Bella's POV

"So, do you think you'll ever get out of here?" Louisa asked with a little voice as we laid on my bed and read the papers revealing the scandal, our backs against the bed and our feet high up against the wall, our heels dancing aimlessly from side to side as we curled up our toes.

"I don't think so," I sighed and rolled my eyes, pulling the news paper down and sitting upright, my palms to my face.

"I really hope you get out and make your dreams of being a neurosurgeon come true," she smiled sincerely as she sat up too and patted my back.

"I hope so too," I nodded and raised my head a little, dashing a smile at her.

"Allegra, you have a visitor!" The cop yelled.

"Who knows, your blessing from heaven might be that visitor," she said as we jumped down the bunk together.

"I doubt that. Its probably Mercedes or Mamasita, coming to murder me with their knives of words," I sighed and put on my slipper, walking out of the cell.

"Good luck out there!" she yelled as I followed the cop down the hall.

"Thanks!" I yelled back after some awfully quiet seconds.

I walked into the room. I couldn't believe my eyes. Why? was - what! No, that could not be happening.

"Its is nice to see you in those clothes. I hope you're rotting in here already!" Mercedes yelled as she smirked.

Not again!

"What are you doing here? Get out!" I yelled angrily, not caring about anything anymore.

"I should? And why?" she asked, pouting and giving me that oh-so-fake baby pity face look.

"I said get out! You've ruined my life already!" I yelled once again, pointing at the door.

"I'm just getting started, honey. Don't get too excited," she smiled and walked over to me. And for the record, I say when I leave!" she smirked and pushed me to the floor, stepping on my hands that pressed against the cold floor and walked out with an evil chuckle.

Curse her!

I tensed. I was really furious. The lady returned me back to my cell and I poured out in rage and anger, my hands balling into fists.

"So, what happened?" Louisa asked and pulled her body towards mine on my bed.

"It was Mercedes and she threatened me. I just want to get out of this place!" I cried out as a tear hurriedly rolled down my cheek.

"I understand," she gave me a big hug and it helped a little, though.

I wanted to be free!

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"Allegra! You have a visitor!" The lady yelled.

"Its 10pm! Don't you people have a curfew or something?" I complained, rubbing my sleepy eyes sleepily and stood up, tapping my feet on the chilly floor in search of my slippers.

I let out a loud yawn as my mouth went in a huge oval shape, my right hand covering my mouth a bit.

"I said you're free. Come out!" she yelled once more.

Did I hear that right?

"Seriously?" I yelled excitedly, opening my ears to make sure I heard the words clearly this time.

"Yes. A hot dude bailed you out," she sighed and smirked a bit, nudging my shoulder.

I tapped Louisa immediately. She was fast asleep and snored like crazy.

"Louisa! Wake up! I'm free!" I said, tapping her hard in hopes of telling her. It would be horrible leaving without a good bye and I knew exactly how that felt. Trust me, I had been there.

"She's like a log of wood till exactly 7am tomorrow. Do you want to get out or not?" she yelled.

"I will. Tell her I'm gonna come back. Please," I begged.

"Whatever, whatever. You barley even met that murderer," she sighed and I followed the lady to the outer reception.

"Sign here and here and you're free to go," The officer said and I signed out with tears rolling down my cheek.

Tears of joy. I was finally free. I could leave but not out of there. Stranded....

'Where would I go? I had no money, food nothing! I just rather stayed there and rot.' I thought to myself as my clothes were returned in a paper bag.

"Who bailed me out?" I asked and cleaned the tears that kept forcing their way down my cheek.

"He's just outside," The officer replied.

"Thanks," I replied and walked out of the station after I changed back to the outfit I had on before I got  jailed. I was as filthy as anything.

I dragged my legs, each step pulling my entire body backward. My head stung in pain and I could feel strands of hair etching on my face and flying haphazardly. My lips were numb and my eyes watered with fear, pain and anxiety. A slight look to the mirroring window made me realize my eye bags. I sighed.

Him - where was he? Who was he?

A kind passerby? Someone I knew? Pa? Caden?...no, he was not there. Probably a thousand miles away.

I looked around the environment, minivans all around and police vehicles as well. I squinted my eyes a bit and walked a little further, persistent to thank my earthly saviour and then find some place in some street corner. Or probably call Banks? Most probably.

A cursory look earned me a black Lamborghini just a couple of steps to my front. It was the only vehicle that wasn't a minivan or a police car around. A string of hope swirled in me and I tried with my last breath to scamper over to it, hoping it'd be him. Whoever he was.

"Uhm, hello?" I spoke up in a friendly tone as a man in a sparkling black suit stood before the car, backing me totally.

Creepy?

"Hi!" I tried again but got nothing less than silence in return. I bit my lip a little at my futile attempts. "Sorry for the bother, but did you bail me out of - "

"Yes," I heard his masculine voice and a vortex of familiarity sprang out in me. "Yes, I bailed you," he completed and took a 360 turn, facing me.

"Caden!" I whispered as my heartbeat skyrocketed. My eyes couldn't believe it and my lashes kept batting in excitement.

"Its you!" I mumbled again as beads of tears rolled down my eye, my cheek and kept a trail for more to come. Immediately, I rushed to him, stepping on my toes and launching into a huge hug. I could feel my tears on his perfect suit as I got him tangled up in my filth.

I pressed my body tightly against his, allowing a little smile to creep up my lips. I didn't want to let go. His perfume corrupted my thoughts and left me drooling.

I inhaled deeply with my hands wrapped around his body and my head against his strong masculine chest. I felt his hand pat my back gently before threading his hands through my hair. I smiled contently.

"Let's go home," He whispered.

I drifted, dreading the moment his warmth left my body. Then I nodded with a shy smile and got into the car. He got in too and drove off.

Bella, wake up! You are in a dream. Please wake up! I kept thinking to myself.

The car was extremely quiet and he kept his face straight to the road, not minding my persistent stares. It was awkward, though.

"Are you mad at me?" I finally asked, breaking the awful silence.

He chuckled slightly before turning his face to me. "Should I be mad at you?"

"I don't know," I mumbled.

A longer silence protruded once again and I couldn't bear it.

"Who are you?" he spoke up, not turning his face this time.

"Look, i'm so sorry," I responded with a gloomy sigh.

"Right answer for the wrong question. Who are you?" he asked again.

"I'm just - nobody. A nobody who just got caught up,"

"I should be really mad at you, you know,"

"Then why aren't you?" I asked, finding a little sadness in my tone.

"It doesn't matter. We're here already," he shrugged as the gate flung open and he drove into it, parking the car in front of the house.

"You can take the room upstairs. It's free,"

"Thanks," I replied and started my journey up the stairs.

"Oh. My. God. It's you!"

What?

"So, how are you and - you have a lot to say," Mackenzie said as I turned my head back and saw her with a smile on her lips.

"Oh, Mackenzie." I smiled.

I never thought I'd say that name with a smile.

"Go on, get some rest. I don't want to be a bother," she shrugged.

"Thanks."

Immediately I got in, I slumped on the bed and inhaled the scent of freedom.

Finally.

Author's Note.

Thank you all so much for reading this chapter. It means a lot to me.

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So, what do we all think? Did we expect that.... Did we 'not' expect that.....

What if everyone just dies at the end?.......

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