Sorry the updates are taking so long, this is actually really hard to write. This chapter is very short because I've had enough of Ste's POV now and in the next chapter it will be Brendans. I'm currently writing the next chapter but it's very hard so the next update will probably be in a week or two and I'm still not entirely sure where I am going with this yet but I have a few ideas. Anyway, Please Read and Review:)
Ste sits there impatiently, tapping his leg in the questioning cell. He doesn't know what to do, he knows he won't get away with it. How could he? The drugs went everywhere and that policeman saw it all. His sentence could be shortened he thought to himself, if he said he was just carrying them and not selling them but whatever he said, he knew he couldn't grass on Trevor.
He started to think positive, what did he have to loose if he went inside anyway? At least he would've escaped from Trevor. He had nothing, no money, no kids, no lover.. lover.. Brendan is in prison. He started to think he could possibly see Brendan but no matter what prison is a horrible place and it can turn any man insane.
He looks up to the camera and know they're watching him, he looks away and tells himself to act cool because he knows guilt must be written all over his face. DS Trent walks in and sits opposite Ste and looks at him hard. Ste breaks the eye contact and looks at the floor. 'So Steven, care to explain why you had those drugs on you?' He said in a sarcastic tone like he couldn't guess already.
'Its Ste and I was just carrying them.. Looking after them I mean, for a friend'
'A friend eh? And who might this friend be?'
Ste sits there in silence looking at him.
'Ste, you had class A drugs on you, you're looking at a prison sentence for at least 2 years, and the only way that can be shortened is if you tell us who the big fish is because you're clearly the little fish'
'I am the big fish, all those drugs they were.. they were mine'
'Where did you get them from Ste? This is your last chance'
Ste thinks for a minute, either way he's going to get sent down for this, why let Trevor have the satisfaction of freedom?
DS Trent gets up and starts to walk out the door
'Wait' Ste says quickly
'Fine, I'll tell you everything'
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Ste is now sitting in a cell, cold and bored. Reads the graffiti on the wall and notices someones name.. Brendan.
'Brendan is a murdering faggot' Ste shakes his head, Brendan must be hating his life right now, must feel like he's in hell. Why should I care though? He's never cared about me? Maybe he deserved this? I just wish, I wish he thought about me everyday, as much as I thought about him. I wish he loved me as much as I loved him.
Ste layed down and started to come to terms with what he has now. Nothing.
