Chapter 118
Disturbing news!
Chris’ POV:
I stare at my phone in disbelief, my eyes fixed on the news article about Megan’s arrest. I feel like I have been punched in the neck, my breath knocked out of me.
“How could this have happened?” I wondered.
Megan is in jail. I can’t wrap my head around it.
I think back to our last conversation, the way she looked at me with tears in her eyes. I was so blind and caught up in my own fears and doubts. I pushed her away, and now.
“What if Miles got her into this?” I thought.
I felt different waves of regret.
Maybe I should not have left her to herself.
I cannot just sit here, doing nothing. I have to act. I have to help her.
I jump up from my seat and start pacing around my room, my mind racing with thoughts of how I can make things right.
I am not a lawyer or a detective, but I will find a way to help her. I will be there for her, finally.
I started making calls, reaching out to anyone who might be able to help. I won’t rest until Megan is free, even if we cannot how back to who we were.
I was determined to help Megan, to be there for her.
But as I start making plans, my mom calls me into the living room.
“Chris, what is going on?” she asked as her voice firmed but concerned.
“I am going to help Megan, Mom,” I say, my jaw set.
“I have to.” I told her.
But my mom shook her head in disagreement.
“No, Chris. You cannot get involved in this. It is too risky.” Mother told me.
I felt frustrated at once.
“Risky? You do not understand, Mom. Megan needs me.” I told her.
“I mean, she is in jail now. I have to make it right.” I told her.
Mother’s expression softens, but her voice remains firm.
“I understand that you feel guilty, Chris. But getting involved in this will only make things worse. You could get hurt, or worse, get in trouble with the law.” Mother tried to dissuade me.
“Hmm!” I sigh as I felt trapped.
I knew mom was trying to protect me, but I cannot just sit back and do nothing. I have to try, no matter how small the chance of success.
“Please, Mom,” I said and tried to reason with her.
“Just let me try. I promise I will be careful.” I promised.
But my mom’s face is unyielding.
“No, Chris. I would not let you do it.” Mom insisted.
“Fine!” I said with my hands in the air.
“Fine!” I repeated in protest as I got the remote and sat in front of the TV.
I was glued to the television as the gossip news anchor words caught my attention.
“We have just received word that Miles, the friend of Megan’s who was supposed to be a key witness in her case, is currently in critical condition at Mercy Hospital.” The anchor revealed.
My mind raced as I tried to process this information. Miles was the one person who could have cleared Megan’s name, and now… now he might not make it.
I panicked.
“I have to do something, but what? I can’t just sit here.” I said.
“I know Megan is innocent of anything she has been accused of!” I thought.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dial the hospital number, my fingers shaking as I waited for someone to answer.
When they do, I ask to be connected to Miles room, hoping against hope that he is still alive.
As I wait on hold, I can’t help but think about the what ifs.
What if Miles doesn’t make it? What if he’s the only one who knows the truth about Megan’s innocence because I do not even know what she is been accused of.
The operator’s voice brought me back to reality.
“I am sorry, sir. Miles is in critical condition and can’t receive visitors. I can’t give you any more information.” He said and hung up.
I slammed my fist on the couch in frustration. This can’t be happening. I have to find a way, no matter what it takes. I will do whatever it takes to make sure she is safe and free.
But for now, all I can do is wait and hope that Miles pulls through. And pray that it’s not too late.
I could not shake off the feeling of restlessness, that I needed to do something to help Megan.
I tried to distract myself with TV, with games, with anything, but nothing seems to work. My mind keeps wandering back to her, to Miles, to the whole mess.
Finally, I could not take it anymore. I grab my keys and head out the door, telling my mom I am going for a drive.
But I’m not going for a drive. I’m going to see Megan.
I knew it was risky, I know my mom will be worried, but I can’t just sit around and do nothing. I need to see Megan, to tell her what’s going on, to try and help her in any way I can.
As I drive to the prison, my heart races with anticipation and fear.
“What if they won’t let me see her? What if she’s in danger?” I thought.
But I push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. I need to see Megan, and I need to help her.
When I arrive at the prison, I’m greeted by a stern-looking guard who asks me what I’m doing there. I explain that I’m a friend of Megan’s, and that I need to see her.
The guard looks me up and down before nodding and leading me to the visitation room. As I wait for Megan to arrive, my heart races with excitement and nerves.
What will she say? Will she be okay? Can I really help her?
The door opens, and Megan walks in, her eyes locked on mine. We sat down, and I take her hand, trying to convey all the emotions and thoughts that are swirling inside me.
“Megan, I am so sorry,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I should have been there for you. I should have helped you.” I said.
“No, no!” See told me.
“I have not been a good person, Chris!” Megan begged me.
“I do not care about that now!” I told her.
“I only want you out of here!” I told her as she nodded in affirmation.