CHAPTER 5
Felix's POV
After school, we walked to the police station. We didn't say anything to each other, but I guess there is nothing even left to say.
We walked through the door and was greeted by a scowling one-armed officer. "You two back to see your friend I take it?" He looked around at us and spotted me behind Jack and Mark. "And you brought a friend this time?" He asked in a monotone yet grizzly voice. "Go on ahead you three." The cop cocked his head in the direction of Cry's holding cell.
We walked around the corner to see Cry sitting on a dark wood bench with his head down. He must have heard our footsteps because his head jolted up the moment he saw me.
"Felix? What are you doing here?" Cry turned his head to look at Jack and Mark. "You two know that I didn't want him to see me like this." Cry shook his head and looked back at me.
"I'm sorry Felix. I never meant for any of this to happen." Cry said in a slower yet huskier voice.
"Don't worry 'bout it Cry. We are going to get you out of here right guys?" I turned to Jack and Mark and gestured towards them with my arm.
"No." replied Cry. "I deserve this." He put his head down in shame.
"Cry, look at me. Come over here." He followed my commands and limped over to the cold metal bars.
"Don't you ever say that again." I held Cry's hand through a gap between the bars. "You know you don't deserve to be here. I really care about you, and I don't want to see you go down this path." I set sternly with a hint of gloom.
Cry looked up me with surprise in his eyes. "...Okay." He replied somewhat quietly. Jack and Mark had to leave early, but I refused to budge.