Trouble at Brayshaw High - Meagan Brandy Page 0,41

fucking clue who I am and what would happen to them if they decided to act like brave little bitches and start a pointless fight for the sake of dick measuring. While I’d love to put someone in their place right now, I’ve got a lot of tension to burn, I need out of this fucking shit today.

Or maybe I’m fucking trippin’ from being in here three days with no contact and he simply called on the first eyes he locked with.

I take my time standing and slowly shuffle toward the door, the clinking of other inmate’s shackles echoing behind me.

They put these fucking cuffs on that bound at the wrist, a thin chain hanging down and connecting at the ankles, making it awkward to walk and cutting my strides in half. It’s infuriating.

I stand facing a door and my senses kick in.

He just fucking tucked me into a corner and expects me to stand here blind. I don’t fucking think so.

I start to turn when a hiss hits my ear.

“Do. Not. Turn around.”

My muscles lock, my shoulders stiffening.

“Stay perfectly fucking still or we’re made.”

“The fuck?” I hiss back, but he silences me.

“There’s no one behind me, someone’s causing commotion, but I only have a minute before the rest are in line and you’re brought into the courtroom. Give a tight nod if you were left alone?”

I do as he asks.

“Good. I asked for it, sorry for the no communication but I didn’t want your brothers stepping in and trying to speed up the process. I made them keep you waiting until my lawyer could get me here.”

I frown at the old wood in front of me.

“It took a lot of work, a lot of money and promises, but I’ll be reviewed for a parole release today.”

“Dad— ”

“I’m sorry to spring this. This isn’t normally how these things work, but it’s the only way. Things are moving quicker than planned, and I need to be home now more than ever.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I snap quietly.

“Shh. You’ll understand soon.”

“All right, the rest of you, in line!” the officer shouts behind us and my dad curses.

“They’re out there for you, son,” he whispers.

Annoyance flares. It’s not right to catch them off guard like this.

Cap is gonna freak if this goes how our dad clearly has planned. He’ll be forced to tell him he has a daughter he hid from him for the last two, almost three years. Cap will worry this will affect the little visitation he does have with Zoey.

But the irritation can only get so far before it’s replaced with anxiousness.

If they’re here, she will be, too. And if she’s not, something is wrong.

This also means my dad will see her. With all the shit going wrong lately, there’s no fucking way he hasn’t linked it directly to our newcomer. If he tries to push her out, I’ll push back for the first time in my life.

If she’s even here.

The door is pulled open and I bounce my shoulders quickly before we’re ushered through a narrow walkway and then straight into the open courtroom. My eyes immediately find them.

Four rows back, three seats over.

And my baby is here.

Her eyes fly across my face and form and she breathes a visible sigh of relief her head dropping to Captain’s shoulder a second when she finds I’m in one piece. Untouched.

No one can hurt me, baby.

I meet Cap’s eyes and he nods. Royce tips his chin.

And then I tense, wondering if they’ll spot him behind me, but when I turn around and face forward, being the first to walk out and first to reach my seat, I see he isn’t there, but another inmate instead.

I tip my head back to look down the line as discreetly as possible.

He’s not there.

My brows meet at the center and I face forward.

In the next second, the judge is announced, and she jumps straight to it.

She picks up the first file and flips it open.

Her eyes pop up instantly, a quick shift of her features as her face pulls tight.

Guess I’m up first.

I can’t hold still, and spin in my chair and meet Captain’s, then Royce’s stare and their brows snap in.

Raven shifts in her chair, turning to whisper something at Royce.

“Forward, now.” The guard walks over to give his demands and I clench my teeth, forcing myself to listen to this prick.

Bet he’s tight with my dad but has to act all fucking bad out here, like he’s the boss. Like what