by Renee Adams
I don’t know what to say to that. I unlock the door but make sure that I secure the keys in a woman’s best hiding spot, between my tits. Neither of the guys notices, or if they did they didn’t gawk at me doing it. Damian and Josh are staring each other down. I half expect them to whip their dicks out and see whose is bigger.
“Guys, seriously? I’m sure you both have big dicks and hangy balls, so stop with the pissing contest, and let’s start planning on how we are going to get the fuck out of here.”
Damian smiles, briefly, just a flash of teeth and then it’s gone. Josh apparently is offended. “Olivia, your mouth, is seriously un-ladylike.”
Oh well, during these circumstances he can kiss my ass. I want out of here, I want to hold Jack and never let him go. Just thinking about him makes me tear up. I want, no I need to see my baby again. And I will damn make sure I get my ass out of here alive. I also need to find Cori and Mary. Even if I have to kill everyone myself.
“Olivia, there is no plan,” Josh says to me, sounding annoyed that I would want a way out of here.
“I want a plan, a plan that gets me out of here and back to Jack.” I start to get angry. I notice Damian is looking at me in an odd way. I only realize then, that he had no idea about Jack. I can see he’s getting mad, why I have no idea, he’s not my man and he’s not paying my bills. But I humor him anyways. “Jack is my son.” The look on his face is comical, but given our situation I find no humor in it.
“Olivia, you should not be sharing personals with inmates,” Josh chastises me as if I am a child.
Ignoring him, because he adds nothing to my thought process, I go about thinking of what the hell we are going to do. Phones are down, who knows if the inmates are even still here they could have run out the gate for all I know. Deep down, I know that’s not the case, though. They are still here, well at least Xavier is still here.
“We need to get closer to the control room, that way we can trigger the gate and get ourselves out. Come on Olivia, let’s go.” Josh grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the door. I jerk my arm to get away because his grip hurts, and I don’t want to go with him. His plan sucks, and why would I run towards the danger. We know that they have overthrown the center, why would I want to go to them?
“Let her fucking go before I rip your arms off and beat you with them,” snarls Damian.
He looks deadly serious, his beautiful blue eyes are blazing, almost like glowing ice. It’s so eerily beautiful and dangerous. He looks deadly like a cobra ready to strike. I shrink when I hear him speaking, almost like a wounded dog. Even though his words aren’t for me, they still have an effect on me. I shiver out of fear or being turned on. I can’t quite decide which.
“The fuck are you going to do about it, convict?”
I yank my arm away and stand in between them. This doesn’t need to be a pissing match. The three of us are all needing to be in this together, and fighting each other will solve nothing.
“Come on, Olivia, let’s go and get the hell out of here,” Josh is still imploring me to go. “Olivia you can’t possibly want to stay here with him, I know somewhere we can go. We can get out of here.” Josh seems to be trying to reason with me. Something is off, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Why didn’t you say that earlier? Why can’t the three of us go? What are you playing at Josh?”
“Nothing. Never mind, don’t fucking worry about it. Let them come get you sitting in here rotting away, no skin off my fucking teeth.” Never have I ever seen that nastiness from Josh. Yes, he is a prick, but he has never been spiteful and downright ugly.
“Fuck off, Josh. I guess your true colors are shining through. You are a prick, always were a prick, and I am so glad that we only had one date.” Just as my jabs are beginning to flow like a river toward this bastard, I hear a staticky crackling over the loud speaker.
“Come here cunt. Here pussy, come here.” I recognize that voice, it’s Xavier. I’ll take one guess as to who he is talking about. I look over at Damian and his jaw is clenched, and looking back at Josh, he has a smirk on his face.
“Well, now I know why you don’t want to leave this room,” the prick says almost chuckling. “That’s my cue to go, Olivia, please come with me, this is your last chance.” For a second he sounds genuine, but I’m sure that it won’t last. He is a slimy snake, and I am so glad I never gave him the cookie. If I would have slept with this guy, I am so sure it would have been terrible.
“I’m sorry, Josh, but I’m not leaving without Damian and a plan!” I stress the last word in the hopes that he will understand that we need a plan to get through this.
“Your loss.”
He has me open the door and lock it again. Turning toward me I notice the sinister look in his eyes and as he fishes in his pocket, pulling out a cell phone. Odd, we aren’t allowed to carry cell phones in the prison, it’s against the rules. He turns his back to us as he dials a call.
“Yeah, X I found her. She’s in the clinic locked in the med room. She’s still got your cell mate with her. Yeah, when you get him, I want a fucking crack at him.” Then he turns around and does a little three finger wave and walks to the door leading to the yard. How dare he! I’m sure my jaw has hit the floor. I didn’t see that coming! Now we are just sitting ducks waiting for Xavier to get his ass in here. I can’t help but yell back at him before he gets outside.
“What the fuck did you just do, Josh?”
“Xavier came to me about this a little bit ago. Asked me if I would help him. At first I wouldn’t do it because I actually liked you, Olivia. But now that I see you are hung up on a fucking inmate, I knew I could accept his money. I gave you a chance to come with me, I was going to say screw him and we could have grabbed Jack and ran. But no, you are hung up on some fucker that probably murders and rapes women!” His face is red and angry as he makes his admission. Then he walks out the door.
That motherfucker! How could he? Now, Xavier knows where we are, not that it would have been hard to find if he has the camera feeds up. There are certain dead spots throughout the prison, but the med room is not one of them because of the danger that could be associated with it.
“We gotta find a different place to hide, and I would like to look for Cori and Mary. I need to know they are safe too. At least I hope they are. I would never forgive myself if something happens to them when this is all my fault.”
Leave it to her to think of others in this kind of situation. She blames herself for this when it’s that sick fuck Xavier’s fault. I need to talk to her, but first I need to get us some place safe. Since prick Josh told our location, we are definitely not safe anymore. If I ever find that pecker head, I’m going to kill him with my bare hands. I can’t believe he would sell her out like that, but I guess jealousy is a strong emotion. But she stood her ground, she wasn’t going to let me fend for myself in this madhouse. Honorable, yes but totally stupid. She should have ran on out of here and back to her kid. Kid, I can’t believe she has a freaking kid. She must have had him real young or he’s a young kid. That was a huge boner killer because I don’t fuck bitches with kids, further solidifying she is not the hit it and quit it type.
“We need to make sure that we are safe before we think of anybody else. Plus I need to talk to you about something.” Hoping she doesn’t hear the uncertainty that is dripping from my words. Will she hate me after this is over? Can she forgive me? God only knows, I hope so.
“What do you mean we need to talk? Why not just say whatever it is you need to say, Damian, and we WILL be looking for Cori and Mary, I will not leave them here.” She levels me with her stare, one that could cut you to the core. She looks pissed that I told her we needed to talk. It’s not like she is my girlfriend, or that she should trust me at all, but I can’t help but be worried about her feelings.
Concern is etched among her features as she is waiting for a response from me. My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. A burning is starting to take root in my stoma
ch and crawls all the way up my chest. I can’t believe that in all my years, I am fucking scared of this little woman. I have done far worse things in my life, and hell it’s not like I have ever lied to her. She doesn’t even know me, doesn’t know the secrets behind these eyes. She doesn’t know or understand the blood that has spilled on these hands. Yeah, we have some crazy connection, but shit, I just want to fuck her. Fuck them and leave them, hit it and quit it. I don’t do relationshits, oops ships.
“We will talk once we are safe.” That’s all I can give her right now. Because if I start now, every secret that is within me will come spewing out at her feet.
Looking around the room, I notice that there is still flak jackets and spit shields hung on the far wall in the room on these wooden pegs. Makes me wonder if they have extras or if one of the other nurse ladies are without any kind of protection.
“Why is there so much gear here? Is that why you are so concerned about them other bitches?” As soon as the word bitches is out of my mouth, a fire lights behind her eyes. I have pissed her off. Good, because she needs to take me seriously.
“We have one extra, I just took my flak jacket off, Cori and Mary should have had theirs if they are out of the med center, but given the time this all started, Cori should have been in the yard. She should have had it on. Mary should have had hers on, but looking at the schedule she might have already left to go home. Please God.” She doesn’t finish her prayer only sending up a whispered plea that they are alright. She sighs in relief that at least one of them is possibly safe.
“Do you trust this Cori? Do you think she could have sold you out to Xavier?” I know she doesn’t want to believe it, but after pecker head turning on us, I have no choice but to ask.
“Hell no! Cori is one of my best friends, we do practically everything together. She wouldn’t sell me out. So now she is out there without any kind of protection. We cannot leave her out wherever she is. We have to find her.” I am not sure I believe her, I want to, but I can’t trust anybody. Except her. Only her, because she is what he wants. Hell if anything, she doesn’t know me, so she shouldn’t trust me.
“We will try to find your friend, but we need to go. We can’t stay here. I’m thinking, as risky as it is, that we need to go back to the block. He knows we fled from there already, so maybe he won’t look for us in the same spot.”
“I don’t know, I don’t think I can go back in there. Burton’s body is still there. I don’t know if I can see that again.” Her eyes grow wide, full of fear and worry, and her lip quivers. I don’t blame her, I’m scared too, but I, of course, won’t tell her that.
“Look, I don’t think he will come there. I think that we can plan better when we get there, because right now we are sitting ducks just waiting for him to come along. I know we can lock ourselves in here and he can’t get in, but we can’t stay in here forever. We don’t know if the police have been alerted, so right now that is our only option.” I level her with a look of determination because I will do anything to make sure she is safe and survives this. All she does is nod.
After securing her in a flak jacket and one for myself, we leave the room and run as fast as we can back to my cell block. As I’m running, I look around at the mass destruction, bodies of both prisoners and guards scattered on the ground. Some are obviously dead, pools of blood staining the floor beneath them while others lay helplessly against the floor obviously wounded and possibly dead. But there is no time to stop running to check on their conditions.
Running into the cell block I worry at first that the emergency exit we left through is closed again, but surprisingly it’s not. As soon as we get in the door, the first thing I see is the charred body of Burton in the hallway. I wouldn’t be able to recognize that it is him if I didn’t see him go up in flames for myself. The smell instantly brings me to tears, it is a pungent smell. Like burning plastic and hot iron. I’ve never smelled anything like it. I immediately lean over and vomit all over the floor. Once the contents of my stomach have emptied, I start to dry heave.
“You good?” he asks, at least he has the good sense to not make fun of me about it.
“Never smelled anything this bad.” Wiping my mouth, I need something to try to take the taste out of my mouth.
I’m watching him now, to see what the next step is. Walking through the corridor he searches from cell to cell then the guard post. Then he walks into his former cell and grabs a sheet off the bed and covers Burton. I couldn’t be any more grateful at this moment, I want to kiss him. Finally, I feel like I can breathe now that Burton is covered. The smell is still in the air which I am sure will be for a very long time.
“Where can I find a bottle of water?” I ask him because let’s face it, he’s been living here for about a month so he should know. I need to rinse my mouth out, it tastes like someone pooped in it.
“I don’t know, we weren’t allowed the luxury of bottled water, but I have my cup that you can use.” Walking back into his cell I can hear the sink turn on and he comes back out with a small white plastic cup. I forget that he is an inmate in all of this, but I need to try to remember that. He can hurt me in a heartbeat, but I am still not getting that vibe from him. If anything, he has shown me nothing but safety. His language is crass and he refers to women as “bitches”, but I don’t think he means it in a bad way.
“Now that we are a little safer, we need to come up with a plan on finding your friend and getting the hell outta here. Plus I still need to talk to you.” I instantly think about finding a bed and screwing his brains out in this instance and hope that is what he wants to talk about. The tone and bass in his voice just seriously turns me on. His words feel like a soothing balm to my soul, and it goes straight to my vagina causing tingles. Funny how words that are not meant to soothe, can do just that by the timbre of someone’s voice.
“So what now?” I am hoping we come up with the plan first because I feel like I am not going to like what he has to say. I feel like it is going to ruin my attraction to him, and I certainly don’t want to go from liking him to hating him with just words. Or hell fearing him from what he has to say.
“Well, you said you think your friend would be in the yard, right? I am assuming since the yard is open to all the low levels that there is a room for her to be in to give out medicines. I mean she doesn’t just walk up to the inmate and hand them some pills does she?” I forget that he is top level criminal and not someone who is about to get out. Those are the guys in the yard, the ones about to leave or are non-violent.
“No of course not. There is a room that we lock ourselves into that has just a little pass window at the bottom. She is probably locked in there, but we need to get her out! It’s too dangerous for her to be left out there unless there is a guard with her. But the guards don’t have to stay with us, we just radio to them when we are done. What if we do Morse code on the radio? She probably won’t know what it means, but it might give her hope that someone is coming!” Excitement fills my body, and I feel hopeful for finding Cori for the first time. She’s my person, so she has to be ok. If she’s not ok, I won’t be ok, and I know Jack won’t be ok. Jack still calls her his Aunt Corny, because when he was younger Cori came out as corny.
“No.”
“Um, what do you mean no? Well, why the hell not?”
“Because for one, do you know Morse code?” I sheepishly shake my head no. “Didn’t think so. A bunch of beeps and sounds is not going to give anyone hope. For two, hopefully she is smart enough to have her radio off and not draw attention to the room she is in. We don’t want to put her in danger because we want to send a message that she probably won’t hear, let alone be able to interpret.”
I want to punch him in his smart mouth, then kick him in the balls. I don’t see his ass coming up with any great ideas on how to find her, so until he has something, I’m just going to ignore him. He’s an ass. Hot ass, but still an ass. I sit my ass on the floor of the cell block and inwardly cringe because I know t
hat urine, feces, and splooge have made it on this floor, and inmates nor guards are notorious for their cleaning skills. Ugh, plus this flak jacket is so flipping hot. So now, I sit and wait for Captain Grumpy McDreamy Pants to come up with a plan.
Sitting here, with sweat rolling down my butt crack, I feel like it has been an eternity since the prison break began. I’m praying the cops have been alerted and have a plan in place to get the prison back under control. I start to think of Jack. He and Mom have to be going insane with worry by now. I wonder what he is feeling besides being scared. Knowing him, he will try to put on a brave face for Mom, who has to be a wreck. She seriously did not want me taking this job because of this danger right here. I have to find a way to get word to them that I am okay, that I will be coming home. I will be coming home, I just have to keep repeating that mantra to myself.
Damian has been pacing the floor looking lost in thought, hopefully thinking of a way out of this shit hole. As I sit here waiting for something to happen, like a sitting duck, I can’t help but think of all the other employees here. I wonder about the warden, Rhonda. I wonder if she was even here today, and if she is, I hope she’s safe. Thinking of Cori and hoping that Mary made it out brings tears to my eyes, and I try to blink them back, but it’s no use. Once one tear falls, it becomes a torrent of emotion. I cry not only for myself but for Jack, my mom and the rest of the employees here. Granted I don’t know who is good and who is bad, but I don’t wish harm on anyone.
“Olivia, Olivia, I know you are still here.” That crackling static from the intercom disturbs the calm air and my back goes rigid as steel hearing his vile voice. “Olivia, Olivia, I can’t wait to do all the things I’ve dreamed about since I got to this shit hole. You’re going to beg me to fuck you and then kill you when I finally get my hands on you. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I start to cut you to pieces. Oh, and just the thought of your eyes filled with fear as your blood drains from your body has my dick rock hard. You have me so fucking worked up, I’m almost as excited to fuck you as I am to kill you. Fuck, I might just fuck your lifeless corpse. I can only imagine how hard I’ll be seeing your lifeless body in my arms. Fuck me…you have me all amped up, bitch. And when you see your blood leaking to the floor. Are you going to cry? Scream and yell? Beg me, I want you to beg me bitch.”