"Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, say something."

She was fretting, and I was just plain relieved to hear her voice and not hear about her death.

"Ok, ok, ok, ok. Chill. What's wrong?"

"I'm out...! I still can't believe it. Okay, so, can you come get us, please...?"

I was thrusted into blackness for a horrifying moment as I just imagined my weirdo girlfriend(ex?) escaping with this weirdo guy, out of this weirdo jail.

"What are you talking about, Chloe? What...Chloe...what do you mean?"

"I mean that we've escaped, and we're..."

She paused and I heard her ask someone a question, probably Ky.

"We're at the outskirts of town. Please come get us...Please...I'm begging you. Please..."

I snorted and shook my head. How?

"Outskirts of town. Sure, I'll just drive around town trying to find you guys. Also, when did I agree on helping you escape from something you deserved in the first place?"

I thought that one hit her hard, because she gasped and didn't speak for a long time. Then, I heard shuffling, and a different voice came on.

"Rise street and Frank road. Come get us. Do it for your sister, too. Please. We'll be waiting."

It could only be Ky. His voice had a slur to it, and it sounded really low. Probably belonging to someone my age that used to go to late night clubs a lot. Why would I respect a guy that was stealing my girlfriend from straight under my nose? Was I jealous? Did I actually care about Chloe after all?