Devil in Disguise

Chapter Eight

Devin POV

            The cold damp room reeked of sweat, mold, and urine. This must be a claustrophobic’s worst nightmare, or anyone’s nightmare, for that matter. Could anything be worse than a prison cell? I think not.

            The bright side was that I wasn’t sharing the room with anyone. I don’t think I could handle it if I had to actually keep up with another person in this hellhole.

            I sat down on the uncomfortable, metallic bed. Why couldn’t they build a TV in this place? Was that so much to ask? Just because people did a bad thing, didn’t mean they should die of boredom.

            I suddenly heard the echo of heels click-clacking against the hard concrete floor. Not before long, someone’s shadow appeared opposite of the bars that confined me. A man in uniform appeared next to a pretty brunette. I smiled and walked over the bars and held them. “Well,” I said, “Could this be any more of a cliché?”

            Alice beamed at me. “You know, I actually like being a cliché right now. I could definitely get used to this.” I rolled my eyes. Of course she could. “But that aside, I’m just here to say that your sentence is being extended.” Her words were normal and simple but as she said this, she discreetly handed me something. I didn’t even look down to see what it was; I took it and clutched it in my hand. The edges of the object fit in my palm.

            “And how much longer is the sentence?”

            She smiled. “Just a couple years. That shouldn’t really matter considering how many you have on your plate anyway, right?” Her cheerfulness could not be more evident.

            If I had a penny for every time I felt the need to roll my eyes at her, I wouldn’t need to be here anyway; I could be on a yacht, preferably with a flat screen. And decent food.

            She didn’t let me respond. “Anyway, that’s all I’m here for. The chief figured you should know, and I always love seeing you in that prison uniform.”

            “Are you flirting with me?” I questioned, staring at her intently.

            Despite how effective her fascade was, she faltered a little by looking away for second. “Of course not. I just think you should stay here forever.”

            “Okay, well, you told me what I needed to know. Can you let me be miserable in peace?”

            She had worn red lipstick today, which really brought out her green eyes for some reason. When she smiled, like right now, it looked nice. “Fine,” she replied. “Have fun locked up in your dungeon.”

            That girl really knows how to get under people’s skin. As soon as she left, the prisoner facing opposite of me leaned against the wall and looked at me. “Don’t take it personally, man,” he said, “That girl’s just a bitch to everyone here.”

            I had turned around to sit back down on my bed. I kept my face in my hands. “Yeah, I know.”

            “She seems to hate you a little more,” he mused.

            This time, I couldn’t help my smirk from appearing. “Yeah,” I said, turning around so the man couldn’t see me opening my hand. The key gleamed against the dim light. “I know.”

            At around 2 A.M., I rose from my bed. I took out the key and slipped it into the keyhole on the side of my bed. It opened easily. I collect the clothes from inside and grinned; this was a piece of cake.