Prisoner

Ethan's POV

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I sat on a old dusty bed. My knees are pulled up to my chest and I laid my head against the wall.

I sighed. I've been kept in this cell for 3 days. Hopefully Justin is ok. I turned myself in, I didn't care if I will stay in jail forever. I just had to make sure that Justin will survive.

The images of the events that happened on that day returned in my mind.

I can't believe that I killed my own father but it wasn't completely my fault. My Dad was suffering and he wanted to die but why did he want me to pull the trigger?

He was the first person that I killed and Danny was the second person.

But I had a reason to kill him. He was going to torture and kill Justin. I couldn't let that happen. It felt good when I killed Danny. I felt free.

I shook my head as I rubbed my temples with my fingers.

I guess these are the consequences of having a killer as a boyfriend.

I put my head in between my kness.

How does Justin kill so many people and feel fine afterwards? I thought to myself.

Well he is a psychopath so I guess that explains it.

My head shot up as I heard footsteps walk towards my cell.

I pulled my knees away from my chest and sat up straight on the bed.

The footsteps stopped and the sheriff appeared in front of the cell.

He looked like he was in his 50's. Gray hairs already covered his head and the man had a small beard that covered his upper mouth and chin.

He glared at me as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it up with a lighter.

"You want one?" he asked as he held out the packet of cigarettes.

"No thanks, I don't smoke." I said as I got up from the bed and slowly walked towards him.

I gripped the bars tightly and stared intensely at him.

"How is Justin? Has he woken up?"

The sheriff smirked as he blew out smoke from his mouth.

"Why are you so interested in that boy?"

Ethan crossed his arms and looked down at the floor. He didn't want to answer that question. If the sheriff knew that him and Justin had a relationship, the sheriff will soon suspect Justin as a killer too. He will start to think that Justin killed all those people with him.

"Why don't you answer me boy? Are you trying to protect your little friend Justin."

I glared up at him and shook my head.

"No, it's just that I don't want him involved in all of this, he didn't do anything wrong."

The sheriff threw the cigarette onto the floor and crushed it with his boot.

He moved closer to me and stared straight into my eyes.

"Justin is involved, you can stop protecting him because we know the truth, now I'm going to have my men take you upstairs for interrogation, you better behave yourself." The sheriff said as he motioned the police officers to come and open the cell door.

I looked at the sheriff shocked. How did they find out. Do they have Justin in custody already. No! I need to help Justin. He is not going to rot in a cell for the rest of his life.

The officers opened the cell door as one of them walked in and snatched my arms. He grabbed the handcuffs from his belt and attached them onto my wrist.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the cell. They moved me up the stairs and into the interrogation room.

They sat me down onto one of the steel chairs in the room.

I watched as the sheriff walked in. He stared at me intensely.

"I guess your pretty upset huh?" He said as he sat down on the chair from across me.

"Where is Justin?" I asked angrily.

"We were hoping that you can answer that question for us, some police officers went to the hospital to go arrest Justin but when they went there, he wasn't in his room."

I sighed in relief. That means Justin is safe.

The sheriff watched him suspiciously.

"What are you so relieved about?"

"Oh it's just that I'm glad that Justin is alright and he can come and pick me up."

"What the hell are you talking about! You ain't going nowhere!" He said angrily.

"You don't know what Justin is capable of, he always gets what he wants." I said as I smirked at him.

"What does he want?" He asked.

"Me." I said as I glared at him.

He was about to respond back to me when a police officer rushed into the room.

"Sir! Someone has entered the station, we found one of our men injured!"

"Go get the rest of the officers and tell them to go search for the intruders, Go now! Hurry!" The sheriff shouted.

"Yes sir!" The officer said as he walked out of the room.

A sly smile appeared on my face.

"He's here."

The sheriff turned to look at me with anger.

"Shut the fuck up and stay put." he said as he was about to walk towards the door.

"You don't tell me what to do!" I yelled out in anger as I dislocated my hand. I flinched in pain as my wrist cracked. I quickly slid my hand out from the handcuffs and ran straight towards the sheriff.

I picked up the metal chair and hit it across the sheriff's face. Blood sprayed across the room and stained the white walls.

The sheriff hit the floor with a loud thud. I dropped the chair and looked down at the old man.

Blood dripped down from his forehead, it looks like he passed out.

I quickly grabbed the gun from his belt and checked to see if it was loaded.

I quickly went straight to the door and pulled it open.

The hallway was empty and all I could hear were gunshots in the distance.

I quickly moved into action, I started to run through the hallways of the station. I ran towards the sounds of the gunshots.

Hopefully Justin is alright. I know he is here to get me out. Please be ok Justin!

To be continued....

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This is a really long chapter sorry lol I was thinking about adding a cute romantic scene in the next chapter.

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