[James' POV]
We've finally arrived at the Detention Area.. It was quite big, but have really small number of guards.
We've entered the building and went to a room.
I stayed in the interrogation room for a while.
I was getting bored... and afraid.
Then the door was opening.
It was Dad.
"Oh Sorry James.. I didn't accompany you in your transfer." He said with a smile.
"It's alright." I answered back.
"Where were you?" I continued.
"Uhm.. I... went to your Mum's grave...you know.. just visiting her." He answered with a smile.
But I know that he's miserable now... I can see through his eyes.
"Oh Mr. Phil! You're finally here!" Atty. Shaw entered the room and greeted Dad.
"I need you to sign this... then Mr. James will be handed to them after." He continued while handing a paper to Dad.
Dad read the paper and signed it afterwards.
He looked at me and stood. He pat me in my back and said..
"You'll be fine son.. I know you'll be." He said while patting my back.
"I'll visit you everyday." He continued.
After that.. He went outside with Atty. Shaw.
Then after a couple of minutes.. a police entered the room and took my handcuff off..
"Come on now.. you'll be excited to meet your jailmate." He said
"More like terrified." I replied while being pushed in my wheelchair to get outside of the room to my jail cell.
"Why did they handcuffed me in the first place?... It's not like I can go anywhere." I asked the police.
"Well I don't know... they're just assholes I guess." He said while pushing my wheelchair.
"So you're a good police?" I asked.
"Yes. You can say that with my angelic face." He replied joking.
We finally stopped in front of cell #19.
The police handed me a staff and assisted me to get down the wheelchair and helps me stand-up.
It was painful... but I can get used to it.
"You can't use the wheelchair here .. so use the staff, even if it's painful." The nice police said.
He opened the jail cell bars and assisted me inside.
There was a parallel bed at each side of the cell. There was a huge man in the other.
I slowly went to the other bed and sat down.
"Hey Murphy!" The police shouted at the sleeping man.
"Ohh?" The man, who is my jailmate, was startled.
"Be good to your new roommate." The police said as he walked away.
The man just looked at me and went back to bed without a word
I didn't said a word. I just fixed my pillow.
I was about to go to bed, when I saw a paper under the pillow.
It's a letter.. with a name 'Amanda' on it.
I looked at the sleeping man and looked back to the paper I was holding.
I was scared to wake him up again...
But surely this thing looks important.
But do I want to die here? I'm sure Alyssa will just laugh at my funeral if she knew I died in my first day of jail time.
But this ain't mine?
Fuck!!!!!
"Uhmm sir? Is this yours?" I asked nervously.
"What?!" The man shouted standing up from his bed.
"This letter... is this yours ...sir?" I continued.
He looked at the paper for a while...
The angry look in his face went away.. he looked normal now.
"Oh yes It's mine!" He said and quickly grabbed the paper.
"Okay sir." I replied and went to bed.
I closed my eyes for a while.
"Thank you kid. I was looking for this for awhile. ...and stop calling me 'sir' .. It's Murphy." He said suddenly and head back to bed.
"You're welcome Murphy" I replied.
What a stressful tiring day.
Then suddenly the face of Alyssa flashed in my memory.
I smiled for a bit.
Then I unconsciously teared up.
Ohh how far have we fallen...Alyssa??