- Yard time. Try not to get yourself killed, - he said. The guard gave me a smirk, but I ignored it, rolling my shoulders back and stepping out. I won't give anyone the satisfaction of seeing fear on her face. I watched as inmates walked by and I followed at the tail end.
An inmate in front of me turned around, following behind. - Well, well, well...what do we have here? Fox River's new toy? - I rolled my eyes at him.
- Mind your damn business, - I barked. - I am not here to make enemies or friends. Now move on bastard. - The door opened and I stepped out into the yard.
It's crowded with inmates milling about in groups, playing basketball, lifting weights - until they see her. The air seems to shift, every eye on me.
As she walked by inmates, I heard remarks. - Hey, sweetheart, you missin' your getting your hair done?
- you're gonna miss your teeth if you keep talking to me - i growled, fists clenching slightly, i kept on walking.
When I made it to the bleachers, a man appeared in front of me, arms out wide like he was welcoming. Everything about him screamed disgusting or even perverted. He was skinny and almost malnourished and then he smirked. - Look what we got here...Fox River's newest little doll thing. Must be my lucky day.
I raised a brow, stopping herself from saying anything. My eyes were cold, assessing.
- i didn't take you as someone to run his mouth without backup. Guess i was wrong - The man's smirk falters for a second before returning with even more malice.
- you'll find out soon enough, doll face. Ain't nobody here to help you.
- trust me i dont your help - I said, getting up from the bleachers but he cut me off.
- Girl, you're on my side and I do not take no as an answer. - 'a fucking pervert' i thought. Suddenly someone stepped out of the crowd. He moved with purpose, standing in front of T-Bag, his back to me.
- Walk away, T-Bag, - he said lowly. T-Bag sneered, but there was something in this man's eyes when he turned around to look at me with a solemn look. He had kind eyes, which was rare in this world, let alone in a prison. - go, - the man said.
- Fine, - T-Bag stated - but we'll see how long she lasts. This is not a place for woman.
- You ok? - he asked walking over to me and sitting next to me. I pushed myself away from him.
- I don't need rescuing - i mumbled loud enough for him to hear.
His eyes widened slightly, surprised by the intensity in my voice. He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.
- I wasn't trying to .. - he said stopping himself.
- I can handle myself. - my tone was firm, but there was something in my eyes - a flicker of vulnerability I could not quite hide.
- it doesn't hurt to have someone watching your back. - he said.
- the last time I had someone
looking out for me, they made sure I got in here, - i whispered voice barely a whisper.
There's no threat in his eyes, no ulterior motive, Just quiet understanding. - Betrayal hurts especially from someone you love, - he responded. I nodded. - be careful. This place has a way of testing you in ways you don't expect. - he said. For the first time my anger softened, just a fraction. There's something about him - calculated, calm, but with sincerity that makes me feel...safer
- Im Emma .. - i said stopped myself, knowing that after he hears my last name, he wouldn't want to talk with me anymore - Moore.
His smile came up lightly as he took my hand. - Michael Scofield.
- before you ask, yes Lee Moore is my father - i said looking straight into his eyes.
- its nice to meet you Emma - he said smiling at me.
- Michael, I don't need your protection. You know who my father is right? - i told him. Michael tilted his head, offering a small smile, more an acknowledgement.
- who doesn't? - he said rhetorically and i nodded.
- i fear im no different. I can fight my own battles - i said not being to loud.
- i believe you - i glanced at him, surprised by his response.
- thanks, - i whispered, then glancing up to look at him, - for stepping in. But I don't need anyone to fight my battles when I am completely able to fight on my own.
Michael nodded, his expression respectful, - understood.
- you're different, - i cracked the tiniest of smiles.
- just trying to survive. Same as you - he said smiling at me with his eyes.
- can I propose we will survive this together? Because you Michael Scofield...are a different. And i know men well.
He nodded his head - deal.
