Regret can do nothing

Chris’s POV

“Chris Howard,” A pot-bellied police officer bellowed as he opened the door to the confinement.

For the last two days, I had been confined behind a caged enclosure due to my involvement with Laura.

Now that I thought of it, I wondered if she had cast a spell on me that I had helped her without thinking of the consequences that came with assisting a fugitive.

“Is Chris Howard deaf?” The policeman hollered, causing the other men in the enclosure to glare at me.

“I'm here,” I muttered, raising my hand. “Am I free to go home now?”

As if I had cracked the funniest joke on the world, the man burst into a a peal of laughter that had him holding his sides.

When he finally recovered from his laughing fit, he shook his head and tossed me a look full of disdain.

“You can come and take the key from me and set yourself free, you idiot,” He scorned. “So you want to go home, huh? You didn't think about the risks of associating with that Laura Vasquez before you allowed her to live with