Behind Bars

Chapter 10:

Chapter 10:

((Chris' Point of View))

The next break we had we made out way to Wallace. As always he greeted us with his goofy smug grin, acting as if he had a secret that he was about to tell us. Sometimes I think he's more of a five year old then a twenty-something year old.

"We gotta move it up." I told him.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "I knew you just wanted to be with me sooner."

I shoved him off of me. "That's not even close to the reason, dumb ass."

Wallace clutches his heart. "You wound me with your words."

Jay rolled his eyes. "The real reason is the Rodriguez brothers."

That straightened him up. Wallace's eyes widened. "Shit. 'Cause of Val?"

Jay nods. "Be ready by tomorrow. We have to get out of here before both storms hit."

"Are these brothers that bad ass?" I ask.

He turns to me. "Imagine the toughest gang that like to create chaos for the fun of it. Now imagine if someone did something to piss them all off so much that all they see is blood. That is the Rodriguez brothers. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to make sure everything is in order." And with that he walks away from us.

"Who's Valerie?" I asked Wallace, hoping that maybe he could give me the answers that Jay refused to give.

"What has Jay told you so far?"

"Only that she is called Valerie Rodriguez and that they were engaged then something happened to her." I said.

He sighs. "If you knew more, then I could tell you more. Problem is, it's not my story to tell."

"Oh come on! You know that bastard would prefer to leave me in the dark all the time."

Wallace cups my face with his hands. "Sometimes it's better for you to be in the dark."

That was the last of it we talked about. Instead we focused on our plans on getting into solitary. The three of us were to get into a fight. Jay was going to punch Wallace for saying something about my ass. I was to knee Jay in the balls because I'm an independent woman who doesn't need a man to defend her honor. Then I was going to punch him in the face simply because he keeps on pissing me off right now.

Seriously one minute he's perfectly fine, all dandy making out with me. The next thing I know, he kicks me out of bed being a heartless little shit. I don't understand this man. He can be so passionate, yet he closes the door on anyone who might get close to him.

I shake my head, hoping to get these feelings out. Stop it, Chris, keep your mind on the plan. You can't let things get complicated or otherwise we're all screwed.

The bell rings telling us to return to our cells. The only problem is when I get to my cell Jay isn't there. I wait for thirty minutes and he still hasn't returned. Shit, shit, shit, this can't be good. I just hope he hasn't got into another fight with a guard. He can't screw this up. None of us can.

There was no point in waiting around for him. I pulled out a magazine. It was a couple of months old, but it will preoccupy my mind for a little while at least. So I began to flip through it, catching up on celebrities lives and such. As always, there is two whole pages dedicated to improving your sex life. Some middle aged woman talking about how she and her husband had been on the rocks but started trying new positions to improve their relationship. Well if you just have sex all the time and don't talk then heck ya your relationship will improve. Whatever, it's your life not mine.