INNOCENT MAN

Betrayal.

Damon stood at the door the scene in front looking so unreal. With his hand on the door frame, he stood transfixed unable to move. It was as if at that moment his world had come crashing down. Right now, he regretted his decision to wait he knew there was nothing he could do. He had betrayed the friendship he had spent years to build up. His eyes roamed from the lady standing on the door with a sweet smile to the two armed men behind her. His eyes bore questions that would maybe remain unanswered. The lady only whispered a word as she ushered herself and the armed men in.

'' This is for the best Damon, for him and for us '', she smiled and walked in.

The man on black felt uncomfortable after haven waited for so long for his friend to return, it was only to get the door what was taking him so long. He was beginning to feel uneasy. Dropping his mug cautiously, he made his way to the living room trying so hard not to be noticed. But he was met with his greatest fear instead. It was too late as he was already surrounding. He starred at his friend who couldn't even look at him in the eyes anymore. He should have known that this outcome was expected. Cressida had wasted enough time at the bank to become a suspect, but she was his best friends wife and Amalia's friend, and he couldn't hate her. She was doing what she thought was best. When he looked at her, she muttered an inaudible sorry and hid her face. She was too ashamed to even look at him. At that moment, all Xander felt was regret and betrayal.

'' You are Xavier aren't you '', one of the armed men asked, his tone harsh. At that moment, the only thought in Xavier was to escape. If he was caught, it was all going to be over. How could he clear his name if that was to happen. How would he be able to fulfill all the promises he mad to Amalia. As if the man read his thoughts, he added quickly.

'' Don't make an attempt to run, we were ordered to shoot if you do am sure you wouldn't want to waste your life when you still want to prove your innocence. If I were you, I will comply you are free to get a lawyer when you get to the prison '', after saying that, he brought out handcuffs and moved towards Xavier. From the way he walked slowly, it was obvious that he was paranoid. Without a struggle, Xavier was handcuffed. Before he was finally taken away, he threw a final glance at his friend, the betrayal he felt obvious on his face.

When Xavier and the police men left, the facade Damon was trying so hard to put up collapsed and he sank on a seat. He should have known that this was going to be the action Cressida would take. She had sounded suspicious when she had volunteered to visit the bank, but he ruled out any option of betrayal, after all Cressida and Amalia had been very close and she knew of the effect Amalia's death was having on Xavier. None of them had expected this outcome, and the betrayal on Xavier's face when he left. It was hurting even to imagine it. Standing up from the seat, he threw a glance at his wife who was trying so hard not to show how hurt she was, after all they were all still mourning over Amalia's death. Without a word, he opened the door that Xavier had gone out from not so long ago and stepped out without any destination in mind.

As soon as the car came to a halt, the two police men alighted and waited for Xavier. Once he got down, he stood at a spot and stared at the high fenced wall that houses many criminals, some still awaiting trial. To the society, he was one of them so this was going to house him, till his trial and maybe even after. He only hoped that the right judgement would be made during that time. As he was lead inside the big gates, the only things on his mind were the promises he had made and how he was weak for being a failure. A knot formed at the tip of his stomach as he thought about betraying Amalia again. Once he stepped into the walls of the prison and the gates shut behind, fear creeped into him, but he fought so hard not to show it. This was going to be his first time here, and he was going to live in the midst of criminals, how was he going to survive. Once they got to a yard where people dressed in prison garbs where busy exercising and some performing laborious task, he couldn't help but marvel at their number. Thanks to his hoodie, his face was hidden as he looked around. There were many men and women, each minding their own affairs as if it was an everyday task. At a corner, of the yard sat a man his muscles where rippling showing through his torn prison garb. On his left hand side was a tatoo of a scorpion, on his right hand side was a tatoo of a skull. His face was marred with scar that started from his right eyes, crossing his nose and stopping at his left cheek. He was unsightly to be looked at. His pale complexion added to his compelling eyesight. He was surrounded by eight men with bulky stature and menacing muscles. It was obvious from the way people avoided eye contact with him that he was the king of the place. Even the officers steered clearly away from not wanting to associate with him. The only thought that crossed Xavier's mind at the moment was to stay far away from the man. He was too deadly looking to be associated with. He removed his eyes from the scene and scanned the place. Other things he found where uninteresting to him.