"It's not your fault." Izzy jumped at the voice walking into her cell.
"It's not your fault, either." She scooted over in her bed to let the boy lay down with her. She let him lay on her stomach, running her hands over his buzzed hair.
"I could've done something, he came to me to help him first-"
"Micheal, this isn't you fault." She felt him take a breath. She finally realized how intamintly close they were. He had his head on her stomach the rest of his body was between her legs, he drew circles where she shirt had rid up on the side of her stomach.
"My mom would be so disappoied, it wasn't how she raised me and Lincoln. If a man is in need of help you give him your hand." He told her.
"Micheal, you couldn't have known he was gonna jump, you couldn't have known he was going through so much he was gonna take his life." She said holding his head in her hands.
"He asked us for help. That's a sign
"That's also a sign, that t-bag is an asshole." She said and he stayed quiet a moment.
"How are you so calm about this?" He asked and she sighed.
"I watched my mom hang herself from the banisted of our house. Some times people go to suicide as an option because they don't know what else to do, they turn to killing themselves because they feel as though they have no other way to get out." She explained keeping her eyes forward. He didn't say anything just grabbed his arms around her tighter.
"I didn't know, i'm sorry." He muttered into her stomach.
"It's ok." She whispered not having the voice to speak up.
"I saw you, with that boy earlier, how he hugged you, like you were his mom." Micheal said, he didn't mean to make her as upset as it did.
"A lot of the people in here do. Absent mother equels finding a mother figure in somebody else. It's the least I can do, give sad little boy a hug." She looked down at him with a small smile now talking about him.
"Hey. I'm not sad little boy." He said looking up at her, she laughed a little.
"Okay, whatever you say." He shook his head at her, not taking his head off her stomach until he had too.
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"Yeah? Well, launch somewhere else, white boy." Izzy turned around when she heard Rico talking to somebody, she was playing basketball with 5 guys and then herself.
"All right, y'all. I'm fitting to bounce. Peace." The boy walked away, he was gonna be her new cell mate, saddly.
"Izzy, yo! Where you going we can't win without you, Red!" Izzy ran up to the boy that Rico was just talking to matching his pace.
"What up, Girl." He said trying to act cool, she rolled her eyes at him.
"Look, you wanna fit in somewhere? Cool it with the white boy talking like he's black shit, cause the only thing that's gonna get you is a black eye. Two, i'm Izzy." The two stopped walking.
"Daniel." He gave her a small smile.
"By the way you have the bottom bunk." She said before walking off, he watched her walk away with a lovely dovie look on his face.
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Lincoln hit the concert over and over again, hard. Izzy look up at Micheal who stood behind her, with a look that says get your fucking brother.
"Hey...Hey, hey, slow down. Slow down! Man, your brother's gonna give us away." Abuzzi said as Sucre hurried into the room.
"Bull's coming."
"Move, move, move." Abruzzi said, Him and Lincoln pulling the carbit over where they hole was, Micheal and Izzy grabbed the table putting it over the hole.
"Everybody out!" The guard said walking into the room.
"What?" Abuzzi asked.
"I said, everybody out. Now." Lincoln walked out first, Micheal and Izzy following after him.
"Move it!"
"Where we going?" Micheal asked standing close to the red haired girl.
"Down there, around the corner. And don't move a damn muscle till I come get you. Go." The guard shut the door, the 6 other them walking to where the guard told them to go.
"What the hell is going on?" Sucre asked from the front next to Lincoln. Izzy had her forehead on the concret wall this could be the end of it all.
"You gotta give us more of a warning next time." Micheal said to Sucre.
"I'm sorry. He just showed up." Lincoln, Micheal, and Izzy moved to where they could see the door. When it opened the guard and the receptionist walked out.
"The sneaky son of a bitch." Lincoln muttered as Micheal and Izzy look over at each other trying not to laugh.
"You think he found the hole?" Micheal gave Sucre a look. They got back into the room, Micheal check to make sure the hole was secure.
"Another inch and he'd have found it. We need to find something to cover this hole asap."
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"Hi, baby." Izzy smiled into the phone.
"Hi, Mama! How are you?" Bow asked on the other end of the line.
"I'm good, baby. How are you?"
"I'm good mommy. I miss your pancakes, Oh and you but aunt Sara burns them, but don't say she does cause I don't wanna hurt her feelings!" Bow said and Izzy smiled sadly.
"I bet she's trying her best."
"Hey, mommy?" Bow spoke into the phone.
"Yes, baby?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Izzy coughed, choking on her spit.
"What?"
"Auntie Sara, was all like she totally is like in love with him. She thought I was sleeping." Izzy looked around the yard
"Um, I don't have a boyfriend, bubba. Do you have a girlfriend?" He giggled she could tell he was blushing.
"Nooo." He laughed again nervously.
"Are you sure?"
"Nooo." Izzy laughed at her son's words.
"Your so cute." She smiled.
"Your so cute." He said back, she laughed a little.
"Bow, baby? I love you more than anything. I'll make pancakes for you soon, okay. I promise." He giggled into the phone again.
"I love you more than anything, mama! Bye bye!"
"Bye, baby." She said before placing the phone down, sighing.
"Bow?" Izzy jumped at Micheal's voice.
"Yeah, he said Sara isn't making his pancakes right, i'm the only one who makes them right." She said walking up to him.
"You can cook?" He asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Did you think I couldn't?" She asked with a small laugh.
"Didn't take you as a cooking type." He shrugged looking over at her with a smile, she didn't notice his stares.
