"Well-well-well, what do we have here?" the biggest of them said. There was a total of three men in the cell and they were all very muscular. "It's a newbie." another said. All three of them had tattoos on their chests which I thought were their names. "What are you in for? the third, tattooed Peter, asked me. At first, I tried to ignore them. I walked passed them and sat on the floor, leaning on the wall. They all looked taken aback by my action that it took them a full minute to say something. " What the hell?" the second, tattooed, Clark, said, in a questioning tone. "Boys? It appears to me that we have a tough one here." the biggest among them, tatted Mark, said, cracking his knuckles. He kept his eyes on me like he was indirectly calling me dead meat. "When a question is asked, you have to answer it," Mark said. He grabbed my shirt with on hand and easily lifted me I could no longer feel the ground under my feet. With both of my hands, I got hold of his and tried to force h
There was a brief silence and after that a knock which made my heart jump out of my chest, "Tamira?" my mother's voice called from the other side of the door. I quickly moved away from the door the moment the door handle moved. Thankfully, I had locked myself in before. But now I didn't know what to do. Should I stay in bed and pretend like I don't want anyone bothering me or should I open the door? I reached for the door handle with shivering hands. I touched it and then withdrew the moment it shook again. "Tamira?" mom called out to me again. My lips shook, unsure of whether I should answer or not. Mother and Xavier had framed Devon in the real fact. Devon was innocent. I just knew it. I knew this couldn't be true. I rushed to my bed and covered myself in my blanket. "Leave me alone!" I mumbled. "Tamira what are you doing in there? Please open the door." mom begged. I knew she was only putting up an act. and played along with her. "Tamira please come out. Dad is gone, I get it
"Not even if you offered me a million will I accept," I said to Mrs. Wilson. "Look, Devon, let's face the fact here. The truth remains that no matter what your answer to the judge is, I will still have my way." Mrs. Wilson told me. "So why do you need me to say that I am guilty of it?" I asked her. "Isn't it simple? It's because it means less work for me. Not just less work but also less camera time." Mrs. Wilson said.Little did she know that I wanted all that she was trying to avoid. More social media attention will only boost what I have planned for the future. Because once I get married, once I have it all and I shred them to nothing, people will look back on this day and question it. With that amount of power and riches, whatever I say stands as the truth just like Mrs. Wilson is doing to me now. Every bad deed, every evil crime that was committed by her and her son will get out in the open. Everything will consume them until they are dust even before the eyes of the poor th
"Mrs. Wilson has been using us in jail, turning us into beasts to take care of people she sends to jail. And each time we do a job, she denies us what she earlier promised. Other times, she promised money but this time it was our freedom." Clark explained. "So why is it that you all continue when you are all well aware that she will not keep her side of the bargain?" I asked them. "Hope," Mark said. "We've had it ever since," Mark added. "Hope is the only thing that has been keeping us going and without it we... We don't know what else to believe in." Peter said to me. "But seeing you... How you are capable of standing by the truth even when you know it won't work out, that lit a spark in us." Mark said to me. He got up and the other two did the same, "starting from today, we seize to work for Mrs. Wilson. No matter what!" Mark declared. "Yeah!" Peter and Clark shouted in agreement. The three of them joined their hands together and turned to me. "Get I here," Mark told me. I ste
"How did you get in here?!" the officer who dragged me up to my feet asked."Wait... Aren't these three the same ones sharing a cell with that houseboy we recently arrested? Quick! check the cell!" the one in charge ordered.Two policemen went ahead to do as they were told and came back with what was bad news to them, "he is not in his cell sir!" one of them panicked. "Come one! He couldn't have gone that far by now!" one yelled and a group followed in search of Devon.If he wasn't here there where was he? Did he escape on his own? "And you miss. You are coming with me right now." the officer holding me said and dragged me along with him.I was locked inside a small room and by morning all I could hear were whips. "Where did the newbie go?!" a voice shouted and the whip sounded, followed by the groaning of a man, "I don't know!" the voice which was groaning replied.Mrs. Wilson POV:I drove angrily on the road on my way to the station and almost ran someone over as a result of it, "
"Yes mother," Xavier answered and took Tamira from my arms. He left the room with her and I left after them but headed towards the cells.On reaching the cell where Devon used to be kept, I watched as one of those three men who used to be Devon's cellmate was being whipped."Stop," I said.The officer flogging him stopped and moved away. I stepped into the cell and took the whip from the officer."What is happening here?" I asked the officer."These three were spotted outside the cell at night." the officer answered me."And why is this one being flogged?" I asked the officer. "He is their leader and it was him who confessed to helping the houseboy escape." the officer answered."Are you getting dumb or were you born dumb?" I asked the officer. He gave me a confused look and hesitated to speak a word."How can one person confess to being responsible for Devon's escape and you believe him when it is so obvious that all three men helped him escape?" I questioned the officer."How?" the
"Enough of that nonsense. We are taking my car to the location." I said. I remembered that Tamira and Xavier were waiting for me inside but then waved it off.They would have to take a taxi because of Tamira. I wouldn't want her waking up in the middle of the entire thing and learning more than she should ever learn.iI headed for my car with Clark and two policemen. When I reached there I saw that neither Xavier nor Tamira was in my car. Just when I was about to call him, I spotted a note on one of the seats."I took Tamira home in a taxi. She had woken up and refused to stay but. I will make sure to keep her locked in her room till you return." the note said.I tore the note just in case and I entered my car. With the help of Clark's directions, we arrived at a small hut."That is where we kept him," Clark said."Stay back with him," I instructed the two officers. I went into the hut alone and there was no one in it. Had he gone somewhere? Never mind. I will wait till he gets back.
Mrs. Wilson POV:I entered my daughter's room with my son standing beside me, "Tamira." I said her name. How could this girl be asleep right now?Just by the movement of my eyes after I turned to him, I signaled Xavier to wake his sister up. Xavier shook Tamira awake and moved back to his position beside me.Slowly but surely, Tamira woke up and turned to us who were watching her. She sat up immediately and wiped her face with her hand, "What is it?" she asked. I wasn't expecting that kind of question from her after all that happened a few hours ago."Why are you two in my room?" Tamira asked us."Why not? Are we banned from entering? A mother should not see her child and a brother should not see his sister?" I asked her."You both mean nothing to me. I cannot be related to such people who frame crimes on the innocent." Tamira said."Have you two come here to confess your crimes or?" Tamira asked, looking at us suspiciously.I and Xavier exchanged surprised looks with each other. Did