almost looks like whoever it was, was looking for something, not someone. I know it’s somehow related to why we’re here in the first place, I just didn’t think they could find her so quickly and I still can’t understand why they are so desperate to protect these two irrelevant criminals. Somehow it feels like there’s more to the story then I know.
“Have you contacted anyone, any of your old friends…old boyfriends?” I ask.
“No” she answers calmly then seems to remember something, “my mum called me the other day, but I didn’t think too much about it.”
Shit, that’s not good. Her mum wasn’t supposed to call her number at all.
“You may not be happy about this, but we’re going to have to be roomies. They don’t know who you are, or that you’re here with me, hopefully” she says and bites her lip, “Please don’t tell my mum, or the police or anyone, okay? There’s not many people we can trust.”
“Why? What’s going on Charli?”
“Just…trust me okay? I can’t tell you anything more than you already know Jax” she says and sighs.
Okay, now I’m officially a little annoyed and a little worried. What the hell could she possibly not be able to tell me, and is it because she doesn’t trust me?
After a little stare down I finally nod and help her pack up some essentials to take back to my apartment; don’t understand why we had to have separate apartments in the first place anyway. We close the door behind us as best as we can after making the place look liveable again and quickly head back to my apartment.
“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch again” she says, obviously trying to keep me from asking the important questions.
“Okay” I say and grin at her; I don’t mind sharing my bed with her. She probably thinks I’ll make her sleep on the couch I smirk to myself.
“Well that was an easy argument. I thought you’d fight me on it.”
“We can both have the bed, it’s big enough for two” I say and smile at her. Shit I’m probably laying it on too thick, but luckily she just shoves my arm and laughs.
“As long as you don’t start spooning me in your sleep” she says and laughs even harder. Drew was certainly right on that account, she really does look good when she laughs. Yes I overheard, and yes I saw him throw himself at her. I was pissed at first but realised I couldn’t be; she wasn’t mine.
Charli
I sit on the edge of the bed, flipping the tiny memory card between my fingers. I’m keeping an ear out trying to hear Jax’s side of the conversation between him and my step dad. He’s given me some time to make myself comfortable and unpack some stuff in his apartment while he makes a call.
Apparently he’s had to call either my step dad or my mum every couple days just to give them updates on how things were going here. Maybe that’s why my mum didn’t ask me much on how things were going because she was already getting that information from Jax.
I’ve certainly put myself in a shitty situation and I’m dragging every single person I care about down with me. This right here, this little memory card, is my saviour. I just have to stick it out the next few months and pray they don’t push the court date any further. This right here is our ticket to bringing them all down and making us safe.
The fewer people that know the better; judging by the mess that is now my apartment though, looks like they already know.
What not many people know is that the night I saw everything happen, I recorded a few minutes on my phone. Those few moments were enough to capture faces and names of apparently some very high ranking criminals. I’ve only told the select few detectives that interviewed me for hours on end and looks like one of them is a rat. How do I know that? Well obviously someone told the people that are after me; otherwise they wouldn’t be so keen to find me.
No-one has caught on that criminals like this, they don’t care if two of
“Have you contacted anyone, any of your old friends…old boyfriends?” I ask.
“No” she answers calmly then seems to remember something, “my mum called me the other day, but I didn’t think too much about it.”
Shit, that’s not good. Her mum wasn’t supposed to call her number at all.
“You may not be happy about this, but we’re going to have to be roomies. They don’t know who you are, or that you’re here with me, hopefully” she says and bites her lip, “Please don’t tell my mum, or the police or anyone, okay? There’s not many people we can trust.”
“Why? What’s going on Charli?”
“Just…trust me okay? I can’t tell you anything more than you already know Jax” she says and sighs.
Okay, now I’m officially a little annoyed and a little worried. What the hell could she possibly not be able to tell me, and is it because she doesn’t trust me?
After a little stare down I finally nod and help her pack up some essentials to take back to my apartment; don’t understand why we had to have separate apartments in the first place anyway. We close the door behind us as best as we can after making the place look liveable again and quickly head back to my apartment.
“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch again” she says, obviously trying to keep me from asking the important questions.
“Okay” I say and grin at her; I don’t mind sharing my bed with her. She probably thinks I’ll make her sleep on the couch I smirk to myself.
“Well that was an easy argument. I thought you’d fight me on it.”
“We can both have the bed, it’s big enough for two” I say and smile at her. Shit I’m probably laying it on too thick, but luckily she just shoves my arm and laughs.
“As long as you don’t start spooning me in your sleep” she says and laughs even harder. Drew was certainly right on that account, she really does look good when she laughs. Yes I overheard, and yes I saw him throw himself at her. I was pissed at first but realised I couldn’t be; she wasn’t mine.
Charli
I sit on the edge of the bed, flipping the tiny memory card between my fingers. I’m keeping an ear out trying to hear Jax’s side of the conversation between him and my step dad. He’s given me some time to make myself comfortable and unpack some stuff in his apartment while he makes a call.
Apparently he’s had to call either my step dad or my mum every couple days just to give them updates on how things were going here. Maybe that’s why my mum didn’t ask me much on how things were going because she was already getting that information from Jax.
I’ve certainly put myself in a shitty situation and I’m dragging every single person I care about down with me. This right here, this little memory card, is my saviour. I just have to stick it out the next few months and pray they don’t push the court date any further. This right here is our ticket to bringing them all down and making us safe.
The fewer people that know the better; judging by the mess that is now my apartment though, looks like they already know.
What not many people know is that the night I saw everything happen, I recorded a few minutes on my phone. Those few moments were enough to capture faces and names of apparently some very high ranking criminals. I’ve only told the select few detectives that interviewed me for hours on end and looks like one of them is a rat. How do I know that? Well obviously someone told the people that are after me; otherwise they wouldn’t be so keen to find me.
No-one has caught on that criminals like this, they don’t care if two of
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