~8
Jerry's POV

I haven't seen Michael in two days. He wasn't hurt, so why the hell is he still there? I'm doing pushups. I do a quick workout whenever I'm worried about one my own. My own as in gang member. My feelings are going away, which is good, because gang members aren't allowed to "be friendly" with each other.

Not in this gang anyway. I was about to start doing sit-ups, when I saw Michael being shoved into the cell block. I ran to the cell gate. He has a black eye. What the hell! The guard takes him to my cell, opens the gate, and shoves the hell out of Michael.

“Yo! What the hell man!”

Michael stumbles, but can't catch himself, because the guard didn't take his cuffs off. Michael hits the ground hard.

“Shutup, inmate! ”

The guard slams the door and storms off. I look at Michael. He's having trouble getting up. I grab his arms and turn him over, so he can sit on the ground.

“Michael, what the hell happened? ”

Michael smiled. His nose was bleeding from the fall.

“I know why I'm in here...”

“What?”

“I was framed... and so were you...”

“Michael are you OK? What are you talking about? ”

“Let me tell you what happened to me...”

Two days EARLIER - Michael's POV

I woke up. I rub my eyes and look around. I'm in the medical center. I remember what happened the day before, with Jessica and I. I smile at the thought of her lips touching mine. I sit up and swing the covers off of me.

“Jessica?”

“Yes, Michael.”

“Nothing. ”

I just wanted to make sure she was here. I get up and look around. Jessica is outside sitting at the main desk in the hall. The door is open. There aren't any guards around. Weird.

No one is around. I smile to myself. I sneak out the door, crouching down, so Jessica won't see me. I sneak around the desk. She still doesn't see me. Perfect. I move directly behind her chair. I stand up and wrap my arms around her. She jumped.

“Michael (giggling) you scared me.”

“My plan worked.” I started placing kisses on her neck. She laughed.

“Michael, that feels very good, but there are cameras out here.”

She pushes me away. Oops.

“Do you think they saw us? Oh God, I'm gonna be moved to the other medical center! And probably with an old nurse!”

She grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the patient room.

“Michael, calm down. They barely even look at those cameras and good guess on the old woman. And for your information, we are doctors. Not nurses!”

I smile. “Speaking of doctors. Let's play a game.” I wrap my arms around her waist.

“What game?”

“Role playing, ” she started laughing, “You be the doctor, and I'll be the sick patient. ”

She was laughing and shaking her head no.

“No, Michael. We can't. ”

I kiss her forehead. “Oh, c'mon, no is around, which is rare.”

She looked around. “You're right, but still. I have a lot of work to-” 

I interrupt her with a kiss. She grabs my head. I lift her up and set your on her desk. (A/N: there are two desks. One out in the hall, with the cameras. And one inside the medical room, without cameras.)

She takes my shirt off. I take hers off. For some odd reason, I remember my wife. I can't get her out of my head. I stop kissing Jessica and put my head down. She knows something is wrong.

She lifts my head up. “What's wrong, Michael?”

“I just can't do this....”

Those words seem to hurt her. She clears her throat. “Oh OK.”

She gently pushes me away and gets off her desk. While covering her self up with her hands, she picks up her shirt and pulls it on.

“Jessica...”

“No it's OK, Michael.”

She goes to leave, but I grab her arm. Not rough though.

“Jessica please. I need you to stay here with me.”

She got irritated. “Why? Why should I? You don't seem to need me like you say.”

“Jessica, its not you. Its my wife.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh my gosh! I forgot you had a wife! How could I do this! I ruined your marriage. Michael, you have to tell her. I can't keep secrets. Not like this, Michael-”

“Jessica, calm down. She cheated on me.”

“What?”

“My wife cheated on me with my lawyer. That son of a bitch put me in here! He pleaded guilty! I wasn't even awake for that shit!”

She looked shocked. “There could be another reason-”

“There isn't! He did this on purpose! I bet they did this together.. ”

“Um..they?”

“My wife and my lawyer!”

“Michael, you have to ask him, before you make assumptions. ”

I sighed and thought about it. I gotta see him. I nodded.

“Ok. I will.”

She smiled at me. I pulled her into a hug. She pushed me away. I didn't know what for, until I saw a guard heading our way.

I backed a few steps. Oh please don't take me away...

“Michael, your lawyer is here to see you.”

I was shocked. And so was Jessica. I could see it on her face.

“My, um, my lawyer?”

“Yes. Now come on.”

He cuffs me and takes me downstairs. We walk through a security room and into a small room. There was a table with two chairs. One of the chairs was occupied with that jackass, Henry. Henry smiles when he sees me.

The guard takes off my cuffs and leaves. There's a big glass on the right side if the room. I know they see us.

“Hello, Michael. How you. Been?”

I don't say anything. I glare at him.

“So, Michael, I have some documents for you to sign. ”

“How could you?”

He smiled. “How could I what?”

“You know exactly what I'm talking about you little fuck!”

He seemed surprise by this comment. He doesn't know this side of me. I've changed. I feel more brave. More confident in myself.

“You must be talking about your wife?”

“Don't play dumb with me!”

“These documents are for your divorce. Trisha has already signed them. I just need your signature. ”

My heart splits in half. “What? D-divorce?”

Henry chuckles. “Yes. Trisha doesn't love you anymore. She loves me. Now sign the damn papers.”

I feel anger boiling up inside me.

“Why am I in here?”

Henry chokes on his own saliva.

“Excuse me?”

“You know I didn't do it. So why the fuck am I in here!”

“Michael, you told me you did it. I have the recording. I had to turn it in. There's no way you would of won. I can bring it to you if you want.”

I was completely shocked. “There's no way I told you that! I didn't fucking do it! Bring me that shit! I want to hear it!”

Henry nods. “Ok.” He snaps his fingers and the guard comes inside.

“Michael, I'll be back in here tomorrow. ”

“You can't bring that shit today?!”

“It'll take time. I have to get a court order to go into evidence to get the recording. I'll see you tomorrow. ”

“Wait! Why would you take my wife! You know I love her!”

“A little birdie told me you love the doctor.”

My eyes widen. How the hell does he know that??

“Who the hell told you that?!”

But he didn't answer. The guard pulled me out of the room. But I was able to get a glimpse of him smirking.

To be continued. I decided to finish the next day later. I really wanted you guys to read this. Hope you enjoyed.

Questions to consider:
If Michael didn't do it, then how does Henry have a recording of him confessing?

How does Henry know about Michael and Jessica?

Does Trisha really want a divorce?

Stay tune for the next part! :)