Better Together

chapter 1

Cat Adams POV

"I cannot believe we just did that" I say with a laugh as we watch the Mount Pleasant Women's Correctional Facility go up in flames.

Spencer looks at me with a devilish look in his eye. It's sexy. I pull on the collar of his shirt so his face is inches away from mine. He looks down at my lips and forcefully leans in, our lips smashing together. Our tongues intertwine as our lips move in the same rhythm. I smile and push him away.

"Drive"

***

A week before my scheduled execution I got a letter. I got letters all the time, usually from people who idolize me or people looking to interview me. But this letter was different.

"I know we said our goodbyes, but I can't for the life of me get you out of my head. All these years I've been denying our connection, but I can't anymore. You made the wrong choice requesting the death sentence and you know that. I'm getting you out if it's the last thing I do. -SR "

At first I didn't understand what I was reading. This had to be a joke. The man I've been obsessed with since the day I met him was finally telling me something I wanted to hear. The more I thought about it, the more bizarre I realized it was. He's a highly respected FBI agent who wouldn't just give up on his job. I still didn't understand. Until i read the letter I got the next day.

"My mom is dead. I have nothing to live for. Nothing to be good for. I've been off the grid for three months. They won't find me. Be prepared to run."

Now I get it. About time that crazy basket case kicked the bucket. Zero mommy issues. If I had to guess, I'd say his mother's death sent him into a spiral for a while, then it became to much so he found away to shut off his emotions. I told him he was just like me.

***

"So are you gonna tell me where we're going?" we've been in the car for two hours and Spencer's barely said a word.

"Did you know that for every 10,000 prisoners, 37.1 escape, and just 3% of all inmates escape at some point during their sentence?"

Good god, not this again

"And you're telling me this why? We did it, I'm out, so why are we talking about prison break statistics?"

"I was just saying tha-"

"Well don't."

"You know, a thank you would be nice."

I look at him with the biggest fake smile, "Oh my! How can I ever thank you my savior, you're my hero!" My face goes back to its resting state, annoyed with him thinking I was actually going to thank him.

He ignores my sarcasm with an eye roll as he pulls into a run down gas station on the side of the road.

"Put this on." He hands me a blonde wig.

"I am not wearing this."

"Fine, go back to prison, see if I care."

"All right, all right." I grab the ugly wig out of his hand and stuff my hair into it.

He throws on a baseball cap as we get out of the car.

I look around at the building stuck in time. Its in the middle of the woods; no one would hear a thing. I get that thought out of my head and continue examining my surroundings. The sign reads, 'Paul's Convenience Store' how original. There's flickering neon signs littering the windows, reading 'Liquor' 'Cigarettes' 'Lottery' sounds like a good time.

I catch up to Spencer as he enters the store. He walks over to the coffee station and pours himself a cup, adding about a ton of sugar. Then he heads over to the snacks grabbing a bag of Cheetos. He hesitates before grabbing them, sort of like he remembered something. He shakes it off and turns toward me, walking to the register.

"Do you want anything?"

"Yea, give me a sec, I'm not sure what I want yet, so much more to pick from than prison." He laughs at that, even though I was being completely serious.

I walk down each of the aisles, knocking down various items as I go, I like causing chaos, even if its minimal. Eventually I pick up some oreos and a 2 liter of coke. Spencer glances down at my choices as I get up to the register.

"Do you have a problem with what I'm getting?"

"No, just interesting. You can tell a lot about a person by what they eat."

"Whatever. Hey, Paul, I presume. What do you say about letting my friend and I walk out of here without paying and no questions asked?" He laughs like it was a joke.

"Are you, laughing at me Paul?" I said that more stern so he hopefully picked up on what I was saying.

"That'll be $9.47" Paul states blankly.

I look at Spencer and he immediately understands what I'm thinking. He pulls out a gun from the back band of his pants, aims it right at Paul's chest, and pulls the trigger.

We watch as the man's body falls to the ground. I jump over the counter to check his pulse; can't have a witness staying alive.

"God why so much the blood already? He's bleeding all over my shoes."

"We'll stop later to get you new ones, and change out of that horrific prison gear."

Once I assure he doesn't have a pulse, I jump back over the counter and kiss Spencer. He kisses back and we start walking back to the car, our lips still locked together. Once we get to the car I pull away.

"Next time, let him suffer."

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hi uh this is my first time writing so lmk what you think!

this was so much fun and i cant wait to write more:))

-B