innocent // prison break

10. Forgiveness

R O S A

It's been a few days and Michael has tried to talk to me everyday, apologies and excuses is all that it's been.

I had my door opened for the day, just wanting to go for a walk in the yard.

The weather wasn't as cold as it was even a month ago, it really was starting to feel like spring.

There was no word on when Lincoln yet, so I kept my distance from any and all of the escape artists.

But I saw them everywhere, and whenever I looked at them, they'd be looking at me.

I walked back to my cell before I went to the infirmary to have my favorite doctor do a final check up on my hand.

"So how are you feeling today?" He asked as I sat on the edge of gurney, like I always do.

"I'm alright, this is my favorite part of my day." I half joked.

"You and Michael still aren't on good terms?" He asked as he unbanned my hand, I gave him a strange look because I've never even said Michael's name to him.

"Dr. Terry, how did you know that we weren't talking?" I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.

I inhaled sharply as he applied pressure on my scaring hand.

"Michael has diabetes, and whenever he comes to get his insulin shot, he'll ask how you're doing, if there's anything wrong with you, ect." He said not even looking up at me.

"Really?" I smiled to myself, "Is he doing okay?" I asked and Dr. Terry shrugged.

"He's been quiet lately, he still asks about you, but that's all that he'll say." He said before he looked up at me, pausing on working on my hand.

"He seems sad." He looked up at me, "Like something happened, but I heard about his brother getting a second wind, so I don't know what it could be."

As soon as I was done, I went back to my cell and waited around for Michael to come by, but hours went by, and he never came.

My little window was black, indicating that it was night time, and we'd soon be locked away in our cells.

As I sat on my top bunk I looked at the dried out dandelion, I heard footsteps into my cell, I smiled as I looked up, only to be faced with a large bald man with glasses.

"So, you're the only girl here?" He asked with a smirk, he moved around my cell as if he was about to pounce on me.

I lifted my legs onto the top bunk, and scooted back, to make it a little bit harder on him to get to me.

I held the fragile flower gently, not wanting to break it.

My heart was nearly beating out of my chest as he got closer to me.

"Usually I trade favors for contraband, but in this case, I think we'll both benefit from this." He spoke with a smirk, he lunged towards me but I stood on my bunk quickly.

He was tall though, so he grabbed my ankle.

I gasped as I was pulled down, my butt hit my bunk bed before he started pulling roughly on my ankle.