The Cop and the Criminal's Silent Kisses

The Cop and the Criminal’s Silent Kisses

I couldn’t sleep that night, there was too much going on in my head – what were my parents doing now?  Sleeping? Worrying?  What was Chantal doing now?  Listening to Justin Beiber or wondering if her sister was okay?  How long would I be in this prison cell for?  What was Drake talking about when he said ‘I guess I just have the right skills’?  How long would Drake be here for?  Will I lose him before I get to know him?  Will our friendship die before it starts?  Is he even allowed to be seen with me?  He is my only friend here, he will be my only friend for another month or over.  He’s the only one I can talk to.  Too many questions.  It just hurt to know that once again, I had absolutely no answers.

I felt warmth on my face and I woke up suddenly.  The window was open and the sun was shining right onto my face.  I sat up and looked at the clock in the hall.  It was 8 am.  I yawned and ran a hand through my hair.  I looked around and remembered where I was.  Not my usual blue, cosy bedroom, the prison cell.  Nothing but grey walls, grey floors, grey ceilings and oh!  Grey bars that locked me in my new amazing room.  There was a police officer behind the desk in the hall, but it wasn’t Drake.  I felt a frown flood onto my face, but I wiped it off.  His feet were up on the desk, and his face was buried in a magazine.  Out of boredom, I read the magazine cover.  It had a picture of Katie Price half naked.  Her boobs were bursting out of her bra and she was wearing a tight leather thong.  That worried me a bit.  I stood up from my bed and stretched a bit – that amazingly comfortable jail bed worked wonders on my back!  I wish.  I stretched my legs, arms and back, trying not to look like an idiot because I knew the officer could easily see me.  He quickly noticed me and tried to hide his magazine. 

“Here’s the day schedule.  You should get up and have a shower now.”  He told me, handing me a leaflet.  As soon as he said ‘day schedule’ I automatically thought we were going to go outside and play games or do something fun, but then I remembered – this was jail.

I opened up the leaflet and it read: 

Wake Up Call – 8 am

Shower/Clean/Make Bed – 8:10 – 8:45

 Breakfast at 9:00 am

Lunch at 3 pm.

Dinner at 6:30 pm

If snacks are wanted, talk to security leader in that hall.

So I guessed that was the only thing that went on in jail.  Food and keeping our cells tidy. Nothing else, all they had planned for us was to eat and clean.  The rest of the time, we just used for random things like scraping at the walls in our rooms.  I sighed and lay down and daydreamed for about 10 minutes, until I had to shower. 

I got back, dressed and in my cell and...

“Hey Abbie.  How was your night?  I turned around, and it was Drake.  I smiled to him.

“Alright.  Couldn’t sleep for some of it, but I eventually did.” 

“Oh, good.  Breakfast?”  he asked.

“Yeah, sure.  What is it?” 

“An egg sandwich and a few biscuits and some water” He told me.  That didn’t sound too bad actually.  I ate my food in my cell as I watched some TV.  I wasn’t too interested in what was showing, but I still had company because Drake was still here.

A few days went by and it wasn’t too bad.  Apart from the neck cramps and back pains every morning, I guess, as wierd as it sounds, jail was alright.  I still missed my family and friends, my comfy bed and delicious home made dinner’s, my dad’s fascinatingly random facts he tells us about at dinner, and even my sister’s annoying voice insulting me everyday.  But jail was okay I guess, but only because I had Drake.  We talked everyday and he made me laugh and smile.  Whenever I saw him my mood lifted from the dull, “I’m stuck in this awful prison cell”  to  “Yes Drake’s here!  I love jail!”

“Hey Abbie”  he said as I lifted my head up from making my bed the next day.

“Hey Drake!”  he looked down the hall to see if any police officers were in sight and quickly got the keys to open my cell door.  He hugged me, and I hugged back.

“Why were you looking?  Are you not supposed to be in here?”  I asked him slightly worried.

“Nothing, um, no It’s fine, really” he told me nervously.  I didn’t believe him for a second, and he could tell by my face expression.

“I just want to be with you Abbie, I don’t care about the rules.  Over the past few  days all I have done was think about you” He said, stroking my hands, eager to hold them.  He stepped closer to me. 

“Me too.  But Drake, we just can’t...”  I told him, even though I didn’t want to at all.  He looked disappointed.

“I know.  But I don’t care.”  He told me, his gorgeous eyes looking into mine.  He suddenly stepped back and groaned in anger.  “Abbie, I’m sorry, I completely forgot.  I have to go, now.”  He told me hurriedly, dashing out of my cell and down the hall.  I just stood there as he flashed out before my eyes.

I sat on my bed, and thought.  How was I going to get through this?

I suddenly woke up and my eyes shot open.  It was morning, about 7am, I could tell by the daylight.  I sat up and looked around me, still, obviously, the same old grey cell.  I looked around and there were no police officers in sight.  Not even behind the desk in the hall.  I leaned against the wall beside my bed, my head resting on my knees.  I thought about the dream I had had that night.  And guess who starred in it?  Drake Williams.  For about 10 minutes, I thought about that dream.  All I remembered was a dance in the rain, and a kiss.  And that’s when it hit me.

Prom.  Next week.  And I’m here.  For a month.

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