Revenge

Chapter 3

***ETHAN'S POV***

I hated jail.

Nothing is like it.

Sitting in a cell, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

It's terrible.

This was the second time I'd been it a cell for something I did. The first was a few years ago, for multiple accounts of DUI. That was when I had horrible depression, and I drank to forget. I escaped from jail by somehow disabling the security system, and picking the lock of my cell. From there, I lived in an underground motel of some sort, that housed nearly 50 prison escapees. I met Tyler, who annoyed the crap out of me. But he was a genius, so I decided to flee with him.

Now, this time, I was in jail for really no reason except for escaping jail. They found me guilty of no other things, so I was doing 4 more years.

I missed Misty more than anything. The visits had suddenly stopped. Her pretty face never was on the other side of the glass.

She was the only thing I could look forward to. She was the flower between the cracks in the sidewalk for me.

Where was she?

I asked Philippe if he knew of anything. He said that the visits had stopped for him too.

"Maybe she's moved on," he told me. "Found a new guy, settled down. Had a family. That was her dream. As long as she's safe and happy, I'm happy."

He still had no idea about our relationship. Oops.

I forever bugged the guards to go to her house to check up on her. They finally agreed.

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"Ethan," said one of the guards on a Sunday evening after they got back from her house.

I sat up in my cot. "Yes?"

"She's not home. Newspapers and piled up on the front porch, and the mailbox is stuffed full of envelopes."

"Not home?"

The guard shook his head.

"Where is she, then?"

"How am I supposed to know? She's not my girlfriend."

"She hasn't been visiting either," I mumbled. "Please, go find her."

"You want me to go out of my way to find a prisoner's girl?" He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yes," I replied. "Is that too much to ask? I've been through a lot."

He shook his head.

"You have a wife, right? What would you do if you were in jail, and she stopped visiting you? You would be concerned. You would want to know."

"Nostalgia, Ethan. No sir."

"What's your wife's name, Erik?"

"Tamara."

"What if Tamara went missing? Would you want a guard - someone heavily armed - to go find her?"

"Yes."

"Then why won't you help me?"

"She cheated on her fiancé with her captor. You."

I frowned.

"She probably stopped coming because she realized you're an idiot, just like her fiancé. And she's moved on. Now get some sleep."

"You don't want me to escape again, do you, Erik?"

Now he frowned.

"I'm going to sleep. If I'm not here in the morning -"

"Describe your girlfriend, Ethan. Hurry up."

I smiled slightly. "Okay. She's got reddish hair and brown eyes. Tall, skinny."

"You're dying to say beautiful, aren't you?"

I looked away. Yep. He was right.

"I'll try my best," said Erik. "Okay?"

"Thank you," I said.

"See you later, and not a word of this to anyone."

I nodded, watching him walk away.