𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰

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BRIELLE




"Get up, sweetheart!" a male voice says.
I blink. Light filters through my eyes,making me wince.
Ugh, I hate the morning.
"Good day, luv" A Scottish twang says from beside me and I jump.
A guy with rainbow coloured hair holds up his hands.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya" He says and I glare suspiciously

"How do I know that?"

"Well, first of all, you've been here for three days, asleep and I haven't laid a finger on you."

"What-THREE DAYS?" I look around for my phone and groan in frustration when I realise I'm in motherfucking jail.

"Aye. Did you not notice?" He asks and I shake my head. How I managed to sleep for three whole days is beyond me.

"Have you tried something....with me?" I eye the man again warily and he raises an eyebrow

"Don't worry, lassie, I would never do that to a woman" He smirks cockily and I roll my eyes.

He lights a joint and offers it to me and I don't take it.

I've just been arrested for trading and consuming drugs, smoking weed in a jail cell would not be a smart move.

"How did you get that in there? Didn't they check you?"

"They did" He taps his head "I just used a bit o' this"

"Oh"

He takes a long drag and puffs out smoke.

"Name's Logan, by the way"

"I'm Brielle"

"So, what brings you here, Brielle?"

"Drugs" I don't elaborate "You?"

"Manslaughter"
"Oh wow" I blink "Who?"
He chuckles darkly " Let's just say I was a pure radge before I was put in jail"
"You don't sound American" I say, my curiosity piqued
"Aye. Moved to the States a decade ago."
"And how long have you been in prison?"
"Three years. It's been an uneventful time" He sighs leaning back.
"Who exactly did you kill?"
"You seem pretty invested in me, lass" His dark blue eyes glitter with amusement " I killed my boyfriends ex"
I whistle "I would not want to mess with you"
"Damn right, you don't"
We're silent for a while until a jangle on the jail lock makes me jump.
"Brielle Westbury?" A tall officer asks me.
"Yes" I say, trying to keep my voice stable. I'm shaking.
"You've been bailed out. You can leave" He says and walks away.
I'm confused. Joel and the others would've told me if they we're gonna bail me out but none of them have visited in the last two days.
"Have a gid one, sweetheart. Say hello to to outside world for me" Logan winks and salutes at me.
Four days. I've been in jail for four days, three of which I've been asleep.
What the actual fuck is going on?
My phone, which I retrieved from the police is almost dead.
I start to dial Joel's number but my phone pings with a text.
My blood runs cold.

𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏,𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆
𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔
~ 𝑱

And  then my phone dies.





A/N ; big thank you to jamesmaddiscn for helping me out with logan
chemistry is exhausting sorry if this is shit 🙃

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