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"I didn't do it," I screamed at the top of my lungs.

They ignored me, still having an iron grip on my arms as they dragged me into the building. I kept thrashing and screaming, hoping to have some kind if effect on them, but it didn't.

Before I knew it, I was being shoved into the cell and being locked in.

"Please," I yelled. "I didn't do it. You have to believe me."

But all I heard in response was the door slamming behind them.

I took a deep breath and wiped the tears from my face. I can not believe this is happening, I thought to myself. I get into a lot of trouble sometimes, but never anything like this.

Ever heard the expression the wrong place at the wrong time? My brother use to tell me "You were only at the wrong place at the wrong time." When I was five I believed that, but as I grew up I started to realize there was something wrong with me. I've always said I was cursed and in that moment I was believing it more than ever.

I looked around the cell only to see an old, moldy looking bed and a stained, nasty toilet. You have got to be kidding me!

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I somehow managed to fall asleep in the cold, flat bed. That is until I heard something loud, kinda like someone banging on metal.

I instantly sat up, waiting to hear it again. Bang! I jumped at the sound, but not being able to do anything considering I'm locked in a cell and can't really see anything.

Then I heard footsteps getting louder and louder after each second. After about ten seconds it stops and I was left in total silence.

Then I saw a man appear in front of my cell. Are they going to release me now? Hope seared through my veins at the thought. But instead of unlocking the door he just stared at me. It was too dark to get a good look at his face, but I knew it was a guy because of the way he was built.

It soon made me uncomfortable and I say, "who are you?"

"I'm," he looked a little panicked before saying, "Charles."

There was a part of me that thought he was lying, but who was I to question anything? "Well, Charles what are you doing?" I asked. "Are you an officer?"

"Uh not quite," he said. "But I'm here to help you out."

"What? Really? But wait, you have to have the keys to-" I was cut off by the jingling sound of keys. I looked down to see him pulling them out of his coat pocket.

"Wait! How did you-" he cut me off once more by saying, "Do you want to know how I got the keys? Or do you want to get out of this tiny cell?"

"Both," I said, quitely. I knew he heard me because it was extremely quite and we were the only ones talking.

Once he unlocked it he started walking away. I scurried after him saying, "Hey, where are you going?"

"Somewhere," he said, walking out the door. I follow him all the way out of the building, since I had no idea where I was going.

Once I stepped into the night I immediately started shaking from the cold. "Hey," I yelled at him again.

He turned back around and I hurried over to him. "So what, you help me out then leave? Not real gentleman like."

"I uh have a lot going on. I helped you out of rotting in a jail cell so now I walk away. Right? That's how it works?" He asked, confusion on his face.

"Uh I don't know," I respond, my voice dripping sarcasm. "I've never been rescued from jail before."

"Oh uh yeah. Um I knew that. I was just," he stuttered. "Would you like a ride home?"

I looked around the parking lot to see that there's one cop car and a silver Toyota that must be his.

"Yeah. That'd be great thanks," I said, like I had a choice.

I followed him to his car and get into the passengers seat. I turned the heat on because at the moment I can see my own breath. I looked over to Charles to see he's not even shivering in the slightest and it has to be less than 20°.

"How are you not cold?" I exclaimed, rubbing my hands together at an attempt to get warmth.

"Guess I'm used to it," he responded. I didn't know what he meant, but there was a lot I didn't know about this man.

It was an awkward silence the whole ride as I stared out the window at the snow covered trees and he stared at the seemingly never ending road.

Then we arrived at my apartment building when something dawned on me, how does he know where I live?

I look at the calm man beside me as he turns off the engine.

I'm suddenly terrified of the stranger whose freed me from jail and knows where I live.

"Ok so goodnight," I said, opening the door and quickly shutting it behind me. I walk fast to the entrance, but at the same time try not to fall on the icey pavement.

"Hey," he yelled, getting out of his car and chasing after me. "Hold on."

I turn around, "listen I don't know you. You're a stranger to me. I really appreciate you getting me out, but I think you need to go."

His face looks defeated as I walk away, into the lobby. I soon reach my apartment and sigh in relief. I've had such a crazy night. A question was eating at me though. What will I do tomorrow? They'll just come back to get me and take me right back to jail again.

I walked into my small kitchen and get a glass, pouring myself a cup of water from the pitcher. I turn around and drop the glass, it breaking into tiny shards and water spilling over my feet. Even then I didn't make any attempt to reach down and clean it up.

"You should've waited and let me explain," Charles said, standing in front of me.

"You're a creep," I yelled. "Get out of my house."

He only sighed, making me even madder that he wasn't taking me seriously.

"I didn't want to have to do this again," he says, disappointed in his voice.

"Have to do wh-" I begin. Then he reaches up touching my forehead with two fingers, and that's the last thing I remember before blacking out, falling into a pair of arms.

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