Surviving Fox River | Prison Break

Chapter 16

Sara crawled out and stood up, eyes wide as she looked around. T-bag snarled and Abruzzi folded his arms, both looking at Sara like some animals. Her eyes found me immediately.

"Mel." She whispered, tears sliding down her face. I ran towards her and we hugged like our lives depended on it. I pulled back and scanned her for bruises, marks, anything.

"Are you okay? I saw the inmates trying to get into your office and I was so scared for you. I was gonna help, but Linc was hurt and-"

"Shh, Mel, I'm fine." She held my face and I nodded quickly, trying to calm myself down. "Michael saved me. I'm fine, I swear." I saw Michael pop up behind her, along with Sucre. "Melanie, what you're doing, it's not safe." She said quietly and I frowned, confused.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. She gestured to the sink.

"Escaping. W-with these...monsters? You can't do that, Mel. Imagine how many people are going to get hurt because they're out there." She said, desperation in her voice. I sighed deeply, gripping her hands.

"We gotta kill her." My head snapped up at T-bag's words.

"What?" Michael said, voicing what I was thinking. T-bag shrugged and picked up the shank.

"She knows too much. She's gonna snitch to Pope and we're all gonna get years added to our sentence and quite frankly, Mrs. Burrows here and I are already here for life. Any more and we'll be ghosts." He drawled, walking towards Sara. She let go of me and held her hands up.

"I'm not gonna say anything, I swear. I just wanted her to think about the consequences. You guys are going to be on the run and you can't evade the cops forever." Sara explained, fear laced in her voice. T-bag chuckled and licked his lips.

"Well sweetheart, I just can't trust you." Before he could lunge towards her, I punched him in the face, making him stumble back.

"Touch my sister, and I'll slit your throat." I promised, rubbing my fist. T-bag held his face and laughed.

"So many relations in this here cell." He leaned against the bed, pointing his shank at me. "So, former Tancredi, you trust your dear sister to not run her mouth? Because if she does..." He made a slicing sound and a cutting motion with his finger. Sara looked frightened and she turned to me.

"He's not going to do anything to you. I won't let him. But you have to promise not to say a word." I said firmly and she nodded quickly and sniffed.

"I promise." I nodded and looked back at Lincoln, making sure he was okay. He looked a bit tired and slightly in pain, but he looked pretty stable.

"You can't leave this cell or else the inmates are going to have a field day with you." I commented, pressing the heel of my hand on my forehead. I was getting a headache from how hectic things were. Michael leaned against the sink, crossing his arms.

"Why can't I just go back through that opening?" She asked, gesturing in Michael's direction.

"We'll just end up right back to where you were trapped." Michael remarked. Sara sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Okay, mm, would you be able to take me to a door that leads to the outside? I know a place where no inmates would be able to get to easily and I can leave from there." she tried, hope in her eyes. I looked at Michael and raised my eyebrows, silently communicating with him. He pursed his lips and stood up.

"Fine. Let's go and you can tell me where this door is." He pushed the sink aside and let Sara through.

"Remember, mouth shut." T-bag hissed as she left. I glared at him, wanting to just slice him at least once. I was surprised he didn't retaliate when I punched him so many times. Then I remembered that Linc was behind me and that was probably why. When they both left, a loud siren sound sounded throughout the prison.

"All inmates need to be back in their cells in ten seconds or you will be shot on sight!" A voice rang through the speakers and we all scrambled. I hurried and slipped inside my cell and Lincoln followed me.

"I need to go." He muttered and my eyes shot up.

"Are you sure? You're still hurt and-" His chuckle stopped me, but my eyebrows were still crinkled with worry. His stitches were still fresh and any harsh movement could make them come loose.

"Mel, I'll be fine. Plus, if I'm caught here, who knows what they will do to me." He explained and I sighed. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close. I looked up into his eyes and we just stared at each other. He cupped my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his palm.

"I love you, Linc." He smiled, and bent down to kiss me. I leaned in, kissing him back hard. His lips were soft against mine and I just couldn't get enough. We separated and he pressed his forehead against mine.

"I love you, too." Lincoln said in a low voice, rubbing his thumb along my cheek. A sharp whistle blew and he looked up, eyes searching. "I gotta go." He looked reluctant to leave and that's exactly how I felt.

"Okay." I whispered, stepping back. He kissed my hand and walked out my cell quickly. I ran to the door and watched him weave through the prisoners who were trying to get back into their cells before the guards started shooting. When I was sure he was safe and gone, I went back and laid on the bottom bunk, picking up Lincoln's shirt. Even though his blood stained it and it was ripped, I still held onto it, the only thing of his that I had in here.

I sighed and leaned my head against the wall, waiting for things to die down. Lincoln didn't have a lot of time left and it seemed as if we were getting nowhere on the escape plan. Things kept coming up, delaying things and now Sara was a liability. She was my sister, but that didn't mean she wouldn't still squeal because it was the right thing to do. I just hoped she understood the urgency of the situation. Lincoln was not going to die for something he didn't do.

"Hey girly." A nasally voice rasped. I jerked up and saw a large inmate licking his lips, blocking my cell door. "Looks like you're alone. Where's your husband?" he asked. I was a bit nervous and fear creeped up my spine.

"He just left. What do you want?" I asked, appearing to be confident, when I was actually shaking inside. He was overweight and very tall, his shirt not fitting him all the way. He almost looked like Abruzzi if he wasn't so fat. The man licked his lips again and looked me up and down, smiling appreciatively.

"I want to have a piece of you, lady." He answered, walking towards me. I scooted off the bed and held my hands up.

"You don't wanna do this." I said, trying to get him to back away. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him. I cried out as pain flared up in my wrist, my bones rubbing against each other from how hard he was gripping it.

"Oh, trust me. I wanna do this and more." He growled, his foul breath hitting my face. I used my other hand and punched his belly, but it didn't seem like he felt it. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, straining my neck.

"Please, don't do this." I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. "Somebody, hel-" He smacked his hand over my mouth.

"Yell again and I won't hesitate to break a bone, ya hear?" he whispered fiercely and I nodded, not wanting to get hurt anymore than I was already. He smiled and caressed my cheek. I groaned with disgust at his slimy fingers and I just wanted this to be over with.

Before he could do anything else, he jerked his head forward and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I jumped back as he fell, a loud bang resonating through my cell. I gasped and looked up to see the old man from the shed holding a rusted pipe.

"You okay, girly?" He asked, worry etched on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Thank you so much." I breathed a sigh of relief and moved the fat man's leg out of my cell.

"Good. Pigs like him should die, don't you agree?" He asked, smiling. I smiled back and nodded. He was about to leave, but I stopped him.

"What's your name?" I asked, wanting to know his name since he basically saved my life.

"Charles Westmoreland." With that, he jogged down the stairs and retreated back into his cell.