♣Waking Up In Vegas♣
Chapter twentytwo

Evie and her friends never got to see Cal in the flesh, and I was happy with that fact. The next day, I left the hostel. I didn't go to the jail that day either. I went straight to the police station; to find Jacob and to get that thing off of my ankle.
Jacob looked up as I walked through the door.
"So, you wanna' go back in the slammer?" He asked as I came over to him. I shook my head.
"I want this off," I told him, bringing my foot up onto his desk. He was sitting behind the desk in a swivel chair, and he sighed as I showed him the tracker again.
"You know I can't do that," he told me.
"Well, I'm not messing about anymore," I replied. "I'm serious. I've stopped with the stealing, and breaking in, and I wanna' just get this off." I sighed and sat on the chair opposite him. "I will even sign something," I told him. He sighed again, leaning forward on the desk.
"I know you want it off but-"
"-But nothing!" I intrupted. "I want it off. You can get it off."
"I know," he said. "I can get it off. But only after the time is up," he told me.
"I will sign something," I repeated. "Legally binding something." Instead of responding, he opened a draw and brought out a file. After typing on the computer, he flicked through the file, then stared at me, sighing. "What?" I asked. Something printed out and he picked it up, placed it on the desk infront of me with a pen. I skimmed over the lines, legally... no stealing... breaking and entering... crime... no... no... neither... do you promise... god's holy book...
"It's saying that if I take the tracker off, you wont do any crimes for the next year," Jacob told me. I stared at him, my eyes wide. Picking up the pen, I signed my name Theodora Guest.
Jacob picked up some tools, and five minutes later, I was rubbing my bare ankle. It's gone, finally gone, I thought.

The next day I was walking back through the back streets of Vegas; my mind racing with things to say. I stopped outside the Avenged Angel; telling myself that everything will be fine.
I walked through the door and over the bar. Nate was standing there, his ginger hair covering his left eye. I leaned on the counter.
"Where's Gale?" I asked, scaring him. He looked up and stared at me.
"Theo? Theo!" He jumped over the counter and bear hugged me. "God, I missed you! What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't-" He stared down at my bare ankle. "It's gone! It's gone!" He exclaimed. I grinned at him, but it faltered when he looked a bit worried. "No no no no no no no, Gale went down to Ohio last night," he told me. My eyes went wide.
"What?" I asked. "What!"
"He went to Ohio, and said he found something out about your best friend - Cal or something. He's gone to talk to him."

-Bethany
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