You Can't Escape (Purple Guy/ Vincent's past book 2)

6

I sat on the top bunk of the bed me and PG shared.

"Hey you filthy criminals, get up. It's time for lunch," we both heard a low voice say.

A police officer was outside of the cell and had two handcuffs in his hand. He used his other hand to open the cell door and walked in.

I jumped off the bunk and PG got up, too.

"Oh boy, the best part of jail is free food!" He yelled, flailing his arms.

The officer frowned and put us both in the handcuffs and walked us outside.

I walked around a bit and saw the building was much bigger than I thought it'd be.

Finally, we got to the cafeteria and he let us go and pushed us in.

"I gotta pee, like, now," I said, shaking up.

The police officer groaned.

"Fine. Get over here," the officer said gripping the handcuffs again.

Once he got them on, I grabbed PG's hand and kneed the officer in the nuts.

He fell to the floor and moaned in pain, as PG used a paper clip he found on the floor in the cell to break my hands out of the handcuffs.

Many people looked over at us and began to run after us to get free.

I ran into the bathroom and broke open the window and glanced behind me to hear police men running and yelling.

I quickly broke it all the way with my blood stained hand and let PG go in first.

Once he got out, the police came in the door and saw us in the high window in the locked stall.

I quickly crawled through and had help by PG.

Once we got out, we ran faster than ever. We ran to a downtown alley and sat down.

We were quiet and I noticed the restaurant next to us, a little Italian restaurant.

I looked away quickly and PG breathed heavily.

"What should we do now?" I asked.

"I don't know. Dude, lets travel the world!" PG suggested, turning to me.

"Nah, we need houses besides our own. I'm gonna buy and apartment. You?" I said, glancing at him.

"I'm gonna stay at your place. I can be your roommate, right? I mean, we're friends, y'know?" He said happily.

My eyes widened. Friends? Every time I had friends they'd always run away or just die.

"Uh, sure. But we have to get a job first," I said.

"Hmmmm, how about that new pizzeria place?" He suggested.

I kinda just stared.

"Aren't there other places to work at?" I asked, glancing at him with a concerned look.

"Well, I mean, I love pizza and staying up all night. I'm gonna take an interview there," he said.

"Where'd you see that?" I asked.

"Newspaper," he replied. "that is, when I wasn't in jail."

"Hm...I guess I can work with you there...." I said.

"Alright then, it's settled. Lets go get the job."