【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which Phoebe helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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PHOEBE STEPPED OUT INTO THE courtyard, her eyes quickly and anxiously scanning the field for Michael. She had to admit, she was frightened to be away from Michael for too long, surrounded by tons of men, and to make matters worse, criminals— Murderers, rapists, thieves, serial killers, predators, and god knows what else. It's not that Phoebe thought Michael would immediately punch whoever did anything to her or so much as looked her way, she knew Michael wasn't exactly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, if anything, Phoebe was better than him at that considering her knowledge in Kung fu and taekwondo, she simply felt safe being close to him, as if she was untouchable.
Her eyes finally found his figure sitting on some bleachers close to the edge of the courtyard, he seemed to be discretely playing around with one of the screws on the underside of the bleacher he sat on. Phoebe walked his way, thinking back to their plan. Michael was to find a screw that they needed and remove it from the bleacher; Phoebe guessed he'd found the one. She rushed up the bleachers and sat besides Michael, her eyes shifting to his hand on her way up as she saw him using a coin to twist the screw free. With a small smirk, she plopped down besides him and crossed her legs while leaning forward, trying to not bring any attention to Michael so he could do his thing.
"Hey." Phoebe greeted. Michael smiled, turning to face her.
"Hey. You alright?" He asked. He felt the need to ask her if she was alright every time they were reunited after Phoebe's showers or time with the doctor, considering he had no idea of anything that could possibly happen to her in the short time they're away from each other. Phoebe nodded.
"Yep, I'm alright. Just a regular shower." She reassured. Movement caught her eye from below her, as an inmate who was sitting two bleachers down from them looked back up at them.
"Wrong piece of real estate, fishes." The inmate commented, looking up at them. "Belongs to T-Bag." He said, looking back in front of him again. Phoebe cocked a brow.
"Teabag...?" Phoebe asked in confusion, wondering who would name themselves after a drink or sexual act, while at the same time Michael asked "Who?" The inmate snapped his head to look back at the duo.
"You best speak with respect, fishes." The inmate warned. "Man kidnapped half a dozen boys and girls down in 'Bama. Raped and killed 'em. Wasn't always in that order, either." He said in slight amusement. Phoebe scowled at this, a shiver running up her spine.
"So not only is he a kidnapper, child predator, and murderer, but he's a necrophiliac, too." Phoebe sneered in distaste. "Yep, he seems very worthy of respect." She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Michael nudged her slightly, stopping her from saying anything else.
