The Return of Adam Sanders

Southeast Province Prison

Adam Sanders stood in front of the prison clad in the last outfit he had worn to his former home. His back to the prison walls as he faced the outside world.

 'Freedom at last' he sighed to himself as he embraced the feel of the sun and natural breeze on his skin. He hadn't felt that in a few years. The feeling was too good to be true, the feel of the breeze was like morning to his night. 

Looking up to the sky with pitiful eyes, Adam found tears streaming down his chin, unable to imagine that he had been released before his release date. No one knew he was coming back yet, and he preferred it that way. 

Three years ago, he had been wrongly incarcerated and thrown into prison after Williams B**e had him framed and imprisoned.

"In your next life and world, you'd know not to drag with me. I'll see to your end and I'll finish you. Let me see how long it'll take you to get out. You'll rot in there all your miserable life"

Those were the exact words Williams had whispered to him as he was being carted away. Adam had made a decision to never forget those words, choosing to rather meditate on them and make them his driving force to getting out. 

Adam strolled down the street, looking to hail a cab that would take him home. The place he hadn't seen in years, he looked forward to seeing his family. The last time he had seen his daughter, she was barely one. His parents alongside his siblings would have greatly missed him. 

The one person he needed to see most of all was his beautiful wife, Louisa, he had missed her terribly. Although he had heard certain rumours back in prison, he needed to see her to clear the air. 

He could hear a taxi driving down and waved to stop it. Just as the taxi slowed down beside him

"Falls street," he said to the driver as he slid in

"Alright," the driver replied hesitantly. Although the outward look of his passenger made him feel uneasy, the man in question carried a commanding air around him. 

Seeing as they had just left the prison area, the driver wondered if his passenger was an ex-convict or one who had escaped prison. He didn't seem like a warden, the driver wondered if the man had money to pay his fare. 

To test out his theory, he turned his head slightly to the back, "Sir your fare is $20" 

A grunt was all the reply he got, it worried him, yet he decided to keep a straight face. 

In the back seat, Adam smiled to himself, the driver's fare was the least of his worries. Even if he didn't have any cash on him at the moment, he'd make sure the driver got paid for his ride. Leaning his head back on the headrest, he found himself reminiscing on the day he was convicted of a crime he knew nothing of, nor ever committed.

"Adam Sanders is hereby sentenced to ten years in prison for the possession of hard drugs, and the rape of Miss Jancita Andrews." the court had gone into an uproar at the judge's declaration. Adam had found himself zoning the noise out, as he clamped his head in his trembling hands. He'd be going in for a crime he knew nothing about. 

"Hey baby, don't worry too much. I'm going to do everything possible to fight and get you out. I promise, please don't give up yet, at least for our baby's sake" Louisa had managed to walk up to him, she whispered into his ears as she tried embracing him. 

Tears blinding his vision, Adam turned to embrace his wife, just as his arms grasped hers, his mother-in-law yanked her daughter away from his embrace

"Let's go, Louisa! You are better off than with this criminal" Cecil Martins glared at him, her eyes filled with hatred and disdain, as she dragged a resigned-looking Louisa away. 

Louisa gulped and whispered to Adam as her mother dragged her away

"I'll see you soon. I promise" Her voice was a whisper, but Adam heard it all the same. 

Louisa had visited a few times after he had been imprisoned but stopped after succumbing to her mother's influence, he had constantly sent words to her but all had gone without a response. 

Seated currently in the car, Adam realised he had no phone on him to reach out to his contact, he didn't want his daughter to see him dressed so shabbily after such a long time. He found himself wishing he had taken the phone the prison warden had offered on his way out. 

Without hesitation, he moved forward and tapped the driver on his shoulders 

"Hey man, mind if I borrow your phone for a bit?"

"Huh… I d-on't g-e-t you" the driver stammered out in fear. 

"I'd like to use your phone to make a call, not to worry I'll make sure you're compensated" Adam replied, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He was guessing the driver was terrified of him. He had made sure to work out in the prison gym, even the prison wardens had been scared to get close to him with his new physique, but at the end of the day, Adam was just a harmless guy who just wanted to live in freedom. 

From the backseat, Adam watched the driver as he nervously fumbled with his trouser pockets, his hands visibly shaken. Adam couldn't help but chuckle loudly. 

He wondered if his physique would cause fear in the people who had put him behind bars, putting his life on hold. 

Reluctantly, the driver relinquished his phone with a mumble. Adam chose to ignore, as he took the phone and dialled a number, On the second ring the person on the other end picked up the call. 

"Hello?"

"It's me" Adam responded

"Young Master?"