Ink ✔️ || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

28

I get hauled out of my cell against my will- I know what's waiting for me and I don't like it one bit.

I don't mean to but my anger is made known when I pull against the guard who has a hand on my handcuffs and is guiding me through the hallway.

He turns and gives me a look. It reads: what the fuck was that?

I sigh

"Sorry, Green" I whisper

He sighs before he nods and looks ahead again

"You know how much I don't want to go, can't you just happen to slip me the key?" I whisper, quickly shutting my mouth as we walk past a guard, who is walking in the opposite direction

"No, Lucas, I'm not handing you the key" he says, in his normal voice.

The guard walks by and gives me a strange look.

"Asshole! Did you have to say that so loud" I say

"Yes, Lucas. I'm not getting you out of this one" he says as we come to Popes office door

"I just don't want to be here right now- can't you get them to reschedule, tomorrow instead? Please I have to go to the infirmary-"

"No can do Lucas. I told you I didn't want to deposit you into the men's holding and look what God gave me back. I thanked him as I hauled your ass out of that outside area while Bellick worked on stopping the mass fight you caused. At least you weren't dead"

"Thank you for caring about me, but also how dare you! You of all people saw how it was T-bag that started it" I say back

"Yes, but Pope won't see it that way and it's him you've got to deal with right now" he says

I turn as the handcuffs fall open off my wrists as he takes them off me and clips them back onto his belt.

I look at him one last time. He chuckles at my stubbornness while shaking his head and I sigh.

I begrudgingly push the office door open and I see the man himself sat in his desk chair looking less then impressed.

I swallow as I sit down in the chair opposite him, one I've sat in a few times before.

It's silent.

The clock ticks by the seconds of no other sound until I count 176

"Do you know what this is?" He asks as he lifts up the file he has in his hands

"How am I supposed to know? That's your job" I say as I cross my arms

He rolls his eyes

"It's your file" he says

He chucks it onto his desk

I look from it to his face and back again

"Go on, open it" he says

I look at it again before i meet his eyes

"No" I say "why do you want me to?"

"To give you a reminder of why you're in here. You're not here to have friends, Lucas, your here to serve your time for the crimes you've committed" he pauses "I allowed you to go into that area under the impression that you wouldn't cause any issues. You proved me wrong. You proved that you're just what that file says" he finishes with a hard look

He bangs his hands down on the desk as he pushes himself up, it makes me jump but I mask it well.

He rubs his face

"The worst part of all this is that they don't have any room in the female penitentiary until next month, not to mention that I can't put you in the shu because it's the same social punishment as your cell" he says "what am I going to do with you, Lucas?!" He shouts

Suddenly a knock comes at the door and he shouts for them to come in, slightly too loud after his anger has boiled.

"Yes!"

The door opens and a small woman steps inside looking scared

"Ugh, Cathy just said that she needs you to sign off on some evidence boxes being moved asap" the poor receptionist says, slightly startled by his voice. "T..they're being moved in ten minutes"

"Yes, ok" he says as he rubs his eyes

She nods and closes the door

"I will be back in ten" he says as he composes himself

I nod as I reposition myself

"And do not move! I mean it Lucas" he says

"Alright, I said ok!" I say

He sighs as he walks out of the room and slams the door behind him.

It's silent again and I hear the clock tick ticking behind my head on the wall.

I start biting my fingers. A way to try to calm my anxiousness but also to try to ease my boredom.

I look around before my eyes skim over my file as my eyes reach the bookcase.

I look back at the desk and I bite my lip.

I could just look now, no one will know.

No I shouldn't, I don't want to see what they think is wrong with me and have a reminder of what they wrongly accused me of doing.

But some of it they did get right, however they charged me on murder, not self defence. I haven't forgiven them for adding years to my sentence unjustly. They didn't care that Dad beat me or my siblings, just that I was a woman with her fingerprints all over the murder weapon.

I look at the yellow file and I pull my finger out of my mouth as the silence looms over me.

Should I peek? Just lift the corner and have a little glance? No one will know... will they?

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