I am dumbfounded for a moment. I have absolutely nothing to say. Christina jut stands there looking at me, waiting for me to explain myself.
"Yes." I start. "I'm Alison. But before you get mad, this was Daisy's idea. When she came to visit me, she said that she needed to figure this out for herself, so we switched clothes and everything. She said that she would contact me when she found out anything. I'm sorry. I should have told you as soon as I got home, but I just needed time to think-" She cuts me off by pulling me into a hug. She holds me there for what seems like forever, and when she finally lets go she says, "Alison, I love you. And I've missed you so much. I don't know what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into, or what kind of trouble they're just making you seem to be, but we are going to figure this out. Together."
Daisy's POV
It's about 1:00 am now. There are no guards around because they think everyone is asleep, and even if we weren't all asleep-I'm not- they wouldn't worry too much as we're still in our cells. But it's too bad that when the really grumpy one dropped her keys and didn't notice, I grabbed them. Shouldn't a high security prison have some sort of security camera system around to catch things like this? Apparently not! So I reach around the outside of my cell, careful not to make any noise with the keys, and unlock the door. I start to tip-toe down the hallway, when a girl from another cell sits up in her bed.
I freeze, and I hold my breath, hoping and preying that she doesn't notice me.
"What are you doing?" She whispers.
I don't say anything.
"If you're trying to escape, you can tell me." She says. "As long a you bring me with you." She smiles.
I walk over to her cell door. She extends her arm out through the bars. "I'm Amelia."
I shake her hand. "D-Alison." I almost slip up.
"So, are you going to get me out of here or not?!" She whispers again, more fiercely.
I quickly unlock her cell and before I know it, we're on our way. About two minutes after we start, there are footsteps and voices. Amelia grabs my arm, and pulls me into a nearby closet. I sigh with relief as the voices pass.
"How did you know there was a closet here?" I ask.
"Oh, honey. I've been here for 3 years. You don't think I've tried to escape before?" She laughs.
"What did you do to land in here?" I ask, curious.
"I have no idea. One day, I was at home, with my family, and then they took me away and told my parents that I commuted a terrible crime and I needed to be locked up." She explains. "And I haven't a seen them since."
"Wait. You were just taken from your family randomly, and haven't had a court date or anything. You don't even know why you're here?"
"Nope. Trial was refused, Ive never gotten any visitors."
Now that I think about it, that sounds exactly like what happened to Ali.
Okay, I know I said I would update before the end of November, but I'm only one day late! Votes and comments are always appreciated! Thanks!
