BRANDON'S P.O.V
I'm sorry Callie. Every morning that's the first thing I think of. She wouldn't be in this mess if I hadn't told her to do this shit in the first place. It's all my fault. The guilt inside me had been eating me alive. I wonder what she's thinking of right now. If she forgot about me. Or if she could care less about her past and me along with it. I don't blame her if she did. I'm the reason she's there in the first place.
If it weren't for me she wouldn't be stuck there. Behind bars. Caged like an animal. They don't even give the decency to call you by your name. They didn't even give us a chance to explain why we started shoplifting in the first place.
But that's the thing, I have no more chances. I screwed em all over. I want to save her from this mess. But I'm trapped in a hell-whole myself, but luckily I get out in a few days. I love Callie so much, I have never stopped. When I get out I'm going to look for her. And try to bail her out. I don't care if she doesn't want to be with me, I never deserved her anyway. I'm not going to waste one free second not searching for her, Callie Jacob.
I lie down on the small old white dusty mattress and stare up to the cracked ceiling. I'm startled when I hear my cell door open. I look up and see my cellmate and some other guys behind him, they look a-little older than me. Probably around 18 or 19. They start walking slowly toward me. As if trying to warn me about what's about to happen. I don't move though, I'm frozen; I just stare at them blankly. "So uh I heard your gettin out in afew days ehh?" The buffer one asked me looking at me with a fake-smile and gritted teeth. I just ignore and look back up to the ceiling.
"OOOH so ya wanna play the quiet game huh, I get it?" The tan, tall, muscular one covered in tattoos asked me
They start to crack their knuckles as if it were some kind of threat. They all start walking towards me. I sit up and ask, "What the hell do you want?" In a straightforward nonchalant voice. "We heard your getting out in a few days" Said the one lighting a cigarette between his lips. I look to my cellmate and see him staring back at me with an evil grin. I shouldn't have told him! I thought to myself. "And..." I say "And..." he mimics "I don't like when people bust out before me" he finishes. "Why should I care?" I ask "Because you're busting out before me" he replies.
The next thing I know he throws his fist to my face. I scream in the process feeling all that pain rush through my body. I get up to try and fight back but my "cellmate" holds me back. They start kicking and punching me. I try to push them off but there to strong. I grunt in agony. I watch the world go black and feel my body slam to the ground.
When I wake up. I look around not knowing where I am. I sigh knowing I'm probably covered in blood and bruises. I hear someone walk in and their footsteps get closer but I don't bother to even identify them. "You feeling a little better?" I look to my right and see a young blonde nurse in her 20's and the most. I just nod not wanting to even speak. "Ok well you've been unconscious for 48 hours and I just heard from some of the police members that you were supposed to be getting out in a few days. Am I right?" she asked "what do you mean by supposed to?" I say starting to worry at the thought that I'll have to stay longer. "Don't worry since you've been unconscious for 48 hours that's already 2 days so you get to go home tomorrow morning." After I hear her words a sigh of relief washes over me.
She helps me back to my cell. I look around and it's empty. I'm surprised when I don't see him there anymore. "Hey uh where's my cellmate?" I ask, "Oh, we moved him somewhere else. So you guys can't abuse or disturb each other," She replies, "Well do I still have to share my cell?" I ask, "No todays you're last day so you wont have to worry" she replies "But where will I go when I get out?" I question feeling sorrowful for myself. "Your in the system right?" she asked me "Right" I reply "They said there going to send you into another foster home". She replied "Great." I say flatly with sarcasm. As soon as she leaves I go back to the rusty bed and lie down. Thinking about the fight,thinking about Life and thinking about Callie. I close my eyes hoping to find her when in search tomorrow.