Chapter Twenty One

(Hey guys! Just a heads up, I have no idea what it's like to be in jail, do time, be in a holding cell, etc. so bare with me here!)

*Niall's P.O.V*

I got off the phone with Andi and was lead back to my shared holding cell. I've been here for already 10 hours and they haven't brought me somewhere for questioning. You'd think they'd be quicker about a suicide/murder investigation.

As the guard closes the white barred door behind me, my temporary cell mate looked up and waited until the guard left to speak to me. "So what're you in for?"

"Doesn't matter," I grumble.

"Oh. Well I got caught at a party with a shit ton of coke, and everybody split when the cops came," the clearly high guy said.

"Really? Do you have a Pepsi too?" I asked sarcastically. I scoffed, "I don't care."

I leaned against the side of the dirty cell wall and slid down so I could sit, which probably wasn't the best idea. I think I sat in piss.

Coke Guy gave me a quizzical look with his mouth slightly ajar. I raised my eyebrows, "You need something?"

He blinked rapidly and leaned closer to get a better look at me, "I think I know you from somewhere."

"No you don't."

"Yeah I do! My friend, oh what's his name, Liam! Yeah, Liam, he use to sell to your dealer. Harry, isn't it?"

"I'm clean," I said hoping he'd let the subject drop.

"Doubt it, nobody's ever really clean," He said as I glared at him. This guy wasn't taking any hints.

"Hey," he whispered, "I got some 'stuff' in my boxers if you want any man. These dip shits didn't check there," he said excitedly.

"I don't want any of your dick covered coke, you dick," I sneered at him.

"You look like the kinda guy who'd want to get in some guys pants," he taunted.

"Alright, fuck you man!" I roared.

"That's enough!" A man in a dark brown suit called out from outside the cell. "Horan, it's question time."

"About damn time," I said as a guard let me out and lead me and the man down a hall and into a dimly lit room.

"Sit," the man ordered. I sat.

"So, what happened the night of Tony Valeroso's death?"

I took a breath and began my story, "Tony had been harassing my girlfriend for awhile, so we planed to meet on the roof to 'talk' things out. We started fighting, and I guess my girlfriend, Andi, followed me and tried to get him off me. Eventually, Tony went shit crazy and jumped. The end."

"How was he harassing her?" He asked.

"Andi told me he tried to touch her but she fought back, so he got pissed and threatened her. And if your thinking why I didn't just tell somebody, it's because I'm not a lil bitch. I can handle my own," I stated.

The investigator nodded his head and smiled slightly, "So far, theres no evidence to show her 'abuse'. No videos. No nothing."

"That's a fucking lie! She had cuts and bruises everywhere!" I could feel the heat rise to my face and my hands curl into fists.

"First off, watch your tongue. And if Andi was so hurt, how did she manage to get a full grown man off of you?" He questioned.

"He ran to her, she was trying to get him off me by getting his attention," I replied angrily.

The man smirks and leaned across the table toward me, "Your changing your story kid. It's not helping."

I jumped out of my seat and slammed my palms against the table, "JUST WATCH THE DAMN SECURITY TAPES! I KNOW THAT THEY HAVE THEM!"

He then pushed me back into my seat with one easy shove and moved the table out of his way. Stalking toward me, he crouches down and stares straight into my eyes, "Why can't you just admit to murdering Tony?"

"Because I didn't," I hissed.

"There's not enough evidence to help you. And your shady story isn't making it any easier." He stood back up and looked down on me.

Walking away to the door, he stopped short, as if to say something, but he continued to leave.

Letting out a cry of fury, I pounded my fists on my knees until the door reopened and a new officer appeared, "Horan? Your being moved to the county jail until enough evidence is found for your case. Come with us please."

Running my hands through my hair, I groan in agony, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

*The Next Day*

It was lunch hour, but I was too sick to eat anything. Everybody here looked ready to kill, as if they haven't already murdered somebody. Ironic, I know.

I was sitting alone at a small white table in the back of the cafe. It felt weird not sitting in the back corner, on the floor with Andi next to me.

Only a few guards were patrolling, and about 20 to 25 prisoners. I had a feeling that there weren't enough guards.

I rested my head against the cold metal table, hoping to ease my head ache. I know I talked a big game when I was defending Andi, but that was because I was willing to risk anything to keep her safe.

Just then, I was ripped out of my thoughts when multiple strong hands pulled me out of my seat and threw me to the ground.

"What the fu-," before I could even finish my sentence, fist after fist began to pound against my body. Closing my eyes in pain, I tired to rise my arms to cover my face, but I was being help down.

Blood began to trickle down my temple just as the beating stopped. Catching my breath, I opened my eyes and tried to sit up. I'm immediately slammed back down on the ground. Where are the fucking guards?

About 5 prisoners, 20 years or older, were surrounding me with their fist curled, ready to attack again.

"Are you Horan?" The one on the far left spat nastily.

I could barely nod my head, so I blinked twice. The same guy then delivered a swift kick to my already bruised ribs, causing a pained scream to escape my lips.

"So your the little shit that killed Tony?" The guy in the middle asked. "He was the one who smuggled all our shit in here!" He grunted as he kicked my right shin.

Wincing in pain, I felt tears mix with the blood already on my face. These guys are clearly Tony's goons. How was I going to get out of this now?

"Oh, your gonna cry? Not so tough anymore bitch!" He roared as he kicked me again. I wasn't even going to risk speaking against their accusations.

Finally, with one last glare down on me, the gang turned to leave, but not before calling back to me, "And don't think your safe in here, your girlfriend isn't here to save your ass anymore!"

Slowly sitting up, I scoot over to the wall and lead my bloody head against the wall. My shirt was slightly torn, so I could already see the purple of the bruise starting to form.

Wiping the blood off of my face, I gingerly wipe it on my pants and push myself off the wall and back onto the floor.

If this was only my first day here, I didn't wanna know what tomorrow looked like.

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