Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 4] He's Back

-Cody's POV-

"Come on, Miss Holt. You need to go back to your room," The guard told me, going for my hand. I brought it to my chest as I stared into the room, curiosity building up inside me of why Anthony would be here. In interrogation.

Someone came out of the shadows in the room and approached the table, "Why the fuck are you back here, Anthony?" The man asked loudly. Anthony just sat there, not saying a word, "Why would you show your face back here when you knew you escaped?"

"Because," Anthony retorted coarsely, "I came here to see someone. Someone important to me."

"And who is that person?" The man inquired.

Anthony turned his head toward me, his tired eyes widening when he saw me. His slouchy posture straightened and he turned back to the interrogator. I turned my attention to the guard, who was leaning up against the wall, playing with his cuff links.

"What is he in there for?" I asked him.

The guard stood up, "What?" He shook his head and grabbed my hand, "Come on, Miss Holt. You need to go back in your room." He repeated, only this time dragging me away. I was pushed into my room where I slammed up against the barred window. I heaved a sigh as the door locked shut and the lights were turned off. Though bright moon outside my window gave a faint glow to my room. I sat down on my bed and sat with my knees tucked in, hoping that I would be able to fall asleep tonight without being interrupted by a crazy vision.

*****

The alarms to get up were going off like crazy. I pulled the thin pillow the Facility provided us with over my head, but it didn't do much of a difference. My door slid open and I could here the "patients" rustling outside. Chatter filled the air.

"Oh my god, he's back."

"Did you hear the news? He's back!"

"Hey! Hey! He's back guys! He's really back!"

I got out of my bed and joined the crowd of people. I found my friend Brent and pulled him aside. He was very muscular, almost twice my size, with a buzz-cut and tattoos covering his arms, all received right here in this building. Despite our differences, he and I became really good friends here. He's been here almost as long as I have.

"What do you want, Holt?" He asked me, "I want to see him!"

"Who are they talking about?"

"Padilla. He was admitted again last night. They finally found him back in the parking lot, which is pretty stupid seeing as he escaped only a few months ago..."

"Admitted? Last night?" And that's when it clicked. Why he was in the interrogation room, "Wait...but it wasn't Anthony who escaped..."

He chuckled, "You're funny, Holt," He said, patting my shoulder which to me was like a boulder slamming down on it.

"I'm serious!" I retorted, swatting away his hand, "Anthony wasn't the one who escaped. He got discharged."

His look of humor quickly changed into a look of seriousness, "Wait...you seriously think that guy was discharged?" I nodded my head. He shook his head, "No, Holt, he was the one who escaped. I don't know what you were told but..." I zoned out after that. Mrs. Kelly told me he was discharged. But in fact he escaped? I didn't want to believe a word he said.

"Come on, let's go get some breakfast," Brent wrapped his arm around my back and assisted me into the lunch line, which now was filled with anxious people and the not-so-pleasant smells of pancakes and sausages, which I'm sure were military approved pancakes or sausages and sucked. But I've gotten used to the taste over the years and this has become one of my least hated breakfasts here.

I looked behind me and there he was. Sitting at a table all by himself, with guards looking over him. Anthony looked even angrier than he did last night. He shoveled the food into his mouth and kind of just kept it in there, throwing his forks down and saying something to the guards.

"...honey?"

I turned around and noticed that my favorite lunch lady had a concerned look on her face, "I said," She repeated, "Are you alright, honey?"

"Yeah," I picked up the tray of food she prepared for me. She quickly placed a wrapped up bagel with cream cheese on the side on my tray with a smile.

"Here," She told me, "Don't tell them you got it from me!"

"I won't," I reassured her with a grin. I checked out, got the medicine, threw the medicine away, and made my way for my normal table. But then I decided to detour and sit across from Anthony.

He looked up at me and then back down at his food, "Oh..."

"What are you doing here, Anthony?" I asked, pushing my tray of food aside and starting to unwrap the bagel, which I broke in half and handed to him. He gave me a perplexed look before taking the half bagel and starting to pick it apart, "I thought you got discharged."

He glanced up at me before looking away, "Yeah, about that..."

"You escaped without me..." I muttered sadly.

"I'm sorry, Cody. It's just...I saw my chance and took it. You just weren't there at the moment and..." He stopped himself, "I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot..."

"No you're not..." I replied with a smile. I couldn't stay mad at him for too long. Even if he got mad at me constantly.

He frowned, "Ian's not going to like this...or my friends..."

I didn't say anything, for I didn't know what to say. He's always told me about these "friends" of his, but if they were truly his friends, would they have sent him to this hell hole?

"You must hate me, Cody," He remarked, setting down his food, "I mean, I would hate me if I was you. Hell, I hate me just being me!"

I shook my head, and just before I was about to say something, Mrs. Kelly showed up, "Well well, isn't it the 'power couple' of the Facility," She teased. That's the thing about Mrs. Kelly. She can be your best friend (which is usually the case) or she can be your worst nightmare (which I found out when I started hanging out with Anthony and started getting better. It's like she doesn't want me to get better). I heaved a sigh and looked up at her. "Time for another session, sweetheart," She said through her teeth as two different men came up and dragged me into her office, throwing me down on the chaise.

"Hey," I snapped back, rubbing my bruising arm and turning to Mrs. Kelly, who sat down and looked at me with concern.

"Okay, Cody, I lied. This isn't a session," Mrs. Kelly stated, "I'm here to tell you that we can no longer help you at Brookside Mental Facility."

Author's Note: Sorry for the super sucky chapter. BUT I'VE GOT A PLAN. TRUST ME ON THIS ONE! =D Don't forget to give me your feedback! And thanks for reading! -rac06h10ael