LANA'S POV
PRESENT
It's been a couple of days since Xavier's arrest. The police won't let me or anyone see him. He's been there for so long that I don't even know what condition he was in. I didn't like the fact that the universe was taking my revenge away from me. I wanted to be the one to make him suffer but here I am, alone once again in this place
I placed about the room, my mind a jumbled mess as I thought about the best ways to get him out of that place.
Given his status I doubt he was going through any kind of hardship in that holding cell. They must be treating him like royalty because they think they'll get something from him if he's eventually released. I wonder if Lionel knows anything
I rushed to my phone, dialling his number and waiting for him to answer
"Pick up, pick up, pick up" I muttered as I bit my nails nervously
"Hello" He finally responded groggily at the third ring
"Why does your voice sound that way?" I asked, confused
I could hear him yawn from the other end of the call "It's morning Lana. What's so important that you had to call me at…" He paused, I guess he's trying to check the time "6:39am?" He finished his question
"What do you mean by what's so important?" I heard him groan as he shuffled about "Last time I checked, Xavier; your best friend and childhood friend is in prison. Aren't you supposed to be running around trying to get him out?"
"If memory serves me right" He yawned again "Weren't you the one that said you wanted him found, arrested and behind bars, or am I mistaken?"
He caught me there. Think Lana
"I wanted that but-" I started to speak but was cut off
"Quoting you "I've forgiven him but Eva hasn't" That's what you said" He spoke up "But if you're so worried about him, you can go over to the station and see him. And if you must know, our lawyers are working round the clock to get him out of there so you can relax and go about your day"
"But-" I tried to speak but the call dropped before I could get the words out "Hello! Hello" I spoke into the phone but was greeted by the end call tone
That was very strange. Not the kind of reaction I expected from someone who claimed to be his best friend. But then again, maybe that's how men are.
I still needed him out as soon as possible if I was going to execute any of my plans. I tossed my phone aside, rushing into the bathroom to freshen up. I know it's too early to go to the station but I wasn't about to sit back and do nothing and let whatever happens, happen.
It took me less than thirty minutes to get ready and even less to get to the station. Thankfully it was a police station so they were open twenty four seven. I walked to the front desk, trying to get the attention of the officers stationed there but I was greeted by an empty room. "Did they step out for coffee and donuts?" I wondered as I peeked around, trying to find any source of life in the area
"Good morning miss" I heard a voice say from behind me
I turned around to meet the confused gaze of a female officer "Oh uhm hi, good morning" I stuttered
"Can I help you with something?" She asked, walking forward before taking her place behind the counter
"Yes. I came in a little while ago because I wanted to see one of the people you have in one of your cells" I managed to say
"Visiting hours aren't for another four hours ma'am" She looked at me like I just said something ridiculous "Is everything alright miss?" She asked, her eyes scanning my whole body frame. Her gaze made me feel so small
I was so confident before stepping out of the house but being here, in this very place and at this every moment, I felt like I made the biggest mistake by being here
"Can I speak to Me Anderson?" I said, trying to find my voice again
"He doesn't clock in until 12pm today" Her expression still bore suspicion "I'll ask again ma'am, is everything okay?"
No it's not. I need you to release the prisoner in your cells cause I want to kill him by myself but I can't tell her that
"Yes it is. I just really needed to see him" I sighed, trying to force the tears to gather "I'll come back later"
I turned on my heels heading out of the station. Guess that was a failure. Right now, I had two options; one, I could wait till noon and speak to Mr Anderson about the possible options of release for Xavier or two, I wait for the lawyers that Lionel said were on the case to actually do their part and bring him out.
I've never felt more confused than I do right now. I glanced down at my watch and the time was barely past 8am, meaning I had over three more hours to wait before I could do anything.
My stomach grumbled underneath my grey sundress and I clutched it hard. I scanned the area for the closest place to get breakfast and was grateful one wasn't so far away from the station. I guess officers make it a part of their building plan to always have a cafe close by.
The line at the cafe was long and static. It seems like the people behind the counter could care less about doing their jobs this morning. When it finally got to my turn, I opted for an espresso with a side of vanilla cake.
I took my seat, waiting patiently for my meal to arrive and also for Mr Anderson. It was a waiting game and I had all the time in the world.