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This Is The Line -Three-

*Part three =) Hope you all enjoy ^_^ This is the last chapter for a while. I've just decided to stay off mjsite for a while. It's...just not the same anymore. So, this will be my last post on here for a while. Thank you ♥
-Lexa*

I hung my head low, watching my father pace back and forth, pure hate in his eyes.

Me: Father, you have no reason to lock them up. They helped me. If it wasn't for them, I would've stayed alone on the ground in the woods. 
Dad: *about to speak*
Me: *looks at him and snaps* You should be grateful.

Both of us were silent, shocked at my sudden bravery. I looked back down and bit down on my lip.

Me: Sorry, father. But...may I see them?

My father nodded and I quickly ran out, too nervous to hear what he had to say.

***

Michael: You should've made her promise.
Devon: *looks at him* Well, excuse me, she's a woman, how could I have known she would do something like this?
Me: *walks towards them* Sorry to dissapoint you but I didn't really do anything, my father did.
Both: *looks at me*
Michael: Spoken like true royalty.
Devon: Rude and snobby.
Me: *groans* Are you guys gonna listen to me?
Both: No.
Me: *sighs* Look, I didn't DO anything. Like I said before, I basically ran away from my father and ran away from royalty. I had no intent for you two to get caught. Though my father might let you go...

I trailed off, not wanting to get anyones' hopes up.

Michael: How?
Me: I snapped at him. And...I never do that. *chuckles*
Devon: *nods* Now, our script?
Me: I can't. *looks down* 
Michael: *stands up and walks forwards* So you mean to tell us that we-
Devon: *stands up also* We can re-write it.
Michael: *groans* We can't! It...It's sacred...
Devon: Right...it is. Her signature is on it.

I silently took the folded up paper out and read it over again. Scrawled out on the bottom of the page was a signature, "Katherine Jackson."

Me: *looks up* Sister?
Devon: Mother. His. She wrote her signature a week before...
Michael: He killed her.
Me: He?
Michael: Your damn father.

I shivered slightly and shook my head. Sure my father was evil but, he wouldn't kill anyone without a strong purpose.

Me: So, that's why you two are doing this? To...get revenge?
Both: Yes.
Devon: She was like a mother to me too. And if it wasn't for, *yanks at the cuffs on his ankle* these, we would have his head in a second.
Me: I...*quietly* It's not safe for you two to keep this but...*sighs and puts my hand out through the bars* Here.

They looked at me questioningly and Michael slowly took the paper.

Michael: Thanks...

I nodded snapping my head to the side when I heard the gaurds coming in.

Me: I'll try to get you two out tomorrow if you're not out by today.

Devon kept a straight face but Michael smiled at me and I smiled back, straightening myself up. Michael mouthed a quick 'thank you' before I headed out, resisting the urge to roll my eyes when the gaurds bowed.

***

I smiled to myself and walked out onto the balcony, resting my hands on the cold stone of the railing. I tried imagining myself up against my father in battle but as much as I hated him, I couldn't. I sighed and sat down, resting my head against the rail, closing my eyes.

It will happen though. I just know it.

*Hope you all liked it. Sorry it was short.
-Lexa*

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