Off the Deep End || Sequel to ATF

14

Mention of rape toward the end.

Liza's POV

"So when's it looking like you're getting out?"

I lean my head against the glass, startling my mother.

"No clue. Whenever they tell me, I guess. Or if someone bails me out."

"Oh, sweetheart, I wish we had the means to do that. But your father and I are really tight in money lately."

I stare at the table in silence and drum my fingers in the cold, hard plastic.

"It's been so long since I've seen you. I'm sorry it has to be like this."

"I'm such a fucking embarrassment to you, aren't I?"

"Hey."

I look up at my mothers frowning, stern face.

"Don't you ever say that. I don't care how much trouble you're in, as long as it wasn't you're fault. You might be embarrassing, but you'll never be an embarrassment."

"That made no sense. But thank you, and I love you, and I'm sorry."

"I love you to, baby. I'll visit when I can."

She stands up to get escorted out of the room. Just as my escort is about to lead me off, the office knocks in the glass.

"Ms Dobrik, wait! You have another visitor!"

I turn around slowly to see a red eyed David walking toward the glass.

"Hi, babe."

The officer unclips my hands so I can get closer to the glass.

"Hi."

We stare at each their as if we've never seen each other before. He sits down at the table.

"I'm really sorry, David."

"We've discussed this. It wasn't your fault. I'm pretty sure I can get you out. It will be very costly though. We're talking to get you out of there three years early? That easily hundreds thousands, possibly up to a million dollars."

"There's no other way?"

He shakes his head. I press my hand to the glass again, and he stretches his fingers over it to match mine. I kiss my palm and touch it to my cheek, missing the real sensation.

"I don't like it here, David."

"You aren't supposed to like it. It's jail. But I'll get you out of there as soon as I can. I love you, babe. I've got to go."

"Alright. Please, call me tomorrow?"

He nods as he gets escorted out of the room. I hang my head and offer the escort my wrists. He claps the cuffs tightly around them again and gently judges me forward.

"I've seen you before, you know."

"really? Where?"

"Down at that whore house a few blocks down."

My heart starts to quicken. I can't recall ever seeing this guy. His pace slows as we reach a turn in the hallway. He pushes me into it. It's darker than I'd expected.

"I suggest you do what I say. Otherwise, your bail price might soar a little higher."

With that, he starts to tear a hole in my shirt.

Ahhh!!! Another short one? More rape? Why? Because I want to, and I haven't had time to write full chapters. I wanted to post and leave you on a cliff hanger. The next few posts will come closer together, but they'll probably all be under 500-600 words. I'll update you when they get longer. As always, sorry for typos.
thx babes