Freddie's P.O.V.
I stared up at the plain grey ceiling of this cell I had been locked in since yesterday morning, lying on the bed which was nothing more than a bit of steel with a blanket, sighing, drumming my fingers on my chest.
To be honest, I'd always been a bit interested in knowing what being in prison would be like, not that I ever thought I'd end up here...well it wasn't really prison, just an overnight cell but I never for one moment thought about just how fucking boring it would be.
Grey walls, grey ceiling, grey bed, grey sink, grey toilet, grey blanket, grey floor...grey grey grey grey grey.
I was also rather outraged that nobody had come to visit me or try to bale me out, what a right bunch of cock ends.
Leaving me here all on my own, if I didn't know my outcome already I would probably be trying to tunnel my way out, but I'd already been told my fate, I've nothing to worry about.
Charlie, on the other hand, was in the right shits. The police officer dealing with me shouldn't really have told me what was going on with him but I turned on my charm and managed to make him tell me some juicy gossip.
Charlie, was even worse than we already knew he was.
I was simply in this cell to be separate from him, I wasn't in any trouble, I was being kept here for my vital information.
But I was still mad that none of the boys had come to see me. If Roger and Deaky hadn't come back yet then that was understandable, but Brian, that bastard had no fucking excuse, especially since he was the one that grassed me up to the police in the first place. Arsehole. I needed a serious talk with him. He was so confused.
Hopefully, after he finds out all I know now about Charlie, he won't be confused anymore.
But it still hurt, to know that Brian had feelings for me...yet couldn't truly forget Charlie. I knew he still had feelings for him, even a blind man could see that, he was protecting Charlie from me by telling the police we were fighting. Even if he should have been joining in with me, he stole everything, surely I had the right to rant and rage at him. But Brian wanted to protect poor little Charlie from monstrous and evil Freddie.
Sod's law the police actually turned up right when I threw him on the floor, we never started fighting at all, that was as serious as it got. But I was so angry I could have laid into him.
Suddenly, the police officer that had been dealing with me unlocked my cell door and stepped in, "You've got somebody here to see you." He smiled.
He lead me to an interview room where I sat at the table I'd been sitting at for the best part of the whole day yesterday, being questioned.
"Freddie?! Freddie, are you alright?!" A voice entered the room with jostling footsteps.
I turned around to see the worried faces of Roger and John, they both hurried over and sat at the table with me.
I chuckled, "Oh, and about fucking time somebody came to see me." I joked.
"What's happened? What's been said?" Roger blurted in a panic.
"Calm down, dear. Everything is under control. It's nice to see you too." I shushed him, giggling lightly.
"Brian's told us everything, we're so fucking angry with him!" Deaky swallowed hard.
I furrowed my eyebrows, "Why...?"
"Why?! He lied to the police saying you were fighting with Charlie and now you're here! This is his fault!" Roger squealed.
"Are you not angry with him?!" Deaks quizzed.
I shook my head a little, "Only at the fact he hasn't come to see me...not because he put me in here."
"What?!" Roger leaned forward, staring at me with wide eyes, I suppose they were both shocked at me for not hating him. I was shocked too, I guess.
"Boys, I've had all bloody yesterday and all last night to think about this, I was on a fucking rampage, I could've murdered Charlie if I wanted to, I probably scared the shit out of Brian, I would have called the police on myself if I was watching me like Brian was. I was uncontrollable."
"That's not the point! He lied to the police. You didn't fight." Deaky tapped the table with every word he said.
"True. We didn't fight. And the police know that. But me being here has worked to our advantage. This is why I can't be angry at Brian because without me being locked up here, Charlie's true colours wouldn't have surfaced." I raised my eyebrows at them and smirked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Roger looked puzzled.
I chuckled, "Charlie...is so much worse than we thought he was. I'm not in trouble, darlings, the police know Charlie stole our shit...turns out, they know Charlie pretty fucking well. I've actually been kept here to help them get enough evidence to arrest him...for many things."
"So... you're not here for assault?" Deaky asked, confused.
I shook my head, "At first I was, but when then I got questioned, I told them the truth and luckily I've been let off with just a warning. But, since then I've been giving evidence for all the shit Charlie has been suspected of...that cunt is going down." I grinned, excitedly.
"What's he done?" Roger started to smile.
All of their worry for me had gone away now that they wanted to know the gossip about Charlie, it's a good job I wasn't in any trouble.
"Well, for a start, our studio is at the end of a long list of places he's broken into. They've had tonnes of calls complaining about burglary and they've never been able to catch the sod." I pointed to the door, motioning outside, "It was him. All of them."
They both gasped, amused grins on their faces, "He's a fucking robber?!" Deaky laughed.
I nodded, "Where do you think he got all of his fancy shit from? He robbed people's homes and sold the stuff on to make money."
They both sat across from me with wide grins on their faces, I loved how they hated him with just as much passion as I did. The only difference was they hid their hate for him away from Brian, whereas I shout it from the rooftops.
"That's just the start of a long string of naughty things he's been up to." I said casually, once again grabbing their attention, both of them leaning closer to me.
"Go on!" Deaky giggled.
"Well I don't know, this part sort of makes me wish we got a little more friendly with him." I smirked, laughing.
"Why?" John asked.
"He's a drug dealer." I shrugged, drumming my fingers on the table.
They were silent but their faces stuck in a shocked expression told me everything.
"You are fucking joking." Roger cackled.
I shook my head, "If I'd have known that I would have fucking asked him for a few grams before I filed for a restraining order."
"Woah. What?!" Roger gasped.
I again nodded my head, "Yes. Against all four of us. Even if he's going to prison I just know that he'll try running back once he's out, I don't know about you lovelies but I don't want that to happen." I said, cockily, loving how their faces were fucking worshipping me right now.
