Chapter 10

I was pasting the living room, and I felt like my temper was getting worse, I tried to sit down, but every time I sat, my mind would wonder.

"Lil, please you're making me dizzy!" Michael snapped holding his head, and I stop dead in my track. "This isn't going to do much." Michael now added standing beside me holding my shoulder.

"Michael, he's your brother, we have to do something." my voice felt like a hidden rage, I wasn't mad at Michael, but I wasn't going to get emotional about it.

"Lil, we can't do much." Michael sighed, and then watched the clock on the wall; I followed his eyes, and then bit my lip.

Well, I have to give a statement." I started looking to my fingers, and Michael sighed.

"Lily, you weren't with Linc, when it happened." Michael slowly said, and I clenched my fist. "I mean, he could have done it." Michael guided his face now, and I stare.

"I believe him when he said he didn't do it, I am not going to let him do time for something he didn't do!" I now find my jacket, and rushing for the front door. "There is only one person who can claim his innocence." I shout, and Michael was behind me. "You're going to visit your dad." Michael replied, and I nod. "Well I'm coming with you." He added finding his jacket putting it on, "I don't want you alone."

Getting to the intensive care unit I felt out of place. Around me I could see grieving people, and then I see his bed. Michael stood solid by my side, and I never realised how much of a great friend Michael was for me, and his hand holding my arm, I slowly see my father, he was laying there staring at me.

"Come to tell me how evil I am?" he spat out, and it looked painful for him to speak, but I stand still shaking my head.

"I'm not going to do that, I want you to tell the police that Lincoln wasn't involved in your beating." my voice is dull, and he now laughed into a coughing fit. Michael held my arm still as a clench my fist.

"Well I could, but then I'd like him to see a good stretch in prison, yes he turns eighteen, and then transferred to a adult facility." he smiled, but on his face it didn't seem like a smile more of a snarl.

"Lincoln didn't do this, why you lying?" I spat feeling my temper building; I wanted to finish him off.

"No Lincoln didn't do it, I half expected him to, and after what I did I knew you wouldn't keep quiet about my ways for long." his one eye focused on me, the other was beaten so badly it wouldn't open at all.

"You're going to ruin his life, so you can keep him away from me!" I couldn't help but feel like smacking him. "How could you do such a thing?" my voice short in breath, and my hands clamped down on the side of his bed.

"I don't want him to have you." he snapped, and I felt confused. "You're mine." he snapped, and I held my fists till the skin of my knuckles turned white.

"I hate you, you are not my father!" I spat, and he just laughs. His monitor beeps softly.

"Well I could have told you that, years ago…" his voice smooth, and I tilt my head, and Michael glares. "What!" I snap.

"Your lovely mother, my ex wife, cheated on me when you was conceived, I was away for business." his eyes focused on me, and I turn away.

"I was stuck with a child I never wanted, but to hell if I am going to have you be with some punk kid!" he snapped.

"His not a punk kid, I love him!" I reply feeling myself getting angry, "I can't believe this!" I throw my hands in the air, "you are going to burn in hell!" I glared at him.

Michael stared at me with wide eyes, "Lil, I think we have what we want…" he held up Mark's video camera. "I think we have what we need." he snickered to the man who I wanted out my life forever.

Mr. Carlin glared, and stared to me, "you dirty little whore!" he spat making his monitors beep crazy, and he then reached out for me, and I step back. "You fucking little useless shit!" his voice was going crazy.

"Goodbye…" I quickly stamp on the power lead to his ventilator, and monitors.

He gasped sharply, and me and Michael walk away, Michael glancing back to the bed in the privet room, no one saw what I did, but Michael wasn't sure to be scared, or worried for my behalf.

I press play on the VCR, and Veronica was sitting with me and Michael, her eyes avoided mine, but Michael couldn't stop staring.

"You killed him!" Veronica spoke softly, and I glare at her. "You, murdered your father." her voice scared.

"He wasn't my father, plus no one can prove a thing." I said now looking to his confession.

"See it's him saying Lincoln didn't do it." I pointed the moment out, and I now sigh, "We just need get this to the police, and he will be free." My voice was a dark calm, and Michael plays with his fingers, and then looking to Veronica.

"Lil, are you sure, I mean, do you think it would work?" his hand played with the video camera, and then sighed. Veronica bit her lip looking to Michael.

"Well it's good enough." Veronica smiled, "It's him, and it's him confessing, but Lil, it shows you was the last person there, before, he died." she said watching my face.

"If you hand this in, it proves you murdered him." she tried to not sound harsh.

My hands pressed tight together, and I listened to the Doctor talk, they hospital called Sally, and she drove me to the hospital.

"Well his monitor was unplugged, but the cause of his death was a secession of heart attacks." he then looked to me, then Sally. "We plugged his monitors back in, but he suffered the heart attack suddenly." his eyes scanning mine. "We knew you did It." his voice firm and Sally stared at me.

"Well as you are not the cause of his death, you will be contacted with his health insurance claims." he spoke carefully. "Another family member had been contacted, and they offered to take you in if you want." he added, and I look to Sally.

"That is Aunt Amelia, she lives in Florida." I stated watching Sally, and she placed a hand on my knee. "I mean it Lil, you are always welcome, and my home is your home." her voice soft, then turning to the doctor. "Will the funeral be here, or in Florida?"

He then played with some paper work on his desk, then watched me, "That information will be from Lillian's aunt, and a lawyer should contact Lillian about the money she has from Mr. Carlin's health insurance plan." he smiled to Sally, and then to me. "I am deeply sorry for your lose." he said the last part as part of the job, the fact everyone in the room knew I didn't care if he died. I got to my feet looking to Sally, and she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Can we go to the Police station?" I spoke softly, and she nodded.

"I think Linc be happy to see you." she walked us out the building, and my nerves felt frayed, I just hope this tape would help.

Getting in the passenger seat Sally took a deep breath, she started the car. "Lil, I don't want you to get your hopes up with this tape. I've heard that, well a few people see Lincoln and a few other kids leaving your house that morning." she drove slowly, and kept her eyes on the road, I didn't know what to say, but I kept my hands in my lap.

"Lil, I don't want to sound mean, I just want you to understand, as much as I care about Lincoln, I know his not so innocent."

My gaze was no out the window, I watch the road, and Sally tries not to speak. "Sally, I know what his like, I know he does dealings with gangs, and that he earns money for being muscle, get away driver." my voice soft and my eyes focused. "But I believe him when he told me he didn't do It." my voice sure, and I see the station come into focus.

"Well Lillian." Officer Riddle smiled watching my face. "You have some information on your fathers killers." her voice didn't seem shock, but I stare. "Murder!" I now choke on the words. Sally held my shoulder carefully.

"Well since your father died, it' gone from a GBH charge to a manslaughter case." she then looked to a pen and pad. "So what have you got?" she asked, and I lift up the tape. "I got a confession." my hand holding the tape, and Officer Riddle took it from my hand, and then examined it. "What is on this tape then?" her eyes looking it over, and I take a deep breath. "Well Officer, it's a tape of John Carlin saying that Lincoln didn't beat him." I stared and tried not to glare. "Plus, the time of one thirty I was with Lincoln." I added, and Officer Riddle stared.

"Well we only have your word on that time, though the timing of your father."

"Mr Carlin!" I correct.

"Well it was estimated to have been between the time of one, and two." she stared, "How you know he didn't do It." her voice cautious.

"Because he told me he wouldn't do it." I now raise the tape again, "plus this is proof enough." I pushed in onto the desk.

Officer Riddle now took the tape, and walked over to the VCR and pushed the tape in before pressing play. The tape started, and I see the fight of me and Becca, and Sally sighed, "I think we can fast forward past this." she spoke softly watching me.

Officer Riddle then fast forwarded the tape.

we watched in silence, and Sally kept a hand on my arm, the video seemed to not be real, I knew that the man who disclaimed me as his daughter, and confessed Lincoln's innocence. When the video cut off to Mark chugging a keg of beer, Office Riddle turned the tape off.

"Well I think that was, interesting." she now played with the tape after taking it out, and then placed it on the desk.

"So how long was you and Lincoln together, and where?" she asked me, and I fiddled my hair.

"I found him sitting in the part at about one thirty, I was looking for him, Sally said he told her he was working, and when I found him we talked, then he followed Veronica. He was dating her, but he broke up with her to be with Me." my hands fiddled more, and Sally sighed.

"I can say this is an air tight alibi." she smiled to Sally, then me. "I'll fill out Lincoln's release papers, and Lillian, you can see him in his holding cell." she added picking up her phone.

I get to my feet when an escort arrived to take me to Lincoln. I felt happy, like this afternoon's events were just a bad dream. I see Lincoln sitting down on a bench, his hands in his hands, and I cough. His head shots up to meet mine, and then smiled.

"Hay, I got some good news, and some better news." I watched him quickly move from the bench to the bars.

"What would that be?" he said now taking my hands, and the Officer turned the other cheek.

"One, we got the evidence we need to get you out, and two, your out of here." His hands now squeezed mine. "Really?" his said excited, "Like tonight, me out." his eyes wildly exploring mine.

"Yes, paper work being done, but yes." my voice seem to be more pleasant, and he placed a hand on my face kissing me through the bars. "God I love you." he now spoke catching his breath.

"Well der!" I replied feeling my stomach spin, but then his eyes kept on me.

Getting back to Sally's house I smiled to the boxes in the hallway, and Sally's long boyfriend stood among them. I knew Sally had a boyfriend, but didn't know who he was, his brown eyes focused, and he smiled to Lincoln, and then me.

"So Sal, where do you want all these boxes?"

She rushes a hand trough her hair, then looked to the tall lean man, his dark hair was long, and he smiled bright. "Frank you can put them Lincoln's room." I turned to face her.

"Well I said your welcome here." she turned to Lincoln. "Don't make me regret this." she now smirked.

That night we ate spaghetti and ice cream for dessert. I then remember the man that I meet, what he said.

"Wait!" I now look to Frank at the dinner table, "You're the Frank, Lincoln did that work for." I now stare, and Sally now bit her lip, and me and Michael exchange looks.

"Yes, Lincoln did some driving for Me." his think Italian accent was more noticeable. "Plus my boys dealt with your problem." he nodded, and I smiled. "Yeah that made it worth it." he added and I turned to Sally.

"Well I think we should watch a movie." the subject now changes, and Lincoln placed a hand in mine.

"Want an early night?" he smiled sly, and I giggle.

I felt better, I knew that everything was going to better after this moment. I got a grand total of ten hundred thousand dollars in Mr. Carlin's will, aka my father by law.

I wouldn't get the money until I turned eighteen, but I didn't really care. I was with a family I knew and loved, and the man I would never forget as the man I love

Years later!

I knew Lincoln Burrows; I knew he was never capable of murder. So as I sit and watch the news of his last appeal lost, I can't beer it. The phone rings, and I pick it up.

I lived alone, I never really moved on when me and Lincoln had a falling out a few year back, when I found out about him being with another woman, and get her pregnant, I didn't know how to connect with Lincoln.

"Hello." I say listening to the breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Hay Lil, its Michael, I was wondering, could you help me out….?"

I smiled, and then bit my lip lightly. "Sure what ever you need Michael." I now know that I wasn't going to sit back, and let Lincoln die. I was going to hep Michael all I could.

The End…. for now…