innocent // prison break

17. Through the fence

R O S A

"So what does that mean?" I asked Dr. Terry to explain again.

"It means that you weren't the only one who died." "You're losing me." I sighed as I stood from my bed while he tightly wrapped my incredibly bruised gash.

"You were pregnant, Rosa. The baby was about the size of a pea before you were injured and killed, your heart started again, but your baby's heart.. Didn't." He finished as he looked away from my glassy eyes.

"Pregnant?" I whispered, all of this was new to me.

"Listen, I-I am sorry, I thought you were innocent-" "I am." I whispered.

"There's a guard saying just the opposite!" He raised his voice.

"I saw you as a friend, Rosa, you were sweet and friendly, but there's no proof of your innocence, in fact quite the opposite." He spoke seriously as my lip trembled.

He cut my wrap, finishing it off.

As he put all of his stuff away, it was dead silent as I imagined what it would have been like to have a baby, especially with Michael, he would've been the best dad.

"Who was the dad?" Terry asked.

I looked over at him, not hearing the full question.

"Who was the father?" He asked as I slowly laid down, everything hurt, especially my heart, as dumb as it sounds.

"Why do you care? You don't believe anything I say." I whispered not out of spite, but out of sadness and pain.

He sighed deeply before walking to the door.

"I'm sorry, nobody deserves to lose a baby." He whispered before he left me alone with one of the most dangerous things in this whole facility, my mind.

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"Rosa, I'm giving you one more chance to tell me how you escaped." The Warden spoke steely as I sat in his office, zoning out, thinking about Michael, and our baby.

I stayed quiet before he sighed, I looked up at him to see him buzzing in a CO to take me back to segregation.

"I'm sorry I can't help you, but you're not helping me." I stood up as they cuffed my hands.

I wasn't trying to be smart with the boss, I was just telling him how it was.

He sighed deeply, "Give her ten minutes in the yard." He said before two CO's pulled on each of my arms.

I winced because this cut made everything hurt.

As they walked me through vacant halls I realized that if Michael was in the yard I'd see him, after one whole week of being apart from each other.

I know it may sound dumb to say I miss someone so dearly after only knowing him for almost two months, but it seems like years since I arrived at this jailhouse.

Lincoln hasn't been able to see Michael either so for all I know, Michael still thinks I'm dead.

I was uncuffed as they told me to go play in the rain.