"You have not seen the last of me, Tucker." I scream as the cops lead me away in handcuffs.
Tucker stood on the sidewalk with a wicked smirk on his face, casually posing with his hands pushed in his pockets.
Uhg. I struggle against the police's grip, hoping to magically be freed to smack that smirk off his face, but the officer's hold painfully tightens and I'm forced to stifile a scream as my head is forcefully bowed into the vehicle.
"You'll pay for this Tucker."
"Looking forward to it, sweetpea." He winked, waving at me as the cop car drove away.
Three years in a cold damp cell, counting down the days to my release and ultimately my revenge.
"Claria!" A guard stood in front of my cell gate, a bunch of keys dangling from his waiste. "You are free to go."
He unlocked my cell and a broad smile lined my lips as I finally left the hell hole to feel the sun kissing my skin without restriction.
I stretched, embracing this brief moment of freedom, because soon I'll be back because...
Tucker, you must die.