Those In Glass Houses
The Comedown
Josh’s POV
I sat on my bunk, my cellmate sitting in his, under mine. I stared at the bars, eyeing the two men that smoked in the one across from me. “I need a smoke.” I grumbled, jumping off my bunk and turning to my cellmate. He grumbled out curses while taking out a cigarette and throwing it to me. I walked to the corner desk and took out a match, lighting it from the wall and began smoking. A cop walked passed and glared at me from outside the gate.
“Andrews, you have a visitor.” I rolled my eyes, carefully lighting out my cigarette to continue the smoke when I come back and I walked over to the gate. The cop opened it, leading me to the visitor section and I sat on the table, surprised to see my lawyer, and long time best
friend, sitting across from me.
“Mark?” I asked. He smirked at me, setting a folder in front of me. I opened it, seeing the exact evidence Annemarie had used during the court case. I scowled at the folder and closed it, slamming it down on the table. “Explain to me why the hell I want to see this.” I glared at Mark. He opened it, pointing to all the files and started to talk.
“Annemarie’s boyfriend beat her, raped her, physically and verbally attacked her, and many other things.” I watched him closely and began thinking. “Never once did it say your name. For all we know, someone else could have done these things and not you. We could get you out early for this.” I nodded, leaning back and grinning.
“I love this.” Mark grinned back and stood up.
“Pack your clothes, Mr. Andrews. By this time tomorrow, you’ll be a free man.”
Annemarie’s POV
I tried getting away from his grasp but he squeezed my arms tighter. “Where do you think you’re going, Annemarie?” I whimpered, hating how he said my whole name and I cried out when his nails dug into my arms.
“Josh, I said it was an accident, please leave me alone!” I whimpered, having him become more enraged. He lifted his hand, striking me and I fell to the floor. He pushed me down and kicked me, still having his work boots on. He grabbed my face, punching my cheek and slamming my head down on the floor. I felt a warm liquid dripping down my face and he scowled at me.
“You never can hold up, can you bitch?” He grumbled, kicking me again. The night continued like always, something braking, slamming me against the wall, stripping me, and raping me, calling me a slut, whore, and other names.
I woke up to hands holding my arms and I screamed. “Marie! Marie look at me!” I snapped my eyes opened and stared up at the brown eyed man looking at me. Austin looked concerned and worried, staring at me. “Marie?” He asked, wiping the tears away from my face. I noticed that tears just kept falling from my eyes and I clenched them closed.
“I had a dream about him.” I cried. Austin picked me up bridal style, walking out to the couch and sitting me on his lap. He held me as I calmed down and he stroked my hair softly.
“Marie, we won’t let him get near you, we promise.” I nodded, believing him and cuddling closer to him. I felt him kiss my forehead softly and I looked up at him. He looked down at me and I smiled.
“Thank you.” I rested my head on his shoulder and looked around. The rest of the guys had gone out to eat and I was too tired to go so I decided to take a nap. Austin stayed behind to stay with me and they haven’t returned; which as fine by me. I traced Austin’s arm tattoos with my finger, admiring each and everyone on his arm. His other was empty, except for the bit from his chest. I lightly traced the star, the waves of the ocean, the clams and octopus.
My eyes looked over each tattoo, glancing at the one that said ‘Mom’. I smiled, whispering the word and remembering my mother and father. Their death anniversary is in a few months. I mentally noted that I would need to visit them and I went back to looking at the tattoos until I heard soft snores coming from Austin.
I stood up, carefully getting out of his arms, going to get the blanket next to him and wrapping him in it. I looked at him, sleeping so soundly. I softly kissed his cheek, smiling when he smiled in his sleep. I walked back to the bunk and curled up in Aaron’s blanket, looking outside.
I began thinking about Austin and my heart began to speed up, my stomach flipping around. I smiled, thinking about what Austin told me and I realized something: I fell in love with Austin Carlile.
I sat on my bunk, my cellmate sitting in his, under mine. I stared at the bars, eyeing the two men that smoked in the one across from me. “I need a smoke.” I grumbled, jumping off my bunk and turning to my cellmate. He grumbled out curses while taking out a cigarette and throwing it to me. I walked to the corner desk and took out a match, lighting it from the wall and began smoking. A cop walked passed and glared at me from outside the gate.
“Andrews, you have a visitor.” I rolled my eyes, carefully lighting out my cigarette to continue the smoke when I come back and I walked over to the gate. The cop opened it, leading me to the visitor section and I sat on the table, surprised to see my lawyer, and long time best
friend, sitting across from me.
“Mark?” I asked. He smirked at me, setting a folder in front of me. I opened it, seeing the exact evidence Annemarie had used during the court case. I scowled at the folder and closed it, slamming it down on the table. “Explain to me why the hell I want to see this.” I glared at Mark. He opened it, pointing to all the files and started to talk.
“Annemarie’s boyfriend beat her, raped her, physically and verbally attacked her, and many other things.” I watched him closely and began thinking. “Never once did it say your name. For all we know, someone else could have done these things and not you. We could get you out early for this.” I nodded, leaning back and grinning.
“I love this.” Mark grinned back and stood up.
“Pack your clothes, Mr. Andrews. By this time tomorrow, you’ll be a free man.”
Annemarie’s POV
I tried getting away from his grasp but he squeezed my arms tighter. “Where do you think you’re going, Annemarie?” I whimpered, hating how he said my whole name and I cried out when his nails dug into my arms.
“Josh, I said it was an accident, please leave me alone!” I whimpered, having him become more enraged. He lifted his hand, striking me and I fell to the floor. He pushed me down and kicked me, still having his work boots on. He grabbed my face, punching my cheek and slamming my head down on the floor. I felt a warm liquid dripping down my face and he scowled at me.
“You never can hold up, can you bitch?” He grumbled, kicking me again. The night continued like always, something braking, slamming me against the wall, stripping me, and raping me, calling me a slut, whore, and other names.
I woke up to hands holding my arms and I screamed. “Marie! Marie look at me!” I snapped my eyes opened and stared up at the brown eyed man looking at me. Austin looked concerned and worried, staring at me. “Marie?” He asked, wiping the tears away from my face. I noticed that tears just kept falling from my eyes and I clenched them closed.
“I had a dream about him.” I cried. Austin picked me up bridal style, walking out to the couch and sitting me on his lap. He held me as I calmed down and he stroked my hair softly.
“Marie, we won’t let him get near you, we promise.” I nodded, believing him and cuddling closer to him. I felt him kiss my forehead softly and I looked up at him. He looked down at me and I smiled.
“Thank you.” I rested my head on his shoulder and looked around. The rest of the guys had gone out to eat and I was too tired to go so I decided to take a nap. Austin stayed behind to stay with me and they haven’t returned; which as fine by me. I traced Austin’s arm tattoos with my finger, admiring each and everyone on his arm. His other was empty, except for the bit from his chest. I lightly traced the star, the waves of the ocean, the clams and octopus.
My eyes looked over each tattoo, glancing at the one that said ‘Mom’. I smiled, whispering the word and remembering my mother and father. Their death anniversary is in a few months. I mentally noted that I would need to visit them and I went back to looking at the tattoos until I heard soft snores coming from Austin.
I stood up, carefully getting out of his arms, going to get the blanket next to him and wrapping him in it. I looked at him, sleeping so soundly. I softly kissed his cheek, smiling when he smiled in his sleep. I walked back to the bunk and curled up in Aaron’s blanket, looking outside.
I began thinking about Austin and my heart began to speed up, my stomach flipping around. I smiled, thinking about what Austin told me and I realized something: I fell in love with Austin Carlile.
Notes
Title Credit: Bring Me The HorizonJust a small filler! :) Thanks so much to TATTOOSSS for helping me!!! I need inspiration for the next few chapters because I am lost. C:
Oh my god!! All the feels are so uncool!!
1/22/14