"Who ratted him out?" Emilie said, standing up.
"I don't know, but I need to find out." I said. "I'm going to the police station and seeing him of he's there, want to come?"
"Uh, no. I'll stay here." Emilie replied, pushing a lock of white-blonde hair behind her ear.
I raced out the door to my car. I put the key in the engine, and it roared to life.

When I got to the police station only a couple blocks away from NBC Studios, I ran up to the front desk.
"Can I help y-"
"Do you have a James Fallon here?" I interrupted the man at the front desk. He looked at me for a few seconds, and typed something in his computer. I bit the skin on my fingernail, the common habit I have when I'm nervous as hell.
"We do. But, you can only see him if you're family." The police officer explained. Well, I'm his fiancée. Does that count?
"Um, I'm his fiancée."
"Okay," He gestured me to follow him. I nervously followed him to a cell. Is there anything I could do to get him out of here? I thought.
"From here, just take a left, and it's the first cell to the right." The police officer pointed. I nodded, and ran to where Jimmy was. Then, I saw him. He was sleeping on a shitty bed, and he was in an orange jumpsuit.
"Jimmy," I whispered. He didn't wake up.
"Jimmy!" I said louder. Nothing.
I looked around, and saw a police officer passing by. He had a nightstick around his belt. I walked up to him.
"Hey, can I use that for a sec?" I asked, pointing at the nightstick. Before he could answer, I took it, and banged it loudly against Jimmy's cell bars. I gave the nightstick back without a word, and turned back to Jimmy, who had a startled look on his face. He looked around until his eyes landed on me. His mouth curled into a smile.
"Jimmy! I have to get you out of here! Can you get a bail? Who ratted you out? What-"
"Shush," Jimmy said, putting his index finger to his lips. "Too many questions."
I chuckled a little bit. "Are you okay?"
"Not really. I have so many questions swirling around in my mind." Jimmy responded, zoning out while biting his lip.
"So...are you allowed to go on bail?" I asked.
"I have no idea,"
"Here, I'll ask." I ran to the front desk again.
"Excuse me, sorry to bother you again. Uh, is James Fallon allowed to go on bail? If so, how much does it cost?" I asked quickly. He probably didn't understand a word I said.
"No. He is a convicted murderer, ma'am!" The police officer said sternly.
"No! He's not a murderer, please believe me! It was self defense!" I pleaded. Why won't anyone just stop and listen to me?
"Well, as for now, he's in jail. No, there isn't currently a bail. Sorry, but that's just the way it is." I rolled my eyes in frustration, and ran back to Jimmy's cell.
"Nope," I said with a sigh. Jimmy looked down, pouting.
"I will get you out of here, I promise." I said, my eyes starting to well up with tears.
"It's okay, I'm fine. Don't sweat it, this is just for now." Jimmy assured me, but I didn't feel any better. "Go ahead, go home. Don't stress, okay?"
I took a deep breath. "Okay. I'll hopefully talk or see you later."
I went out into the parking lot, and get into the car. I put my head in the steering wheel. Please, dear God, just make this stop.
Then, I went home.
When I got to Jimmy's apartment, Emilie was sitting on the couch, zoning out. When she heard me, she immediately stood up.
"They said that he's a convicted murderer. Someone ratted him out, and said that he killed my dad for no reason even though it was self defense." I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Emilie pulled me into a hug.
"I'm so sorry," Emilie said. I felt so bad I was burdening her with problems I should be dealing with on my own.

Hey guys! This chapter isn't even the climax of what is about to happen! Next chapter, Malina finds out who ratted Jimmy out. I'm going to say "Person" so I don't spoil who did it!

"Malina! Don't! Just let it go!" Jimmy yelled, trying to grab me. There was no way in hell I was going to let it go. I stormed out of the door, and walked over to *the person*.
I grabbed *the person*'s shoulders, and pushed *the person* back into the brick wall.
"If you EVER dare to touch me or Jimmy ever again, you're dead!" I said angrily. My face was blazing red from fury.

Hope I didn't spoil anything! Thanks for reading! xoxo