We sit there in silence as he continues to drive down the road, acting like the sentence he said was something forbidden to say.
"That makes no fuc - freaking sense." I catch myself.
He chuckles at me and the corners of his eyes go up in their very own smile.
"You and your innocence." He continues to laugh quietly.
"Shut up." I punch him in the arm and he veers to the left of the road.
"Nice." He laughs harder as he regains control.
"You did that on purpose." I mutter.
"Maybe I did." He smirks.
"Anyways," I grumble, "Why would Wyatt sentence his own brother to death? I had the impression that Wyatt didn't like Quinn in the slightest bit, but why would he have him be killed?"
"I don't know. All I know is that we need to get to Quinn before he's dead."
"Right," I clap my hands together and rub them, "Let's review then."
"Okay," Trevor says after a few moments, "First we have to get admittance to the prison as visitors. Then we have to find a way to slip past the visitation area where the phone booths are and into where the cells are."
"Yeah," I nod, "Then you're going to distract the guards while I find a way to steal a set of keys. After I get the keys you'll go destroy the survailance footage as I go find Quinn's cell."
"Right. Then we'll find a way to sneak him out to freedom."
"Sound good," I clap my hands together with enthusiasm, "This will be interesting."
"Yes," Trevor sighs as we pull up into the prison's front gate, "Yes it will."
The guy in front of the booth walks up to Trevor's window and takes his ID. After a few moments he hands his ID back to Trevor after scanning it and the guy in the booth waves us through. We find a spot to park in the parking lot and start walking up to the prison.
"Just remember," I glance at Trevor, "Don't give yourself away."
"If anyone's going to cause a problem here it'll be you." Trevor snorts.
"Rude much." I smirk and punch him in the arm.
A sly smile makes it's way onto his lips as we enter the prison itself. As we walk to the visitation room where the phones are we make sure to check in at the front desk.
"Hello, who are you here for?" The receptionist doesn't even glance up at us.
"Uh," I clear my throat, "Quinn Deupre."
The receptionist furiously types away on her computer before her lips form a tight frown.
"I'm sorry," She says boredly, "Mr. Deupre isn't located at this prison anymore."
"What?" I ask stupidly.
The receptionist sighs deeply with annoyance and peers over the top over her glasses at me.
"He was transfered to a different prison about two hours from here around ten minutes ago. I'm sure you already know that he was sentenced to death. The prison that he was sent to is where he'll be killed at in exactly three days." She spouts.
"Oh..." I frown.
"Which reminds me, the guards who were supposed to transport him there haven't reported that they left yet. Now, unless you're here to visit someone else please leave me alone." The receptionist goes back to typing on her computer.
I fight the urge to snap at her as Trevor and I leave the prison.
"That's odd," Trevor crosses his arms as we're walking through the parking lot, "Why would he be transfered just to be executed three days later?"
"I don't know." I shrug nonchalantly.
As we approach Trevor's vehicle someone grabs me by the waist and spins me around. Fear creeps over me and I pull my pepperspray - which Trevor thought I didn't own - out of my purse. I pepperspray the guy in the face and kick him in the shin while screaming.
"Kimberly...." Trevor's voice warns.
"What?" I continue pointing my pepperspray at the guy who's now rubbing his palms against his eyes furiously.
"You just -"
"Peppersprayed someone, yeah, so what?" I roll my eyes.
"No," Trevor shakes his head, "I'd call it a miracle that this person is here, but then again, you just peppersprayed him."
"Huh?" I slowly lower my pepperspray.
"You just peppersprayed Quinn Deupre." Trevor says.
"OH MY GOSH," I slightly shout, "I'm so sorry. Actually, no I'm not. I deserve an explanation as to why you aren't in prison right now."
Quinn slowly removes his hands away from his face and I now that I can study him I nearly find myself having a heart attack. He has the same hazel eyes as Wyatt but his have golden flecks in them. Also, he has light brown hair compared to Wyatt's sandy hair. His hairstyle in general though reminds me of Ayato's hair from Diabolik Lovers.
"First of all, I don't even know you. I just saw you with Trevor and figured you'd be someone who's not insane. Perhaps I was wrong. Secondly, I'd love to stay and chat in this lovely parking lot, but I think that we should be going. Thirdly, if Trevor didn't admit that he actually knows me, then he can explain that later too." Quinn says.
I open my mouth to protest, but then I decide that he's probably right. Trevor, Quinn, and I head over to Trevor's car and get in. Although, since we have to pass the gate again we make sure that Quinn is hidden in the back of the car under a big pile of blankets on the floor. I breathe a breath that I didn't know I was holding when we get past the gate and we're home free. Quinn throws the blankets to the side and straps himself in a seat as Trevor continues driving down the highway.
"We should probably make sure that we're at a safe place before everything gets sorted out." Trevor finally speaks up.
"Agreed," I sigh in reluctantcy, "But where exactly are we going? My house?"
"No. You've already had your house broken into, remember?" Trevor snorts.
"But you didn't even lock my front door when we left." I grumble.
"Oh well," Trevor shrugs, "We're going to my house and that's that."
I glance in the rearview mirror to see Quinn watching us with amused eyes. Well, my life certainly just got more interesting.
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Where She Lies
Mystery / Thriller19 Year old Kimberly McClain never expected to file a missing persons report for her older sister. Nor did she expect that when her sister was found, she'd be lying dead in a clearing in the woods. It just so happens that Kimberly's sister was the f...
