Chapter Seventeen
Sometimes, all you need to hear is those three amazing words to know that everything will be fine; everything will be okay.
- Grace Chanbee
[Justin's POV]
I laid on my bed, counting how many lines were on the ceiling and trying to imagine pictures of different animals there, staring down at me.
It wasn't like I enjoyed doing that, but when you were locked up all day in a cell and you weren't eating or on the field with other inmates, what could you possibly spend your time doing?
There was no phone to scroll through the news feed on Facebook or Instagram so you could laugh at your ex girlfriend, pretending to be happy with her hairy gorilla of a boyfriend, nor were there short blonde-haired girls for you to tease.
Oh, Amber! I missed her like crazy. She had been the best girlfriend ever, not that I had gotten to spend much time with her, but I had really enjoyed having her around.