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“Hands where we can see them,” one of them barks at Jack.
“I didn’t start it,” Carson begins, but the cop cuts him off.
“Save it,” the one pinning him says. “All three of you, you’re under arrest.”
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JACK
The walls in here are the same shade of sickly beige they’ve been in every jail I’ve ever seen.
Not that I make a habit of visiting them often and definitely not to spend the night, but I’ve been in enough to know the cinder blocks are all the same with their unforgiving coldness.
Painted the kind of color that drains everything human out of you the longer you’re forced to stare at it.
Liam’s across the way in another holding cell, elbows on his knees as he sits on the bench, head hanging low between them.
Carson’s in the one beside him, pacing like a caged animal, muttering under his breath probably about how much he wants to kill us.
I can’t hear the words, but I don’t have to.
I know they’re about me, Liam, Reece, and Holly.
Christ.
This whole thing has turned into a giant mess.
I lean back against the metal bench until my back hits the wall, the cold seeping right through my shirt, and shut my eyes for a second.
My jaw throbs from where Carson landed that first hit at my apartment earlier.
My ribs ache from where he body slammed me against the glass before the cops showed up.
But it’s not the physical pain that’s gnawing at me.
It’s the fact that none of this had to happen in the first place, and only did so because sheer stupidity and lust clouded my judgement.
Do I regret sleeping with Holly?
Yes, and no.
It’s a complicated answer because the truth is, it’s not just sex anymore.
It hasn’t been for a long, long time.
There are feelings,real ones, tangled up in all of it, whether I want to admit that to myself or not.
And now…there’s a potential life in the mix.
A baby.
I let out a slow breath, opening my eyes again to stare at the chipped paint on the ceiling above me.
Was it stupid to start any of this?
Absolutely, no question.
We should’ve known better.
