【 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬. 】〖 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂. 〗
❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵.❞
In which she helps her best friend break his innocent brother out of prison.
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PHOEBE WALKED IN THE SINGLE-FILE LINE, the inmates leaving the cafeteria in a line. She walked behind Michael. The two hadn't spoken about what had happened the night before. They acted as if nothing had ever happened. Michael still felt upset, but he was slowly trying to come to terms with everything.
As the inmates walked past a storage room in a hall, suddenly another inmate pushed Michael and Phoebe in through the doors of said room, shutting the door behind them. Phoebe gulped, grabbing onto Michael's arm instinctively as he gently pushed her behind him.
"Easy now, fishes." A voice called out to them from the center of the room. It was Abruzzi, his back facing them as he leaned over a few stacked boxes, slowly turning to face them. "Don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He added as he smirked at them. "It's time we came to an arrangement, don't you think?" He said as T-Bag strutted out from behind the boxes, smirking at them, waving his fingers teasingly at Phoebe who cowered behind Michael.
She felt useless, she felt weak. She knew taekwondo and Kung fu, yet here she was, refusing to use her knowledge, cowering behind Michael like always. She hated it. She hated how much she was depending on him now. It was making her weak.
"You know, I was thinkin' I was gonna gut you, bow to stern, as soon as I laid eyes on you." T-Bag said to Michael as he got up close and in Michael's face, his eyes examining the taller man's features. "Well, you at least." He said to Michael before looking at Phoebe, who tensed under his gaze. "I thought I was gonna have that foxy little lady all to myself!" He teased, licking his lips and teeth and laughing mockingly as Michael pushed Phoebe even further behind him, Phoebe still holding onto his arm. She moved her hand into his, grabbing onto his hand. Michael gave her a reassuring squeeze. "But alackaday, you look so pretty when you're scared, don't you?" He whispered.
Phoebe looked up at Michael, staring at the side of his face, before looking back at the men in fear. Phoebe squeezed Michael's hand uncomfortably and then stayed that way, gripping his hand for dear life as T-Bag turned to face Abruzzi.
"Maybe we ought to get the love out of the way 'fore we move onto the hate." T-Bag suggested as he faced Abruzzi, before quickly turning to face the duo. "What do you say to that, pretty?" He said to Michael, licking his lips as he pulled a blade out from his pocket, staring at them. Phoebe started to breathe heavily in fear, her eyes brimming with tears as she brought her other hand to Michael's arm, grabbing onto him tightly.
"Please don't hurt us..." Phoebe murmured quietly, to which T-Bag laughed as he looked at them. He took a step closer and brought his blade up and put the tip under Phoebe's chin, her and Michael gasping at the action as T-Bag forced Phoebe to look up at him as he laughed.
