I learnt Michael was under Abruzzi's care and since i made an alliance with Michael, i'd be under his care as well.
I knew of Abruzzi. He was a mobster in Chicago. I was part of the New York mob where my father was in charge. When i moved back to "save my father" where he ended up turning me to Fox River.
- Moore you have a visitor, - the guard said. I was sitting on the bed, a book in my hands i got from the library, when i heard the announcement from the guard.
- I'm not interested in seeing that person - i said plainly.
- you cant just sit here and tell me what you don't wanna do, stand up and lets go - he said and i stood up annoyed.
- who is it? - i asked the guard.
- he claims to be your father. The name's Lee - he pronounced and i mentally slapped myself. 'Oh shit'
I walked by Michael's cell where he watched me being taken down the hall. Next to him was a Hispanic man, sitting on the bottom bunk with Michael next to them as they haltered their conversation. Michael's brows furrowed and i gave him a nod in response.
As i stepped inside, i saw my father dressed up in a leather jacket and black jeans with a black top and bandana over his head.
- princess - he said when he laid his eyes on me.
- don't call me that - i told him, clenching my jaw.
- you're not excited to see your dad Emma? - he questioned me with his brown cunning eyes.
- after what you did, no? - i answered irritated.
- calm down Emma - he said.
- oh me calm down? Did you just told me to calm down? Don't tell me to fucking calm down. Im calm - i started to yell at him.
- Emma .. - he started but i interrupted him.
- what do you want? - i asked him without the need to know what he wants to tell me.
- i'll get you out of here i promise - he said, wanting to hold my hands but i put them away.
- just as you said that you were in trouble? I do not wanna see you - i said with irritated look on my face.
- you look so much like your mom - he whispered, but i heard.
- dont fucking talk about her. Your stupid fucking job got her killed. Guard! - i yelled. - I'm done - i said standing up.
I passed Michael's cell again where he stood to look at me and hold the eye contact with him. Sitting down on my bed, i heard the alarm before the door closed. The bed was firm, and my book was next to me, i went to grab it before my name was called.
- Emma - Michael said.
- Yeah?
- You ok? - he asked, his voice low and careful.
- I am - i responded eventually.
A soft rustle caught my attention, barely audible through the concrete wall that separated her from the cell next door.
- You can't sleep either, huh?- The voice startled me. I knew that voice, Michael Scofield. His cell was right next to mine. We had exchanged a few glances and brief words since i had arrived, but nothing more.
I hesitated before answering, eyes fixed on the page in front of me. - no, - she said quietly. - Can't sleep.
There was a pause. Then, the soft scrape of movement from his side, like he was getting closer to the wall between them. - What are you reading?
I glanced at the book's cover, even though i already knew the answer. - homer, the iliad. I smiled softly. - If I didn't choose the life I did, I would've have big library and read book all day long. I love books.
A comfortable silence stretched between us, punctuated by the distant clang of metal or the shifting of someone in a nearby cell. I set the book down beside me, drawing my knees up to my chest as i leaned against the wall.
