Red ♥

Red Hair.
Red Lips.
Red Blood.
When Zayn meets Red, he's close to death.
She's his princess in combat boots.
She saves his life, and now she has to pay the price.
Survival101 - Never fall in love with the broken.

330Likes
414Comments
17083Views
AA

17. You Have Visitors

 

It was when I was sat on Kayleb's bed, talking to him about the crazy nights I'd have, going out and stopping the bag guys, that Officer Wilkinson unlocked the gate of our cell and put his hand on the butt of his gun.

"Red. Out, now. You have a visitor." My excitement was uncontrolable. I leapt of the bed, squealing and recieved a dirty look from the officer. I resisted the urge to make a snobby face at him, and ran out, into the visiting area where other people were sat, talking to their loved ones or their drug dealers. I recognised a few hagged faces and waved, recieving a smile in return from each of them. Prison life wasn't that bad. Unless you weren't bailed out by your best friend each time. I wouldn't be this time. I would have to serve my whole seventeen years. It made my stomach churn at the thought of it. A million guesses sloshed about my mind of who could be sitting there, waiting for me on the other side of the sound-proof glass. Maybe it was Kammy, replying to my letter. Or maybe it was Harry, trying to relive the old days again by busting me out of jail. Or maybe, I thought, it was Zayn. My heart flip-flopped in my chest and I sat down on the other side of the glass, a shiny black phone infront of me. I looked down at the desk it was laying on and grinned at my name which had been carved with a loveheart beside it. The reminder of me was everywhere in this place. In a way, it was more a home than anywhere else could be. Ever since I turned 15.

It wasn't Kammy, or Zayn, or Harry who took a seat on the other side of the glass.

 

"Long time, no see."

I stared blankly at Scott's older brother, Jake. He looked like an almost exact replica of Scott, but older with dark hair which he had now dyed blond - that made everything worse. I held back tears as I spoke:

"I know. Why are you here?" I drank in his features, the memory cells inside me pricking up. They were tuned into Scott, and my brain was screaming It's him! It's him! to me, but I knew it wasn't. And it never could be. Scott was dead.

"I'm here, because your prick off a friend Harry," he said the name, his voice dripping with scorn "killed my brother. And since I can't find that dickhead, I simply took a blind guess at where the next person down from him would be. And bingo! I was right." His green eyes sparkled and I felt like screaming in agony, for it wasn't Scott's eyes I was looking into, these were hate-filled eyes. Jake had gone for me, because I as the closest he could get. Godess help me when I got out of this place.

 

 

It was midnight. I knew because I'd looked at the time on Kayleb's expensive watch which he wore under his blue prison suit. Right now, he was flopped across the bottome bunk, snoring, his right arm dangling off the bed. He still looked handsome, even in that position.

"Lights ou-"

Officer Wilkinson looked at me, then the darkness, then back at my pale face. He shook his head and sighed.

"Don't worry, it's what this place does to everyone. No good food, no real oxygen. No wonder people die before their sentence is even finished." I told him, my voice husky and barely reaching a murmur.

Wilkinson looked at me one last time before throwing a toffe through the bars of our cell. Then another. I smiled at him and he tipped his hat before carrying on walking. I felt undeniably grateful right then. But pathetic too, because an officer - of all people - was being kind to me. Godess, how did it come to this? How did I end up the victim?

 

 

 

 

 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...