You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Nineteen. (Frank's POV)

Saying Brendon's name was fucking hard to do. I hated that guy so much, even more than I hated myself.

I wasn't 100% the key was for something here but still a solid 90%. I had completely forgotten I even had it until now, it's weird that I hadn't noticed it when I first got here and neither did the security.

I looked to my left and saw Gerard's new digital alarm clock. He had bought it with birthday money he had kept from the day he had gotten here.

"7:29pm" It said, we had waited until dawn to leave.

"Shall we? I asked, raising my eyes to meet his, across the cell. He nodded.

"We shall." He got up and opened the trapdoor to look outside, checking for Patrick and the others.

"Are they there?" I asked making the bed squeak as I stood up. My head felt dizzy fro standing up too quickly so I sat back down, slowly sinking into the mattress.

"Pat and Brendon are, not Pete. He's probably on his way." He answered, closing the door again and leaning against the door.

My heart was suddenly racing heavily and loudly. I was gonna escape this hellhouse! I was actually gonna do it! I cupped my face in my hands and sighed, trying to calm the crazy butterflies I had going on in my stomach. Gee quickly noticed how my stress level had majorly raised and sat next to me. I laid my head on his shoulder and breathed slowly to calm down.

"You'll be okay." He said soflty, running his fingers through my hair. I smiled and snuggled my head in the crook of his neck, that was I could feel his heartbeat. Creepy? Sorta.

Weirdly, it was perfectly synchronized to mine. We sat there, our hearts racing in parallel for a few more minutes. He then hugged my and walked back to the door, opening the trap again.

"Okay, he's there." He said, noticing Pete, Brendon, Patrick and two other guys standing in a small crowd outside the bathroom. I peered into the hallway and saw one of the guys was the blonde dude with dreadlocks that had treated Gee and I of faggots, that asshole.

"Let's go." He said, waving an arm. We both slowly made our way out our cell avoiding the guards and into a shower stall. Pete then looked at Gerard, gave us a thumbs up and nodded in the direction of the gloomy hallway.

Soon after, a tall and extremely muscular prisoner dressed in a beige jumpsuit emerged from the darkness and sprinted towards us all. I'm not sure why he was in beige and us in orange... I'm sure it doesn't matter.

The man kept running and didn't stop until he collided with Pete and pushed him to the floor, along with Patrick. Brendon then let out a scream to get attention from the guards as they came rushing from every corner of the building.

They piled onto the muscular man, trying to peel him of the boys and stop the fight. Meanwhile, Gerard punched my arm to give me a sign before carefully tiptoeing out the stall and around the bathroom area. We entered a long hallway with a bright light in the end. Ironic.

The light was the light of day as we entered the deserted courtyard. I heard distant shouts and grunts coming from the distraction the guys had caused, I don't think I'll ever be able to thank them enough.

"Do you have it?" He said, panting. I nodded and rummaged through my pocket to find the metal key. Gerard snatched it ran to the gate with the caution sign on it.

"Gerard-" I screamed as he got closer to it.

"I know!" He replied, pulling his jumpsuit sleeve over his hand and shoving the key into the socket of the metal gate. I ran to him, praying hard for the key to work.

Moment of truth, he pulled down the handle.

The door snapped open.

A bunch of dust flew out of the socket as the old gate opened, apparently they hadn't opened it in a long time. Gerard grinned and made a hand gesture telling me to follow him. I ran out the gate and Gerard closed the door behind us, making sure to lock it and keep the key in his butt pocket.

We ran for the next fifteen minutes through a small forest and then through a field. When Gee stopped to take a break, he slumped onto a rock and panted, grinning from ear to ear.

"We did it Frankie. We're out." He said, throwing his jet black hair back, sweating.

"We're free."