Izzy layed in her cell bed on the top bunk holding on the paper rose Michael had left for her on her pillow, he didn't leave. She was over the moon about it but that did mean she had to face what was right in front of her about how she was feeling, she couldn't ignore it like she was going to if he left. She had two options ignore him and her feelings, or kill herself. Was she being dramatic yes. Those weren't her only options but the only ones she was gonna do and she wasn't gonna kill herself. But ignoring him would mean losing him, losing him would be losing her ticket out of here, and losing her ticket out of here would be losing any chance of getting to see her son grow up and be with Michael. She groaned barring her head in her pillow.
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Izzy was playing basetball with a couple of boys not noticing her sister and Michael talking, none the less talking about her.
"You never told me Lincoln Burrows is your brother. My sister didn't tell me either, does she even know?" Sara asked Michael through the fence.
"Of course she knows." He said glancing back over at the girl.
"Right, do you know why she never told me? I'm curious if it's never come up because our father is the Governor. But.." Sara paused not know what he sister had and hadn't told Michael.
"I bet it's just never came up, she told me you guys are sister's no matter what the paper work said. My old man was an abusive drunk who abandoned his family. I don't judge anyone by their father's actions or inactions, not you and defenitly not her, if that was your concerin." He looked back at Izzy who was jumping around cheerfully about the fact she'd just beat 5 men who were of 6 foot.
"I'm sorry about your brother, he really loves you and my sister. Keep it between me and you but he told me he bet you two would get married." Michael smiled looking down at his feet trying to hid it.
"I appreciate that." Sara turned to walk away from the fence but then turned back around.
"Hey this isn't much but um, I know you and Izzy's check up's are at the same time, I have to give Lincoln weekly check-up's now. If you want I could schedule those visits to end right before you and Izzy get their. That way you guys could see eachother in passing at least." Sara said glancing back at her sister.
"Thank you." Michael said with a small smile, noticing Sara and Izzy have the same kindness even when Izzy won't admit it.
"One request though, look after her, I can't and i'm her big sister. She's the only girl in a male prison, she needs somebody to watch her back." Sara said both of them looking over at Izzy.
"She can handle herself, but i'm looking out for her, I always will." He didn't take his eyes off of Izzy, not knowing how she got so good at basketball.
"Thank you."
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"Where's he?" Izzy asked sitting down on Michael's empty bed.
"Y'know." Sucre said motioning to the toilet.
"Shit, I wanted to go. What's he doing?"
"Breaking the air condioner." Sucre whispered looking back at her from the desk.
"Oh shit, seriously? I don't do well in the heat." She groaned making Sucre look back at her with a look on his face.
"Your in prison, Mami, and the only thing you don't do well with is heat?" She rolled onto her stomach to look at the boy.
"Yes. I aboslutly hate the heat."
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"Waking up at 5 in the morning."
"Swimming with fish that bite your toes."
"Getting stuck in quicksand."
"Getting stung by a bee."
"Eating vegetables."
"Eating vegetables? Seriously? They're good for you." Sucre scolded the girl.
"I had vegetables they're gross." Izzy groaned from her cell.
"Um driving-"
"What are you guys even listing off?" Michael asked cutting off Sucre.
"Things we hate but rather being doing right now." Izzy said from the cell over.
"Eating Vegetables? Seriously Isa?" Michael asked from the cell over but before she could say anything the bell went off and the cell doors opened.
"Line up!" Michael and Izzy stood next to each other on the line.
"Why don't you transfer us all someplace cooler? Like Africa." T-bag asked stepping off the line.
"Get your ass on the line, convict." More prisoners started stepping off the line.
"All of you, get back in line!" Geary called out again.
"We'll move when the temperature situation is rectified." T-bag called out, Michael reached for Izzy's hand, she slipped her hand out of his to whisper in his ear.
"He's a pedo and weird, but his insults and stuff are funny." Izzy whispered into Michael's ear, making him smiling over at her a little bit.
"Don't be a baby T-bag. It ain't that hot." Geary yelled.
"Not that hot? When this guy woke up this morning, he was white!" T-bag pointed at a black man.
"You want to cool off?" Geary threw the cup of water he was holding in t-bags face.
"We'll step back when we get some wind blowing in here." T-bag said angry.
"All right, that's it! Lockdown! Everyone back to your cells! I said, everyone back in your cells! Now, convicts! Lockdown!" Izzy looked over to see Michael and Sucre gone. She sighed before walking back into her own cell right before the door shut, watching the mess unfold. Exentually the prisoners got into the room the guards were supposted to be in and opened all the cells. She stayed in her's leaning against the wall.
"Ow! What the hell, asshole?" Izzy yelped as she got pulled back by her hair by one of the other prisoners.
"Hey Princess." He sent his first into the side of her face, the taste of blood instently coming to her mouth. She ran at him next throwing punch after punch, yelping when he kicked her in the stomach sending her to the railing, she moved from another one of his kicks trying to send her over the railing.
"What the hell man? I don't even know you!" She yelled as she kept douging his hits. He sent one into the brick wall behind her head after she dunked.
"Your dead!" He screamed before wrapping his hands around her throat
