Author's note: Just to be clear: it is NOT legal for a cop to hit someone in questioning.
Chapter 21 (Freddie's POV)
Okay, so here's what happened: I fired my M16 at a car and the cops came and picked me up. They were really mean about it and, like, threw me in the cop car. I knew they would take me to where Sam was.
They pulled me out of the car. Because they were being so mean, I made it hard for them to move me. They kicked open a back door. Inside, I saw Luke Johnson slap Sam's face.
I stopped thrashing and met Sam's eyes. There are no words to describe what I was feeling. Sam's head was bleeding. There were bruises all over her.
My eyes snapped toward Luke. "I'm going to kill you," I growled.
Luke looked at me in surprise. I gritted my teeth. The hands holding me were loose. I quickly broke free of them and attacked Luke. He cried out. I slammed my fist in his face so hard I could hear his nose break. Hands were trying to pull me off Luke.
But I refused to let go. I grabbed Luke's shirt and pulled him up and gripped his hair. Then I hit his head on the floor. I whipped around and pushed the cops that were trying to get me off him back. Luke stood up and stumbled. I slammed his back into the wall. "I'LL KILL YOU!" I shouted.
I threw Luke across the room. My shoulder was burning but I didn't care. Luke had hurt Sam badly and he was going to pay for it. Luke's nose was bleeding and blood was coming out of his mouth. He tried to stand up but I kicked his ribs as hard as I could.
Hands pulled me back. "Let me go!" I yelled.
It took four cops to hold me down. I watched as Luke stood up and was going to slap Sam again. "NO!" I screamed.
But Luke brother, Rick Johnson slammed Luke against the wall. Detective Grant came down the hallway and stopped in front of Sam. He uncuffed her wrist. "You can go now," he told her. "The restroom is down the hallway."
Sam looked so weak I couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand. "I can't stand up," she whimpered.
Detective Grant looked at my face. I was probably making some sort of pleading face. Sam tried to push herself up again but she fell back to the chair. "Let him up," Detective Grant told the officers holding me down.
"But, sir -"
"Just do it," Grant snapped.
The officers holding me down backed away. I stood up and starred at Sam. "Take her to the restroom," Detective Grant told me.
I looked at him in surprise. He nodded toward Sam. I walked over to Sam and picked her up bridal style. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my chest. Before I got to the bathroom, Sam whispered, "Stop."
I stopped walking. "What is it?"
"I...I'm sorry," Sam told me.
"For what, Sam?" I asked confused.
"For getting you caught," she said. "Are you mad?"
"Sam...I'm not mad. I'm glad I got here when I did. You don't have anything to be sorry about," I told her.
"Freddie...can I ask you a favor?" Sam lifted her head and met my eyes.
"Sure. Anything."
"Don't...break out. Please, stay in jail for now. Just let things calm down a little bit," Sam said.
I sighed. "Sam, you know I can't do that...Our plan with Achilles happens in three days..."
"Then get out then!" she hissed.
"I'm not going to leave you here. If I go you're coming with me," I told her.
"Freddie...I don't know. This time...I don't think we can get away," she whispered.
"We'll get out. Besides, you're going to be in some serious trouble too," I said.
When I took Sam to the bathroom she puked her guts out. I sat with her until she stopped. That creep, Luke. I would kill him if it was the last thing I did.
"Freddie Benson, it's time for you to go," Detective Grant told me.
I stood up and Sam grabbed my hand. "Please, don't go."
As much as it hurt me I said, "I can't."
Rick Johnson put handcuffs on me and pushed me out the door. As I passed, everyone in the station watched me leave. I was put into a police car again and was driven to a jail.
Strangely, I was taken to the same cell I had been in before. Chester was still there. He didn't look surprised to see me. "Get in there Benson." The cop taking me to my cell kicked my back and I fell on my face.
I winced because of my shoulder. I decided to just lay there. What was the point of getting up again? I could feel Chester's eyes on me. He sighed and swung his feet off the bottom bunk. "You got yourself in a load of trouble, didn't you?" Chester asked me.
"Yeah? So what?" I mumbled.
Chester chuckled. "What happened?"
"I...I was robbing a bank. It was a setup. They threw those gas things in the windows. I ran out with my girlfriend and told her to go another way. The cops were waiting for me but got her instead..." my voice trailed off.
"Love is a dangerous thing. It makes you do things you wouldn't normally do. Let me guess, you thought you could her out and ended up back here, right?" Chester said.
I nodded.
"Well, that was your first mistake. You never want anyone to get close to you when you're a fugitive. Never. See, same thing happened to me," Chester told me.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I was about your age. Except I survived a lot longer than you did."
"How long did it take for the cops to get you?"
"Twelve years. Hell, by then I was married to a girl that had been my best friend since sixth grade. We had a two and three year old...she knew I was a fugitive but loved me anyway. After they took me away she never let me see my children again. So I've got nothing to live for," Chester sighed.
"Well, I had a plan to get out of here but I might as well just stay here," I said.
Chester grabbed my shirt and made me stand up. "Shut up. What do you know? You've got someone who loves you and friends who were willing to hide and keep you safe. My friends? They wanted to turn me in. But I killed them."
"Y-You killed your friends?" I stammered.
"Every one of them."
I thought about that for a minute. Chester dropped me and laid back down. I climbed on the top bunk. How Chester had brought himself to kill his friends?
Later that night I could hear the sound of running footsteps. I sat up and climbed down from my bunk. I tried to look out the bars but it was so dark. A small orb of light was getting closer to my cell.
"Freddie!" Carly said happily.
Spencer and Gibby were behind her. "Man, am I glad to see you guys!" I told them.
"Yeah, well, you might want to stand back." Carly showed me an M16.
I stepped back and she fired at the lock. It burst open. I walked out of the cell, "Thanks."
"No problem. Come on! We have to find the looked alikes!" Carly started running.
The look alikes were all in one cell. They freaked when they saw us. "Thank God! I thought I was going to be stuck with these two losers forever!" Malese told us.
"Hey!" Annie snapped.
"What's your problem, Malese?" Gabriel snarled.
"I don't have a -" Malese got cut off by Carly.
"Shut up! And stand back!" Carly growled.
She shot the lock and the cell door opened. Alarms blared around the jail. We ran passed tons of inmates. All of them begging us to take them with us. Carly gave me a TT-33. Guards were racing toward us. I aimed and fired. The bullets hit the guards in the center of their chest.
We found and door and went through it. Carly and Spencer led us through another door and a black Hummer was waiting for us.
"Turn here!" I ordered Spencer.
We pulled into the police station and I flew out of the Hummer. I pushed the doors open and held out my TT-33. "FREEZE!" I yelled. "WHERE'S SAM?"
"B - Back room," a woman said.
I could see Sam sleeping on a cot. Then in another room, I saw Luke Johnson pacing. I stomped into his office. His face was bruised and messed up. "Y - You!" Luke stammered and fell over his desk.
"Do you know what happens now, Luke?" I grinned.
"Look! I - I'm sorry! I'll give you anything just don't kill me! I have a family!" Luke cried.
"My mom had a family too. But that didn't stop someone was killing her. You hurt the person I love most in the world. You're going to pay for it." I raised my gun.
"Please! No!"
"I'll see you in hell." I fired the TT-33.
The bullet went strange through Luke head and exited the window. I didn't feel sorry for him.
I went back to the room that Sam was in. The gun didn't wake her up. I picked her up. "F-Freddie?" she asked.
"I'm here. We're getting out of this place," I told her.
I ran back to the Hummer and put Sam in the back seat. I could hear the cops coming for us. "Drive, Spencer! DRVIE!" I shouted.
Hours we drove. The cops right behind us. Sam was still really weak. I had wrapped my arms around her and she slept on my chest. "So what's the plan, guys?" I asked quietly.
"Achilles has his boat ready for you," Carly said.
"What? I thought he was back in Mexico," I said.
"Well, he got his boat and came back. Good thing he did. He's waiting for you now," Carly smiled.
"Wait. You guys aren't coming with me?" I asked.
"Sorry, Freddie. We can't. Achilles will take you where it's safe. Sam is going with you," she said.
Sam was coming with me? I felt guilty because I knew when I left everyone that had helped me would go to jail for a long time. I probably wouldn't see them again.
We lost the cops for the moment. Spencer parked the car at a dock. I helped Sam walk. I could see Achilles' boat. I looked at my friends. "I-I'm coming with you?" Sam asked.
I nodded. "If you want to."
Sam looked at Carly. Carly stepped foreword and gave Sam a hug. "You're the best friend I ever had, Carly Girl," she said.
"Maybe, I'll see you again in a few years," Carly sobbed.
Sam hugged Spencer next. "See you around, kiddo."
Sam even hugged Gibby and the look alikes. "Thank you, guys. For everything. I own you all. When we're safe, I'll see what I can do for you. I'm sorry things turned out this way. I feel guilty because I'm not going to pay for what I've done, instead you guys are going to pay for it," I said.
I could see Sam crying. I knew this was hardest on her. Carly and Spencer hugged me. Achilles touched my shoulder, "You ready, Freddie?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."
Sam and I followed Achilles to the boat. Bags of money were piled on the boat. Millions of dollars. Our friend stayed where they were. They knew they'd get caught sooner or later. I stood on the deck of the boat with Sam. We watched as our friends got farther and farther away.
Soon, we saw flashing lights. And we knew our friends were being taken away.
Author's note: Aw! Such a sad chapter...One more chapter to go! I already have it written so REVIEW. School for me is starting tomorrow so the more reviews I get the faster I will post the last chapter of iFugitive.