General Fiction posted May 17, 2017


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A man is arrested and waits for his one phone call

Locked up

by oliver818


The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.

Jake's thin arm slipped through the bars, and wrapped around the guard's wrist.

"Please, I'm begging you, let me call my wife. Please."

"Get back, get the fuck back," shouted the guard, his thick baton poised high above his head.

"Please," Jake said.

The baton cracked down on his arm, his mouth burst open in a scream of pain, and he fell back onto the floor. His knees scraped along the bare concrete a he pulled himself over to the bed, his injured arm twisted around the side of his body, cradled by the other.

"When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it boy," shouted the guard.

His head fell sidewards onto the mattress, and the dirty fabric darkened as it filled with his tears.

Opposite him, the series of shallow, black lines on the wall, highlighted by bright rays of sunshine pouring through the metal bars at the top of the cell, marked three weeks now. And yet the odour of stale, filthy water that came out of the drain in the centre of the cell still made his nose wrinkle. Why wouldn't they let him call home? When they had dragged him down here, the policeman had promised to give back his passport, press card and phone as soon as possible. He had never seen that man again, and today he had finally got the courage to ask, resulting in a possible fractured wrist.

A key turned in the lock, the door smashed open, and a guard stared down at him, a phone in his outstretched hand.

"Call your wife."

His fingers curled around the phone, and he pulled it to him, fearing it might be taken off him again. The buttons beeped as he pushed in the digits, and after a moment the ring tone began.

"Put it on speaker phone," the guard ordered.

He pushed the button and the ringing filled the tiny cell. Suddenly he let out a screech as something long and sharp was buried deep into his arm.

"When she answers, don't say anything. I just injected you with a deadly poison. If you do what I say, I'll give you the antidote. If you say a single word to her, you'll never see her again."

The syringe came away, the phone wobbled against his ear, and then the ringing stopped.

"Dobson residence."

Tears rolled down his face. Words swelled behind his tightly sealed lips, and his mind filled with her perfume.

"It's me. I love you," he whispered.

The phone smashed against the wall, landing in a pile of cracked plastic and twisted wires.

"You fucking idiot. You're dead boy."

The cell slammed shut. The series of crossed lines blurred in front of his eyes, as he wondered if it had really been worth it.

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