Thursday Throw out

HEEEYYYY,
Happy Thursday all!!

So, revelation in my world.  I kind of like working out a lot. Like A-LOT A-LOT. It seems the harder I push myself the better I feel. (I know right, who the hell am I) I also have renewed focus on my writing and attempting to keep myself occupied in healthy ways. SOO yea me, and stuff.

So today I am bringing you a small piece of  Scarred 2. ONE of my MANY WIP. It would be nice if I could get Scarred 1 out, but alas, it is in beta. I hope you love <3 p="">


Scarred 2



PROLOGUE
 
 

The hoots and hollers of the other inmates of the county lockup draw me to the common area. Their focus is on the communal television, and whatever they are watching is getting them riled up. I wonder down to the cafeteria-style seating and take a spot in the back. Flying under the radar is my best chance for survival in this place. With a face like mine, I am bound to attract the wrong kind of attention.

“No shit.” I mumble, as I watch the events unfold before me.

The scene playing on a loop on the TV is almost humorous. Brady Baker using his wife, Brandy, as a human shield as he, and his friend Bradley Tucker, scramble inside a building in the Fraser shipyard. The swat has them surrounded, and I can plainly see the little bastard is scared shitless. I mean what kind of man hides behind a pregnant woman.

My thoughts drift to poor Brandy, how she risked her safety to get Brady out of the house, so I could help Israel escape. It is obvious that the cat is out of the bag on that front. I wonder how long it took him to figure out she helped me.

The voices of the inmates start to elevate again, and I see some of them staring at me. I look up just in time to see a video of Israel getting out of the Helicopter on the day of her rescue. In the corner of the screen is my mug shot with the caption “Currently being held in Hennepin County Jail.” I stand quickly and make my way back to my cell.

So much for staying under the radar.

****

Tis the end for me.  Adieu, Adieu.

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