Eric and Taylor walked back into the airport's waiting room, Taylor was extremely guilty. She wondered what was going to happen to Jackson, and she didn't want anything to happen to him.

------JACKSON-----------

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Jackson kept his head low in the back of the cab, "Hey, kid. Have you seen the news earlier, there's a bad guy on the loose." The cab driver said.

Jackson didn't look at him, he avoided showing his face. "Oh, really? Who?" His voice shaking in nervousness.

"Cody Jackson, a teenage murder. Not very rare, you know, gangs are out there."

Jackson pulled out five dollars from his pocket that he had found in his jacket on the island, "Stop here please," He muttered.

"I'd be careful if I were you, son." The driver said.

Jackson nodded, "Yes sir..." And he quickly got out of the cab.

Jackson put his hood of his jacket up and stuffed his hands in his pockets, he hated that feeling of getting caught.

So he ran across the street, he looked back at the road and quickly turned around. He bumped into a woman, "Oh, I'm so sorry." Jackson said as he helped her up.

The lady looked at him, "Help! Help! It's the murderer! Help!!" Jackson's eyes grew wide, the woman pulled out pepper spray.

Crap!! Jackson lifted his foot forward to make a run for it, but the woman put her foot forward and Jackson tripped on it.

"He's over here! It's Cody Jackson! The murderer!" The woman kept screaming, she sprayed Jackson to keep him from running away.

The intense burn from the contact of pepper spray in Jackson's eyes, Jackson managed to get on his feet and run...but not far.

The cops that Taylor was talking to drove up in front of Jackson, Jackson couldn't believe that all of this was happening this soon.

"Put your hands up!" The cops shouted. Jackson put his hands up, "This is a huge misunderstanding! I'm not a murderer!" Jackson shouted.

One of the cops grabbed Jackson's hands and hand-cuffed them behind his back, "Tell that to the judge, get in the car."

Jackson obeyed the police men and climbed into the car, his eyes were blood-shot red and they burned worse than hell.

The left side of his face was scraped from landing on the concrete.

"Can't do the time, don't do the crime." The cop said.

Jackson didn't say anything, he knew that he was innocent. He didn't stab Big Jay before he left for the trip, it was Moe, the leader of one of the worst gangs around.

But Mr. Henson, Jackson's social worker, refused to believe that Jackson was innocent. He wanted to make Jackson's life more miserable than hell.

And now, back to being trapped behind bars.

--------THE OTHERS-----------------------

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"Taylor, stop fidgiting, the others will notice." Eric said. Taylor placed her hands behind her back and sighed, "This is all my fault!"

Eric nodded, "You bet..."

Melissa and her parents walked up to the two, "Hey, have you seen Jackson?" Asked Melissa.

Eric shook his head, "Not in a while, he left for a cab."

Eric's cellphone rang, L.A. County Jail. Damnit...

Eric answered it, "Hello?"

It was Jackson, "I've been caught!"

"Damnit, where are you?"

Melissa's eyes grew wide, "What happened? What's going on? Give me the phone!"

"Give her the phone," Jackson said.

Eric gave her the phone, Melissa started to talk. "Jackson, where are you? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"I'm in jail..."