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Hi and welcome to my latest book, " Fighting for Life" I have no idea where this book came from, I woke up one morning with a line in my head and just started writing, I have never been in Jail, or have any idea what a jail is like so this is purely fiction.
As with all my books , this is a dark Harry fic full of drama, nothing more then I love is a protective Harry with an innocent Louis.💚💙
This book is full of graphic content, , harsh language, violence, blood and talk of attempt rape it also full of a love shinning though it all, most chapters do contain some form of violence, I am not going to add tigger warnings to ever chapter, straight up, if you don't like violence then this fic is not for you .
This book is fiction so anything can happen in my mind.
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This book is dedicated to all the friendships that I have form since being in this fandom, you all know who you are , thanks for your ongoing support 💚💙
I look around me at the cold sterile cage that I call my home and I wonder how I got here, all the events of the pass days flood my mind with visions.
Flashed of blood pooling on the cold ground around me, a body cold and left with no life, screams of terror and fright assault my brain.
I am interrupted as I hear keys jingling in front of my cell.
Tomlinson, you have a visitor".
I raise slowly and make my way over to the hole in the wall laying my hands on the cold steel, I look down as two cold hand cuffs are clipped around my hands digging into my wrist painfully.
" Stand back" I hear next as I stand back and hear the loud noise of the door being pulled back.
" Walk" is the command I receive next.
I move out of My cell slowly, unsure of my surroundings, this is my first time leaving my cell since I arrived here last night.
I can feel my heart start to hammer inside my chests as I hear cat calling.
" Oh, pretty boy you are so mine."
" I can't wait to fuck that fabulous ass."
" Look this way pretty boy."
" New meat, I can't wait to taste you".
I don't say anything and keep my head down looking at the metal floor, we come to another door which rolls back when we approach it, I stumbled a bit when I am pushed forward through it, stopping myself from falling over.
We continue through a few more doors until I am finally brought to a room where tables are scattered throughout, I find myself in front of one.
" Sit and place your hands on the table".
The chair scrapes across the metal floor putting me on edge, I move my body into to the chair and lay my hands on the table and which are secured to a rod in the middle.
I sit here with my Head down not making any eye contact with the other inmates around me.
" Louis " I hear my name getting called as I see Liam walking toward me and I feel absolutely relief wash over my body, I feel tears well up in my eyes as I make eye contact with Liam.
" Louis, mate are you ok? I got here as quick as I could", Liam is standing in front of me breathless from hurrying across the room to get to my side.
I shake my head as tears start to flow down my cheeks, I but my head down breaking eye contact with Him.
" I can't do it Liam, I can't be here" I say shaking my head, I feel my breathing pick up as I struggle to get air into my lungs.
" Lou look at me, come on mate, breath for me", I feel a hand lift my face, bringing my eyes back up to meet his.
" In and out take a deep breath for me, that's it, you are doing well Lou".
I feel Liam stand up and walk around beside me.
" No touching the prisoner, sit back in your chair or I will escort you out" I hear the Gruff voice of the prison guard instantly.
" It's ok mate we will get this sorted". I feel his hand clapping onto my back to give me some type of reassurance.
" I didn't do it, I can't be in here, I won't survive it".
" We know of course you didn't, I am trying everything I can to get you out but it's not looking good, there will be a court hearing tomorrow where I will ask for bail, they have you on a charge of murder in the first degree".
" I am scared Liam". I can hear my voice tremble with fear.
" It will be ok, I have just had a meeting with Zayn who is one of my clients in here and I have asked him to look out for you, he will come and find you ok".
" Thanks". Is all I manage to get out, I am still in shock at everything that has taken place over the last 48 hours.
" Now let's go through what happened last night?".
"You already know what happened you were there to".
"I know that, but I need to hear it in your own words."
" We were all having a great time at James, the music, the food, the people, I walked out onto the back deck, just to have a break from all the noise and to have a fag, it was getting so loud as everyone consumed more and more drinks, it was so peaceful out their looking out over the water and the bush that surrounded it".
" What made you walk down into the yard?".
" I Heard a noise, and stupid as I am I went to investigate.
" What kind of noise?".
" It was like a strangle cry, something Just didn't feel right".
" You should come and got me or someone, you could have been killed as well".
" Well obviously I wasn't thinking, or I wouldn't in this mess now" I sass back.
"Good to see you being here hasn't knocked the sass out of you". Liam looks at me smirking.
" Take me through step by step, what did you do when you first stepped into the area were the body was?".
" I walk down the steps and followed the path, looking about, when I came into the clearing, I was instantly meet with a body lying on the ground, I ran over to see if I could help, but once I was there, I felt for a pulse and there wasn't one present".
" What happened next?".
" I was leaning over the woman's body when I heard a scream and then a few more people gathered around, they all thought I had killed the woman, the police were called and somehow, I was the one that was charge with her murder, which I don't understand why?".
" Lou your prints are on the murder weapon".
" What? How? that's not possible I didn't touch anything".
" Lou think, try to think, did you at any time pick up a knife?".
" I don't think I did, it was all a bit of a blur, everything happened so quickly, I mean I could have". I am trying so hard to recall what Happened and If at any stage I did in fact see a knife at all.
" Well, you must have, let's walk through everything again, nice and slowly". I take a deep breath in shaking my head a bit, it is all just becoming too much.
" What did you do as soon as you saw the woman's body?
" I rushed over to see if she was ok".
" And what did you see?".
"I saw blood on the ground around her oozing from a cut in her neck, I tried to steam the flow, but their was just so much blood Liam , it was everywhere " I tremble from the vision which is still imprinted on my eyes.
" Did you see a knife anywhere? on her body? or next to her body? come on Lou this is really important think."
" I am trying Liam, I Kneeled Down, I leant over her body and felt for a pulse."
" Where was your other hand?".
" It was on the ground next to her body".
" Ok was there anything under your hand? could you feel anything other than the dirt on the ground?".
" What like the knife?". I question.
" Yes exactly, like a knife, could you have placed your hand over it without knowing?".
" Well, I suppose I could have".
I put my head down it is really starting to ache now, there is just too much going through my brain to process, it's like everything in my head is all jumbled together, and I can't make scene off any of it, it's all twisted, confused and jumbled.
" I know you didn't do it Lou; we just have to try to work out how we prove that".
" Let's go over it again, step by step, start from the beginning".
We spend the next while trying to piece together everything that happened on that night by the time our session is up, I feel more and more confused.
" I will be back tomorrow Lou hopefully with some good news".
As I walk back, I look over my shoulder at Liam who has his eyes glued to me, I bring my hand up the best as I can with handcuffs on trying to give him a small wave and he smiles.
My mind is filled with a thousand of thoughts what has transpired in the last few days, the moment the police come, and people accusing me of murder, The ride in the back of the police car, the invasive search of my body, it's so fresh and disturbing in my mind.
" Tilt your head forward I'm going search your hair".
" Open your mouth" a light is shone in searching.
" Fingerprints, photos, turn this way, turn that way, is all I heard over the first few hours of being in custody, and I don't say a single word in that time, I do everything that is asked of me, I get place in a cell at the jail until I am transferred to the Federal Correctional Institution the next morning, Again, same process.
" These are yours alone to take care of, if you lose anything or destroy any property in your cell you will receive a fine" I am handed a plastic covered pillow, a towel and a plastic bag which holds a toothbrush, toothpaste and a small bar of soap, one white sheet and one course grey blanket.
I am lead down a Sterile corridor which is all grey as doors roll back and open as we pass through each section, I am eventually led to a cell which I notice when I put my head up there is no one else in which offered me instantly relief which I am so grateful for.
I walk over and place my belongings onto the plastic covered mattress, I look around my surroundings, the cell itself is small, there is a metal tray that the plastic mattress is sitting on, a sliver metal sink and a toilet, grey walls with no window, I don't know what I was expecting but it was not this, it's harsh and hostile.
I lean forward and try to suck some deep breaths into my lungs, and I let the tears start to fall that I have been holding in for so long.
I sniffle quietly to myself, running my fingers over the cold hard plastic of the mattress, I never in my life thought I would be locked in a cage like an animal desperately wanting to escape.
How did I end up here? The thousands of questions racing around my head which I want answers to, my head is full of images that I have seen in movies and on tv as to what a jail is really like, and these thoughts terrify me.
I spend the rest of the day just sitting on the plastic mattress numb, getting acquainted with this hostile room I am locked in.
" Tomlinson, Shower Time, bring what you need" Are the words that pull me out of my trance, and I feel my body stiffens instantly at the thought.
" Do I need to repeat Myself Tomlinson?" His voice is harsh, and commanding, making me jump, I stand up quickly and grab what I need and wait for the door to roll back, the guard steps back then I fall into step in front of him, I block out the calls and whistles as I make my way down the many halls until we reach the shower area.
I get shivers up my spine at the sight in front of me, the shower room consistent of multiple showers heads coming out from a wall, the shower floor looks like a swamp, and it smells of semen and piss, I try not to gag at the thought of having to put my feet bare on the surface.
The room is full of other men who all stop to look at me, and I hold my breath feeling extremely uncomfortable, not looking forward to what was coming next.
I hope you have enjoyed this first chapter , more gripping story to come