Let's Break Out Of Prison - Prison Break FanFic

Chapter 2: Allen

"So Westmoreland is your Grandpa?" Michael asks.

"What of it?"

"Nothing. I was just making conversation." He replies.

"Then talk about something else."

"You're 20?" I stop walking briskly to stare at him.

"You aren't very good at making conversation." I tell him.

"I know." He looks at the ground and then back up at me with his bright blue eyes.

"What did you do for a living?" I ask, curiously trying to make conversation better than his feeble attempts.

"I worked at an Architectural Firm." He says.

"No way, which one?"

"Maxwell and Schaum."

"I worked as an Interior Architect."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I design houses and offices and..."

"I know what an interior designer is." He laughs. "Looks like we've got something in common."

"What? Other than being in prison, you mean?" He smirks and nudges my shoulder before heading over to the gates that are about to open so we can go back to our cells.

But I'm not smiling any more when his back is turned. Maxwell and Schaum?

We talk about ourselves and our jobs and our families for the rest of the day. Turns out neither of our fathers stuck around very long. But Mike's mum died soon after and his foster dad used to abuse him. Whereas my mum was always stable and we were, no are, best friends.

Sharing a cell with him isn't hard. He holds up a sheet in front the cell bars while I change so the other inmates can't see and he doesn't look at me either. We respect each other when we just want quiet and the toilet we use the same system as changing. We have a silent understanding. I mean, we have to be together everyday for years to come.

We go down to the yard together everyday and he makes sure no one comes close to me, or close enough to touch me, but even he can't stop the repulsive comments.

The only thing I'm worried about, is the fact that he says a fight is going to happen soon. A big one.

We are all called out for count so we line up outside our cells ready for the guards. "It's going to happen now." Michael whispers.

"What?" He doesn't have time to answer. One guy has stepped off the line below and the guard is shouting at him. Charles retreats back into his cell with Marilyn and suddenly a load of inmates start charging at each other. "Michael." I look into his eyes.

"Get in the cell." He says to me. I don't think it will help much but I do as he says and retreat backward. A few guys approach him and he begins to say that he doesn't want to get involved but they push him over the railings.

"MICHAEL!" I scream loudly, earning many eyes towards me. Oops. The only thing I can think of doing is following Michael so I run and jump over the railings and land steadily on my feet. I've always been active, I guess my good stamina and balance will help me in here.

One of 'T-Bags' (the hollow faced guy) followers comes towards Michael and I, and Mike starts fighting him for the screw in his hand. Eventually he snatches it off him but instead of advancing on Michael he comes closer and closer to me.