Chapter one

"So Kyra, you out?" Sean, one of the guards of Lompoc said when he saw me walking with my personal belongings, escorted by two other guards.

"Yeah," I sighed "finally."

"Make sure I ain't seein' you again." He smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll die before I come back." It was true. This place was like hell on earth. Been in jail before, but this place seriously was hell. Shit, it really was. I mean, in here you get the feeling that your actually caged, as in zoo-type of caged. And the guards are the visitors.

Sean looked at me, giving me a blink. The guards escorted me to the front gate, it opened and I walked out. Free, finally, afterthree years. Three long years. Well, it wasn't that long. Actually I thought I would get muchlonger for the shit I pulled up. And that's not only talking about the stuff from New York. That's the whole police-stuff too. Yeah, if you'd think about it, I was really lucky that the cops didn't recognised me. Or else I'd been in here for A LOT longer than three years.

I looked around, my eyes gliding over the empty parking lot. It's not that I was expectingsomeone, though. My brother, Carlos, was on the FBI's list of America's Ten Most Wanted, so he had to stay away from places like this. Beside him, I had no one else. Well, I had, but they weren't people to hang around these places too.

I walked to the road and watched if I could hitch hike. There was a car that was driving in the direction of the city. I putted my thumb up and the car slowed down and came to a stop in front of me. A guy, about his mid-twenties, opened the window.

"Hi, where to?"

"To LA." I looked at him.

"Then get in, I'm heading straight to it." He said with a smile.

"Thank you." I said, gave him a two second-smile and got in.

"So, where are you from?" He looked over to me.

"Boston." I said, still looking out of the window.

"Boston? You're a long way from home." I just nodded. "So what brings you all the way over here?"

"Jail."

What's wrong with this guy?

"Oh, and what's up with that?" I couldn't believe this guy.

"And what's up with the million questions? Look I only asked for a ride, no Oprah." He stared at me, not knowing what to say. I thought that he finally got it, ha, he almost had me fooled.

"You're not the talk-type, are you?" I looked at him, not saying a word. He smiled and turned on some music.

Gracias, Dios! Thank you for make him shut the fuck up! Free I thought. Well he's good for the ride. And as soon as we're inLA I'm off. Got a lot to do.