Ain't No Way We're Goin' Home (a Rydellington/R5 Fan Fic)

Chapter 23

Ellington's POV

Bright white light fills my tired eyes as I awaken in an extremely white room.  I try to get up, but I soon realize my arms and one of my legs are tied down to the bed.  The other leg is completely numb.  I try yelling for someone, but no one comes.  Eventually, I’m screaming and struggling to get out of this room.  I relax for a moment to catch my breath, when a man appears.  

“Oh thank god.  Can you help me?” I breath in relief.  He takes out a needle and I try to struggle away again, but I can’t.  He sticks the needle in my arm and everything goes black once again.  

The next color I see when I wake up is orange, on an orange jumpsuit I’m wearing.  I quickly pick my head up and look around to find myself in a wheelchair in the middle of a road.  Behind me, there is a police guy pushing my wheelchair onto...a plane.  Woah, where’d that come from?  What is going on?  The last thing I remember is being in the police station with Rydel and the psycho brothers.  

“Excuse me, sir?  Can you tell me where this plane is going?” I ask nicely.  

“Quiet, inmate,” he snaps.  

“Ok, you don’t have to tell me where I’m going, but can you at least take me to a bathroom?” I request.   

“Hang on, we’ll let you go once the plane gets in the air,” he states.  He takes me to a seat next to a bunch of sketchy looking guys and helps me into the seat.  Being handcuffed and not being able to move my foot doesn’t help.  Once I’m settled into the seat, the man leaves, leaving me with these two sketchy scary guys.  And the rest of the plane, filled with more sketchy scary people.  I see the two people next to me staring me down, so I try to avoid eye contact as best as I can.  

I just want to go home and pee.  And eat.  And see Rydel.  And snuggle with her and our baby and know that everything is going to be alright.  Why did Taylor and Chase ever have to come into our lives?  Without them, we’d be in Wisconsin, or Arizona, or even back home!  And, oh yeah, Ryland would be alive and we wouldn’t be wanted for murder!  

“Are you crying?” a deep, gruff voice asks.  It scares me so bad that I almost piss my pants.  I shake myself out of my thought and I feel warm tears on my face.  Oh gosh, I am crying.  

“I’ve had a hard day, ok!” I exclaim.  A few guys around me start laughing and calling me names, but I really don’t care as much as I should.  These people could be actual murderers and all I care about is getting to Rydel.  I don’t know where she is, but I know I have to get to her wherever she is.  

After a painfully long plane ride, where I was not given a chance to use the bathroom might I add, we land in a city that can only be Los Angeles.  I’m home.  A security guard puts me back into the wheelchair and I’m taken off of the plane and onto a bus with some other prisoners on it.  Then, we are driven to Disneyland.  Just kidding, we arrive at prison.  Where else would we be going?  

When we get there, we’re forced to wait around for a while until we can do prison arrival things like taking mugshots, giving urine samples, getting our fingerprints documented, and what seems like a thousand other things.  Finally, they take the handcuffs off of all of us and I’m given a pair of crutches.  Then, we are escorted to dinner.  

Dinner is somewhat edible.  I get a bologna sandwich, with stale bread and meat that is just beginning to rot, along with a soft apple, some soda that tastes old, even though I don’t know how that can happen to soda, and moldy pudding.  Needless to say, I’m still hungry afterwards.  

I eat dinner with a few fans, who ended up here for various reasons, such as shoplifting, breaking and entering, drunk driving, and my favorite, stalking celebrities.  That one didn’t want to specify which ones.  Although I’m extremely uncomfortable with her, I stay with her after dinner to clean up and to get whatever information about Rydel as I could from her.  Unfortunately for me, she won’t tell me anything unless I prepay her with a lock of Ross’s hair, which I’m not sure how she expects me to get, considering I haven’t seen him for months.  

Once we’re forced to go to sleep, all of the new people are taken to their cells.  I hop around the prison with my crutches as the group of people following the security guard gets smaller.  Eventually, I’m the only one left.  He looks over his clipboard, and then back at me.  

“Ratliff?” he asks.  

“Yes?” I answer.  

“This way,” he instructs.  I hop after him as he seemingly takes me across the prison.  I quickly begin to notice that we’re not in the men’s cell area anymore, we’re in the woman’s.  The women in the cells look at me funny as I go through their halls, curious why I could be here.  To be fair, I’m pretty curious too.  He guides me to the end of the hall, where I find a sleeping Rydel alone in a cell.  

“Keep it down, or we’ll move you back over to the men’s dorms,” he threatens as he unlocks the door for me.  I nod quickly as he shuts it behind me and locks it.  

Once he walks off, I silently set my crutches down and kneel over Rydel.  I gently wake my sleeping beauty with a kiss, which she quickly returns.  Our lips begin to move in slow sync as she sits up and gets down on the floor with me.  I’m getting really into the kiss, when she suddenly shoves me off of herself.  She looks at me with guilty, yet angry eyes as I stand back up and stabilize myself with my crutches.  

“What was that for?” I whisper.  

“For not telling me that you put Ryland’s life on the line,” she snaps as she sits back down on her bed.  I scramble onto her bed next to her and sigh.  

“I didn’t remember.  He beat me up pretty good and I think it caused some memory loss or something, because I don’t remember him saying anything about Ryland,” I sigh.  

“Ellington, that’s not possible!  If he punched you enough to take your memory, you probably would’ve had a concussion!” she exclaims.  

“Then maybe it wasn’t that, but I swear I can’t remember anything about what he said!  I just remember him punching me!” I sigh.  She looks down into her lap as a few tears fall from her eyes, onto her baby bump.  I tilt her head up with one hand and rest the other one on the baby.  I stare deeply into her eyes before saying, “You know I wouldn’t have run away with you if I knew Ryland was going to die.  I don’t know how he took my memory, but I swear to you I would never do that to you or your family.”  

“I know you wouldn’t,” she whispers before gently brushing my lips.  “I hope your eyes are as mesmerizing to the judge as they are to me, because I don’t think trust applies in court.”  

“What?” I question.  

“We have a trial in two days,” she states.  

“Oh,” I sigh sadly.  

“At least we have a better chance now that we’re against Chase and Taylor,” she smiles weakly.  

“We are?” I smile.

“Yeah.  There’s a good amount of evidence against them now,” she states expressionlessly.

“Then we’re gonna win.  I know we are.  We’re innocent and we’ll be out of here the day after tomorrow.  We’ll be back in your home, in your bed, and everything will be ok,” I smile.  

“What if-”

“No ‘what ifs’.  The day after tomorrow, we’ll be found innocent and we’ll get to go home.  We’ll have In N Out and we’ll be home with our families, like we should’ve been all along.”

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Hey everyone! I hope you liked the chapter! I got a lot of inspiration from Orange Is The New Black, because I've been addicted to it for a little while now. What would you guys think of an entire prison themed fan fiction? This one is gonna be ending soon and it's one of my possible ideas for a new story. Tell me what you think!  Also, I updated in a somewhat timely fashion!  You're welcome!  Vote and comment if you liked!  Goodnight *insert city you're reading this in here*!