Mike POV

"What the hell, I hate being stuck in here!" I yelled out. I had been in jail for 3 months now and life just about sucked. That stupid bitch Bella told her little friends about us and this is what happened. I could not stand another 5 minutes in the stupid place, let alone the rest of the 15 years I was sentenced to.

"Duuuude, calm down! You're the one who got yourself in here." Came a voice from the cell to my right. I looked over through the bars at Patrick. He had been in jail for a few months before me, for shoplifting. He was lying on the small bed we each had, his hands behind his head. I gave him a look. It was easy for him to say- he would be released any day now.

"Yeah yeah yeah, but still. That bitch was asking for it." I said, as I sat down on my bed. I still had no idea what had made me do what I did to Bella. I never would have dreamt in a million years that I would be capable of such a thing. When she tried to break up with me, something just clicked. I couldn't let her go- I had cared about her too much. I then realized how amused I started to get from her pain, and I loved how much I was in control over her. I had let things get too far out of hand though, and now my parents hated me, and my life was ruined. All because of Bella.

"Patrick James Kewman?" I looked up seeing a tall officer standing in front of Patrick's cell.

"Yes sir?" Patrick said, shooting up and running to the cell door.

"You served your time, you are being released today." The officer said, as her began searching for the right key. Patrick looked at me, all excited, but I just glared back at him. Sure, he was my only friend in this hellhole, and I should have been happy for him, but I was only jealous. Finally the officer opened the door, and pulled a smiling Patrick out."

"Calm down kid, you still have a lot of paper work to do." The officer said with a sigh. You could tell he hated his job. He then escorted Patrick down the hall and through the door at the end, but just before the door closed, I saw Patrick wink at me, whatever that meant. I sighed and lied down onto my bed, closing my eyes.

"Pssssh- Mike?" I heard a soft whisper. I rolled over, realizing that I had fallen asleep. I looked around for where the voice was coming from, but I couldn't see anything in the darkness. Then I heard it again. "Mike! Up here!" I looked up through the small crack of a window I had. Blocking the moonlight from coming in like it always did, was Patrick, sitting there smiling.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. He just laughed, and started working on loosening the bars across my window. After some time, he was able to get them off. I laughed as he pulled me out. I was free. As soon as I was though, we ran. We ran for so long that my legs began hurting, but it was worth it. Finally we made it to an old house.

"Welcome home Mikie Boy." Patrick said, as he ran up the long walk. I followed him, and was amazed as I stepped inside.

"What is this place?" I asked. He shrugged, as he flipped on lights. "My place. I rent it out with a couple other dudes."

"Sweeet." I said. He laughed, and tossed me a bag.

"Here's your stuff."

"How'd you get it?" I asked, as I opened up the bag, and grabbing out my wallet, phone, and other stuff they confiscated from me at my arrest.

"I took it today when they released me. It was sitting right there, and I had a brilliant plan as soon as I saw it- to break you out." He shrugged.

"Dude- this may sound weird, but I love you." I said, as I jumped on him. He laughed.

"Yeah yeah, no big deal" He said, as he walked into a bedroom. "This is my room." Was all he said before he started digging through drawers. He tossed a pair of jeans and a black tee-shirt at me. "You'll have to change out of that retched orange thing." He said. I laughed, and did as he said.

"So what now? Won't the cops be looking for me?" I asked. As excited as I was breaking out of jail, I still had a nauseous feeling. What if I was found? Punishment would be ten times worse.

"Easy. You stay here, all day, everyday."

"Forever?" I asked. Maybe I should have stayed in jail. Patrick laughed.

"Naah Not forever, just a year or so, at least until your story dies down. They'll never stop looking for you, but it'll be less urgent after awhile." He said. I nodded. "Oh, and you're gonna need this." He spoke, as he tossed me a box of brown hair dye. I looked up at him.

"Really?" I asked, laughing.

"Really." He said with a serious look. Then he stood up and I followed him to the bathroom. "The cops will be looking for blonde haired, Mike Newton. They won't be expecting brown haired... Gavin... Hunter."

"Gavin Hunter?" I laughed as I read the dye instructions.

"Yeah you can think of your own name, I just needed an example."

"So out of all the fake names in the world, Gavin Hunter pops into your head first?" I said. He laughed, but said no more, as he left the bathroom. I sighed, and got to work. It took about 10 minutes to put the dye in, and an hour later when I washed it out, my hair was completely different. I looked in the mirror. Honestly it didn't even look that bad. I walked out of the bathroom to find Patrick sitting on the couch in the living room. He laughed at me for a second, but I just glared at him. When he stopped laughing he finally spoke.

"Yeah, you look better blonde." He said. I didn't say anything back, but I sat down on the couch opposite him. "You probably shouldn't shave either. Maybe after some facial hair you'll look a bit older." He said. I nodded. He sighed. "So, did you think up a better name? Or are you officially a Gavin?" He said, laughing.

"Yeah. How about Aiden? Aiden Jones." I said. He laughed again.

"Yeah that's fine I guess. Better than Gavin Hunter." He laughed. I just shook my head, and dug through my bag, looking for something. Finally I felt it, its smooth surface. I slowly pulled out my shiny cell phone, and turned it on, hoping my parents hadn't cancelled the account yet. To my luck, they hadn't. I smiled, as I searched through my contacts, landing on her number. I went to send a new text message. I sat there, thinking of what to type before finally deciding on something. I slowly typed it in, laughed, and hit send.

A/n:

ooooh another cliffy(: the text message STILL hasn't been revealed(: whaat do you guys think it is? Hahahaa don't worry cause you'll def find out next chap.(:

~rose