Day 167: Last Day
I add another stick to my tally with the tip of my ashy cigarette marking it day 167.
167 days since I have been locked up, roughly 5 months since the day I was framed. The Mafia wanted me out of their way and since they couldn't kill me they sent me to prison.
Serving a sentence that wasn't mine to serve.
But for 5 months I haven't been just sitting on the hard, uncomfortable bed sulking, no...
For 5 months I've been planning,
Planning My Escape
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YOU ARE READING
The Escape Plan
Romance"Tell me what I need to know or else." He says calmly. His gaze cold and threatening but his face calm and collected. "Or else what" I challenged with a look of indifference and a bored tone. I wasn't afraid of death. Depression does that to you. "...
