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Prologue
My life used to be perfect; I had my dream job working as a special agent for the CIA and I was one of the best agents out there; I had the perfect supportive boyfriend; I had the most amazing friends a girl could have; I had my father's pride and all the love in the world.
Then it all came crashing down.
I still don't know what exactly happened. I remember it was late at night and I was in a deep sleep when I was yanked out of my bed and arrested. I remember seeing my home being ransacked as I was dragged out of my condo while my Miranda rights were being read to me. I remember being thrown in an interrogation room for hours, freezing my ass off in my tank top and boy-shorts.
No one had the decency to give me some clothes so, I was tired, confused, handcuffed, and freezing my tits off.
Then I was bombarded with the questions; Why'd you do it? Who are your accomplices? Where's the money?
Apparently, this has something to do with money.
I wasn't stupid enough to say something without a lawyer present but I needed to talk to the man in charge. To be honest, I thought it might even be a prank.
After they finished yelling in my ear and showering me with their spit, I finally talked. "I want to talk to Director Cullen," I said not giving anything away.
I was hoping to call their bluff.
They walked out and slammed the door behind them leaving me alone with my thoughts. What's happening? Why am I here? What money are they going on about? My thoughts were interrupted by a throat clearing.
I looked up, startled to see the director sitting across from me with a blank expression on his face. I didn't actually think they'd go get him and the reality of it all crashed down on me then. I was being arrested by the very same people I'd worked my ass off for. "Carlisle, what happened?"
He and my father were good friends and before Carlisle, my father was the director of the CIA. My father was his mentor and when Charlie retired a few years ago, Carlisle took over. "Apparently, someone has stolen over $2 million from the CIA. You are here because all the evidence points to you," he explained.
"What?" I shrieked. "Carlisle, you can't possibly believe that I would steal from the CIA." I whispered.
"It doesn't matter what I think. The fact of the matter is that the evidence doesn't lie. I'm sorry Isabella, I don't know what else to tell you," his voice softened.
I knew it killed him to have to do this but it didn't stop me from resenting him.
The two assholes behind him started snickering. "I'm not surprised," I heard one of them whisper to the other.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I spat, my patience wearing thin.
"It means your mother was a lying thief, so I'm not surprised the apple didn't fall far from the tree," he smirked.
"Don't you ever talk about my mother!" I was close to jumping across from the table.
They sat me back down and told the douchebag agent to leave.
The whole case was shut and closed. No judge. No jury of my peers. Nothing. Throughout the whole ordeal I hadn't heard a peep from Mike, my boyfriend - he dropped off the face of the earth. Even my so-called friends wouldn't see or talk to me.
Except Angela. She'd come to see me once. She promised to get the bottom of this. I didn't want her reputation messed up just by befriending me so I made her stop coming. She said to come see her when I got out.
Charlie tried to help during my case but I think it was hard for him to believe my innocence when everything else was proving otherwise. After I was proven guilty, he kind of just lost faith. He was supportive at first but as the months went by he started visiting less and less until he just stopped coming all together.
I don't blame him. I was the one who wouldn't talk to him. I wouldn't talk to anyone, really. I figured out the less you talk, the more you hear and I found out that two other girls were arrested and convicted; Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale. They believe them to be my accomplices but I've never even met the girls. I knew they worked in the same building that I did but we never had the chance to work together because I worked alone and everyone knew that. I wanted to find out who framed me but as the months went by, I just lost hope.
I shut down.
For six months, I sat in my little room that was provided to me by the state. I wasn't sent to a regular prison, since it was a federal crime - I was sent to a white-collar prison.
Six months of self-imposed solitude.
I promised myself that when I made it out of here, I would have nothing to do with the CIA or any government agencies.
I saw the guards running towards the other side of the building along with all the nosy prisoners that wanted to see what was going on.
I returned my attention to my book. I really didn't give a damn what was going on.
There was a knock at my door and I looked up to find a guard there. He had striking blue eyes and his blonde hair was hidden under a cowboy hat, which was weird.
I'm pretty sure hats aren't apart of the guard's uniform. I'd never seen this guard before so I was a little on edge.
"Easy there, darlin'. I'm Jasper and I'm pleased to meet you're acquaintance, beautiful," he drawled in a Southern accent.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. Okay, the guy was hot and so was his accent.
"Isabella Swan, I need you to follow me," he almost commanded.
"And why the hell would I do that?" I responded flatly.
"This right here is a prison break," he smirked while his blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
And thus begins my life as a fugitive.
