"Isabelle?" Izzy jumped at the voice behind her, who was standing right behind her.
"Heywire..." She moved down a row on the bleachers so she wasn't so close to him.
"Isabelle?"
"It's Izzy, what do you need?" She snapped turning around to look at him.
"I think your boyfriend is trying to take me to hell." She turned to the boy conserened.
"My boyfriend..?"
"Michael. His tattoo's it's a pathway." Her eyes darted around to find Michael, he was talking to Surce, they were both staring at her and Heywire.
"Um, maybe it's not a pathway to hell. Maybe it's directions to an ice cream store...?" She spit out random words not knowing what to say, for a proven pyscological liar she wasn't the best when she didn't know what the fuck was going on.
"Oh...I'm not crazy, right?" She glanced back at him uncomfortably.
"Everyone is crazy if their pushed far enough, I don't think your crazy." She did think he was crazy but better not set off the crazy.
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"And how are you today?" Sara asked her sister as Izzy lifted up her shirt to just before her bra line.
"I'm good, how about your self?" Izzy watched her sister inspect her wound.
"I'm good, so is Bow, he misses you a lot." Izzy's eyes went down to the floor.
"I miss him too." The two sisters were silent for a moment before Sara start to talk again.
"Your wanna be boyfriend asked about you today." Izzy rolled her eyes at her sister.
"My wanna be boyfriend? Who even is that?"
"The secret admirer the one you were all lovly dovly eyes over when he got rushed in here. You were holding his hand and he never stopped looking at you, and i'm like sitting there like I can't leave i'm the freaking doctor these to need to get a room." Izzy rolled her eyes at her sister trying to hid her smile.
"Seriously that's how you were acting?"
"Yes! And he was in here smiling and laugh with you like he didn't just get two of his toe's cut off!" Izzy laughed at her sisters words.
"Your going nuts, Sar."
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"So, you have a son?" Michael asked noticing how the girl didn't jump this time when he walked over.
"How'd you know?" She glanced behind her. He shrugged like she did the other day.
"What's his name?"
"Bow." She answered slowly not understanding why he was asking.
"How old is he?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"Because I wanna know you." She stared at the boy before answering, "He's 7."
"So you had him at..."
"16" The two stayed quiet for a moment.
"You have to tell me something about yourself." She said looking back at him.
"I have a nefew."
"That's something about Lincoln, plus I already knew that." He thought for a moment.
"I was in the foster system my whole life." He said it like he's never told anyone before.
"Bad expirence?"
"You don't even know." He said not making eye contact with her.
"My dad never liked me, Sara's dad never liked me, he wasn't my dad."
"You and Sara arn't biological?"
"We have the same mom and up until my mom died we believed that we had the same dad. But she was cheating on him, he didn't like me very much before though either. He wanted one child and only one. I was number 2." He looked back down at her as he now stared forward.
"I'm sorry." He said making her look up at him.
"It's not your fault, besides that didn't hurt me and Sara's bond. We're sister's no matter what. I'm sorry about your situation too." She smiled at him a little as they held eye contact.
"What are you in here for? I mean your in a male prison." Michael asked.
"killing 17 men. But don't worry I only killed one and it was for self defence, I was set up. My theory I got back to early, the man that I actaully did kill had killed everyone when I got there was was cleaning himself off in the sink, we fought and fought he was trying to kill me because I seen his face. I've got scars all over my back." She shrugged then ran her hands through her hair something he noticed she did a lot.
"Lincoln was set up too now he's gonna die for something he didn't do and now he's gonna die because of it."
"I know that." She said not understanding what his point was.
"Izzy," He grabbed her hand making her pull back before placing it back into his hands, like she had his hands in the hospital he had them now. Both of his hands were wrapped around one of her's, her hand couldn't even be seen by how big his were.
"We're gonna escape." She looked around nervously.
"Michael..."
"I have a plan, I want you to go with me and Lincoln we can get Bow." She ran her free hand through her hair once again.
"Michael, how this is maximum security." She was nervous somebody would here.
"I designed this place, Izzy. I'm getting out through the back of my cell, there is a vent in the infirmary, I don't actually have diabetes i'm faking it so I can see the best way." She ran her free hand over her face once again.
"This is so dangerous."
"What do you have to lose? Your facing life with no chance for probation." She hated how he threw that in her face.
"I know that, but if I die my son won't have anyone. Even if i'm in prison I can still talk to him still see him."
"I'm not gonna let you die, I won't. Wouldn't it be better for your son to be with you wake up in the same house as you every day, in same room, in the same bed? Izzy, I want you to come with me."
