When The Light Falls - Book 3, N. Y. [good beach reads TXT] 📗

1 year in jail, due to unfinished and lost files over the years that have passed, since the listed murder in the unknown small town in Georgia, also recognized to locals, as Rosewood.''

 

 

I pressed the power button on the remote, hearing those last words pass through my mind.

 

It was all over the news, like it was a disease. No channel was free from the news of Elle's arrest.

 

 

I leaned down onto the table, my ears chirp up to the crowd outside.

 

They were all throwing a riot.

 

All of Elle's fans from her blog came to see her.

 

 

Being here for the event, it breaks me.

 

 

I can't help but think, that in the moment years ago, she told me about her father back in London.

 

Those moments of smiles, kisses and hugs.

 

I was in the arms of someone who did something unforgivable.

 

 

Should I rewind time? Never meet her again.

 

Pass by her on the streets, and think nothing of it?

 

No, I met Elle for a reason. What she did in the past is her own doing. She did what she had to do, and she never told me for her sake.

 

 

But why, after all these years, why never tell me personally? Elle.

 

I didn't think she'd do something like that.

 

She never even told me the rest of the story after that one night we talked back in london.

 

It seemed so long ago, just 18 years olds. Talking about their lives, unaware of their own mistakes.

 

 

Negative thoughts enter my mind as I stand in the conference room.

 

The people downstairs told me to stay up here, while they try to stop the riot.

 

 

It seemed like the news reporters were coming to see me.

 

Since they think I may know part of what Elle did before.

 

 

And now, I don't know what Elle's possibly gonna think. When I bail her out.

 

She commited a murder, a crime. She got away with murder.

 

 

But she somehow found love and happiness in her escape.

 

 

She deserves to get out and still enjoy her life.

 

With me.

 

 

''I have to get Elle out of jail.'' I said aloud.

 

''You can't do that.'' said a famaliar voice.

 

 

I turned my head to face Mark, who had walked in from the door frame.

 

I wondered how he got in?

 

But that's not the point right now, at least i'm not alone anymore.

 

 

''Why?'' I asked.

 

''The police have surrounded the station and no access can be given to Elle, it's hopeless. They practically had to strap down Marybella when she saw Elle leave from the hospital.'' he replied.

 

 

Damn it, Marybella really cares about Elle.

 

''So this was Sara's doing.'' I said, with anger in my voice.

 

"We don't know if this was Sara's doing. The only speculation was that she'd played a part in this somehow." Mark replies.

 

"No, this is definitely her doing. She arrested Elle, which means she had a say in all of this coming full circle." I reply.

 

How stupid of me, to not suspect something about Sara. Now I know why Elle was always out and coming home late.

 

She never told he the reason. And she was always tired.

 

Like she was running from her life.

 

 

''I'm going to get her out.'' I finally said.

 

''There's no use, we'll have to wait for her served time to end and...soon enough we'll have to get back to work and our lives.'' Mark suggested.

 

''Great you do that. While I can see what I can do about Elle.'' I say.

 

 

I grabbed my coat and headed out. I pass by the lobby where the man up front calls me out.

 

But I ignore him and push the entrance doors anyway.

 

I was blinded by the lights and news reporters.

 

 

The crowds of people rioting and podcasts airing all surrounded me.

 

It was way more than I thought it would be.

 

 

''Mr. Callies, can we have a word?'' says a news reporter.

 

My picture was taken, many many times and without hesistation.

 

I just wanted to leave.

 

 

Mark comes into the commotion. As I stand by, slightly stunned by his appearance.

 

''Mr. Cailles, as the boyfriend of Elle Woods. the writer and editor of the magazine company FARELLE. What do you think about her recent arrest made an hour ago?'' asked an tabloid.

 

 

I tried to make my way out of the crowd, and to also avoid the question.

 

But there's no use.

 

An endless escape.

 

 

Mark stays in front of me, trying to hold up the crowd of news reporters. As I shift through the crowd, I look back to see Mark give me a concerned face.

 

I had to go ahead and leave.

 

I give him a nod before heading off for a taxi moving along the street.

 

 

 

Me and Elle gone through enough to not be together.

 

Now's my time to still save her.

 

 

I open the doors to the station, fear in my nerves.

 

I approach the desk filled with officers.

 

 

''Excuse me, can I please get some help?'' I asked.

 

''Yes what can I do for you sir?'' says a officer.

 

''I'm looking for Elle Woods, she was hauled in for murder. I need to get her out.'' I replied.

 

 

The officer looked at his papers, but then he's stopped by a pair of hands slightly carressing his shoulder. He's surprised and gives me a look before leaving.

 

The next officer beside him moves aside too, without a fight.

 

 

''I can take it from here boys.'' said a lovely voice.

 

The officers move to the back as Sara's face comes into the frame, anger fills my eyes.

 

But I try to stay calm.

 

 

If I make a move, i'll end up in jail too.

 

I can't do that. Even if I think it's gonna help me see Elle again.

 

 

''You..where's Elle?'' I say.

 

Sara raises her eyebrows in anticipation, as she leans in to talk to me.

 

 

''She's safely put in a cell with a cell mate, but don't worry. Jail women aren't half as bad as prison women.'' she replied.

 

Anger brewed in my face, as I tried to stay calm.

 

As much as Sara speaking makes me feel bad about Elle, I need to think about how this is gonna effect us.

 

 

''How long is she in for?'' I asked, slightly angry.

 

''1 year, she would have served longer if it wasn't for her remarkable escape in a matter of time. She's quite the handfull of a murderer you got there.'' Sara said.

 

 

I slammed my hands on the table, grabbing the attention from everyone nearby.

 

If I could jump across the desk that's separating us. Maybe I would have done something

 

 

I took a deep breath before speaking again.

 

''Just let me speak to her.'' I said.

 

''Sorry, all restrictions to see Elle is under a waitlist to be put legal again. She signed something back then that states she can't have any vistors. A lot of paperwork.'' Sara says.

 

She walks over to a desk and brings over a bunch of paper, she pats a pile full of reports.

 

 

''Listen, i've seen Elle suffer through enough. I need to get her out now, what other ways can I see her?'' I said, serious now.

 

''Well you can pay the fine.'' Sara said suspiciously.

 

 

Even the least bit concern in her face made me look at her in digust, she was not at all what I thought she was.

 

''How much?'' I finally said.

 

''$100,000.'' Sara said.

 

 

''Okay...I think iIcan pay that much with her money and mine combined.'' I said.

 

''....But since it did take about 2 years to track her down and also with a fine for murder and her disappearance.... we're adding on about 500,000 more dollars. Just for the time it took me to arrest her.'' Sara said.

 

 

''That's about $600,000, she doesn't deserve to be caged up for something she did.'' I replied.

 

"Oh, but she does." Sara said.

 

I clenched my fists as anger. Even the fury in the money I would have to make to get her out made me concerned for her freedom.

 

''Yeah she did kill her step dad. And don't you have a father, right?'' Sara said.

 

 

My eyes lightened in surprise.

 

I was already tired of her responses, even mentioning my father made it worse.

 

 

''Whatever, i'll come back some time later.'' I said.

 

 

I rushed out of the station as fast as I could. I needed to get out of there, otherwise i'd explode.

 

And I still knew I wouldn't come back for a while.

 

But at least i'd give it a try.

 

 

 

I will get Elle out of jail, or see her again some time.

 

Chapter Two: Cherry's Acid

 

Elle's P.O.V 

 

I waved my hands, calling for a taxi.

 

 

It stopped just across the street from the police station.

 

I watched as the driver waited for me to cross.

 

 

I run over, poking the hole in my jacket.

 

It was still, to my surprise, worn out. And it was weird to wear the same clothes from before, when I got put in.

 

 

It was surreal, nothing like how I imagined.

 

 

I reached the cab and opened the door. I sat down and looked back to the station.

 

It was a place, I never wanted to see again.

 

For good.

 

 

''Vera Lace, Suburbs.'' I said to the driver.

 

He steps on the gas, while I settle in the backseat.

 

I had forgotten how hard the seats were in taxi's, and the dark black color palette inside.

 

 

The taxi driver drove up to the suburbs. I looked around, trying to remember a lot of the things I've seen here.

 

But, not a lot came back, to my memory.

 

But I was glad. I still remebered spending most of my time in SoHo and Chelsea, during the past few years.

 

 

New York was still the same. I had forgotten about how much I loved being outdoors.

 

 

The same old trees and buildings towering the people on the street.

 

The expensive rent, the popular hotspots and loud city noise I wanted to desparately hear again.

 

 

It all came back.

 

 

When I reached my house, all I could do was stay very silent.

 

My previous view was somehow altered.

 

This moment was meant to happen, I was suppose to come home.

 

But it just doesn't feel right.

 

 

I payed the driver and watched him leave.

 

It's quiet and distant between the houses and me.

 

 

I looked around at the neighborhood. I was as if time had finally moved again, when I entered back into the reality this world again.

 

 

"I'm back."

 

 

I brushed back my outgrown hair and walked up the driveway.

 

The hard concrete and rocks slide below my feet, as I continued to walk up to the front steps.

 

 

I shudder at the thought of knocking. Like my memories finally came back.

 

 

I slowly pace my way to the door. It's brown and bright like usual.

 

The same door that I remembered walking in and out of, for years.

 

 

And then I thought of Jacob.

 

I didn't think of how i'd present myself back to him again.

 

Even when we weren't talking while I was in that cell, I whispered to myself goodmorning and goodnight.

 

 

Like he was there, hoping he'd hear me in mt dreams.

 

Now those dreams have vanished.

 

 

My hand reaches up to the door, I hesistate before doing it.

 

I needed to face the scary fact and just do it.

 

 

I knocked twice. My hands slide back down to my side.

 

Then, I heard footsteps which made my heart beat quick.

 

 

I sighed heavily for a second as my eyelids flutter at the door being opened.

 

 

I was glad that he answered, it made me feel a lot better.

 

And when I saw him, all he did was stand there and look up and down at me. Like I was a ghost coming back to haunt him for life.

 

 

I hesitated to speak first.

 

This was the first time in a year that I got to speak to him again. 

 

I was completley clueless on what to say.

 

 

Instead of yelling or pulling me inside, like how I anticipated, Jacob hugged me. 

 

He pulled