Guity until proven innocent by Cama seeney, Monique x (howl and other poems .TXT) 📖

place to stay and he quickly agreed. During lunch he has a fight and we left. We ended up falling asleep to movies. My parents caught us asleep and wanted me to go to therapy at this point it was enough they’d been trying to get me to go to one for months I lost it. I went to Jases and we got completely fucked. Next day we turned up totally bladdered still, after having a fight with Katie his fake ass girlfriend I accidently hurt a teacher. Not that I knew at the time. I think she’d hit me the night before, so I gave her a black eye.’ Sighing I continued on explaining the drugs and the prison visit as best as I could. Lincoln laughed, actually laughed at me. ‘You truly are innocent.’ He told me fluffing my hair, ‘no I beat a teacher up and gave some posh chick a black eye. I’m like half innocent.’ I replied laughing a little.

 

He turned on his side and attacked my stomach with tickles until I couldn’t breathe. I giggled, and screeched until he put his hand over my mouth – which I automatically licked and it was gross it tasted like antiseptic hand wash. ‘Shh it’s late.’ He whispered not taking his hand from my mouth until I nodded. I’d really been running for that long? I’d been here for around an hour, what if I’d gotten caught. I really need to watch my timing when I went for a jog.

 

 

A darker song came on, screaming I need help. I rolled over laying my head on his shoulder. Yawning I asked him a question n. ‘Why are you here’ I asked already falling to sleep. ‘A story for another night.’ He whispered as my eye lids became heavy. I nodded and aloud myself to fall asleep. The sound that broke through my barrier of sleep was Lincoln’s own yawn. ‘Night.’ I whispered. ‘Sweet dreams.’ He whispered back resting his head on mine. 

 

 

Chapter twenty one

 Seriously again, five am? Who does this?

 

I rolled drowsily and a chuckled echoed in my ears. My head banged something pretty hard and I groaned opening my eyes. Music played softly, where was I and who was I with? Was it Scot had I dreamed this whole thing? Was it Jase or even Dillon? My heart soared at all the possibilities, but the only smiling face that met mine was Lincolns. ‘Shut up I’m sleeping.’ I muttered hiding my head in his neck. ‘Ahh the princess is awake.’ He teased good naturally.

 

‘Shh’ was my only half reply. I yawned as I looked out the window. It was pitch black still. ‘What time is it?’ I asked sitting up confused. ‘Five am and we have training.’ He replied sitting up and folding his arms across his chest. ‘No. It’s Saturday that’s ludicrous! Who trains of weekends?’ I asked almost sobbing. ‘We do.’ He replied in a sing song voice. ‘Wait a minute is that snow or rain outside?’ I asked more than a little concerned for my well feet, hands, you know whole body. ‘Rain I think.’ He replied after a minuet of careful listening.

 

I sighed ‘How long till Cams here telling me to get my lazy ass outta bed?’ I asked already knowing I had to get up. ‘Its half four.’ He replied getting up and collecting my things for me. ‘At least tell me the cafeteria opens at normal hours!’ I asked I was seriously hungry. ‘Nope, doesn’t open till ten.’ I groaned and grabbed my stuff on the way out before I closed the door and turned around. ‘Hey Lincoln.’ I called as he was walking into his bathroom. ‘Yea?’ He asked stretching and showing a flash of stomach. ‘Thankyou.’ I called softly before leaving.

 

I dragged myself a few doors down to my own room feeling rather sorry for myself. I quickly shed all of my clothes and washed my hair in the shower, and then washed myself with a wash cloth. I didn’t have any plasters to replace mine with. I quickly braided my hair as water fell down my bare back, sighing I found a pair of clean jogging bottoms and a running tee-shirt. I was going to have to ask my mother to get me more – and sports bras I only had five… Kinda needed more if I’m sweating my tits off (wow gross imagination) off every day.

 

I found my own trainers and grabbed a black zip up hoody, when I was done I returned to Lincolns room, I heard quiet but raised voices inside. I opened the door a little intrigued. ‘If she was hurt you shouldn’t have left her alone!’ Cam half shouted they had luminous blue laces and grey souls the rest was purple – they were memory foam I loved them. ‘He didn’t Cam, he sat with till I was asleep.’ I told him, Lincoln raised an eye brow at me. He stood there topless rubbing a towel on his head. I averted my eyes from his flat stomach – which I’m pretty sure had muscle chiselled in to the very core of if he tensed it.

He winked before going to find a black running top. ‘Why didn’t you say?’ Cam asked his brother. Lincoln pointed at me ‘the whole of this started cause she helped a guy…’ he replied as he tugged his top over his head. ‘Anyway anyone have coffee?’ I asked jumping on the spot more than a little excited I loved coffee and here they didn’t serve it, Cam was literally a life line. Cam handed me a flask and I threw myself on Lincoln’s bed. ‘Right I’ve got what I want, enjoy your run I’m going for a nap.’ I informed them cuddling my coffee.

 

‘When did you turn lazy?’ Cam asked laughing, ‘born this was I’m afraid.’ I replied taking a big drink, already feeling the caffeine hitting my system with a blow. I shoved my phone down my tee-shirt and into my trouser pocket, headphones were left dangling down the front of my tee-shirt. Shuffle automatically began playing through my head phones. ‘We going?’ I asked drinking almost all of my coffee. Sighing I jumped up and down and stood up beginning to stretch my tired bones. When I finished I thirstily drank the rest of my drink before handing it back to Cam who shook his head. I jumped up and down again before standing still ‘we going now?’ I asked a little excited now that I was awake. ‘Got a rain coat?’ Cam asked a little worried, he had a dark blue one that was soaked, I nodded and ran to fetch it before meeting them outside of Lincoln’s room. Mine was a dark purple and grey. They matched my own running shoes, I even had a sports bra somewhere that matched.

 

I jogged as quietly as I could down the double set of stairs, as soon as I reached the landing I sprinted in the direction of the hills. I could hear my trainers hitting the ground with a rhythmed slap, slap. I quickly put my head phones in and sprinted even faster, I felt the stretch in my calves. I felt the muscle tense and relax, it felt weirdly enough normal. As the music pushed me to speed up, I did. I saw the forest that led to the uphill tree ville. ‘You have an hour, get up. When six o’clock comes around I want you to turn tail and sprint back. If you haven’t reached the top by the hour you need to do so quickly, if any of you fail we will keep doing this until you reach it.’ Cam called out. An hour? It took me an hour twenty last time.

 

He handed us a bottle of water each, I groaned I hated holding this in my hands and running. ‘Less water less energy. Can you work with less hydration?’ He asked grinning, I rolled my eyes and took off running. ‘Breakfast better be ready by the time I get back.’ I yelled already running.

Chapter twenty two

 

It was dark in here, but I knew even though I couldn’t hear or see him Lincoln was the one bearing down my neck and for some reason that felt okay. Music helped me tear through the forest, my stomach grumbled but I pushed through. I can do this, Lincoln suffered the same. Cam ate the same (when he felt like it) I thought chuckling. If they said and did this so could I. An hour was a short time, but I was already nearly out of the forest. The running up hill was harder, but the ground was dryer. I had almost forgotten what a horrible day it was. I loved it.

 

Instead of feeling boiling or freezing I felt okay. The water bottle annoyed me so I put it down next to a tree before I hit the incline. I could drink some when I ran back down. Endurance. I never brought drinks with me. Never when I ran it was all or nothing. A real cheesy ‘pop’ song came on, it was something I adored it was a little unusual but kinda great. The beat was strong and the song loud. I mentally sang along as I sprinted through the forests carnage.

 

It wasn’t all that dark now, the day was slowly lightening. The rain hardly touched me so I unzipped both jacket and jumper but continued wearing them. They flapped annoyingly but I soon forgot and started counting. Some people recorded their mile per minute thing but because of Cam I counted. Not for anything in particular but by distracting my mind I thought straight. Instead of worrying which took more brain space I was forced to concentrate, sucking to be great at this.

 

Half an hour flew by so quickly but I was a good way up the hill, my head hurt from all the counting and blasting music but I wouldn’t change it. Six hundred seconds doesn’t seem all that long a time once you’ve counted them three times. By the forty minuet marker I could see the sky the trees were thinner the higher I went. By fifty minuets I knew I could make the top in the next ten minutes.

 

At the top was a pick nick blanket with bottled water placed randomly. The soaked red and white blanket had a total of ten bottles led there. I personally wouldn’t want to carry my