On the Run

Chapter 33

I destroy my enemy when I make him my friend

-Abraham Lincoln

Christian pov

The walk back to my cell seemed like forever. It seemed like the hallway was getting longer and longer for me. I had guards on both sides of me dragging me down the noisy hall. I can't believe that just happened.

Once we finally approached my cell, they pushed me in and locked my cage. I fell on the floor and the first person I looked to was Jamal. He wore this look that I couldn't even read. It didn't look like he was angry. It almost looked like a smirk was forming upon his face.

"What the fuck man?!" I yelled. He stood up and got closer to his cell. He watched me as I crawled onto my bed and screamed in my pillow.

"What's wrong? Did she say something you didn't like?" Jamal asked. I looked up at him and he was fully smiling now. The nigga was smiling.

"You said you would help me, not ruin my life." I said.

"You're more naive than I thought you were. This is prison my brother! You don't make friends in here!" Jamal snapped causing the entire cell block to get quiet.

"She doesn't want you." I told him. He laughed this evil laugh.

"Wrong. She doesn't want you. I get out in about two days for good behavior. Let's see how much she really considers your feelings." He said. I couldn't do anything but stare at the dark walls. Deep down I knew he was telling the truth. I'm a joke to that girl.     

"She doesn't care about you." I still wanted to fight with my words.

"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you sleep at night." He walked away from the bars and sat on his bed. He was wrong. That didn't make me sleep at night. Not in this hell hole. I could never fully sleep. My vision got blurry as I continued to stare at the dark walls. It's like my eyes got adjusted to looking at nothing. I had to blink a couple of times to get my vision back right.

My eyes focused on the toothbrush that was sitting on the edge of the sink. I started getting ideas. Ideas I wouldn't normally think about. I looked over at Jamal and saw he was laying in his bed reading a magazine. I quickly grabbed the toothbrush and turned my back towards him. I began scraping the handle of it against the metal bed. This nigga is better off dead.

"Inmate!" Someone yelled at my cell door. I jumped and instantly dropped the toothbrush. I quickly sat up and was met with a guard sliding my doors open.

"You have a visitor." He said. I knew it couldn't be anyone but Laney. She wants to know why I lied to her. She wants to know if Jamal is really here. He cuffed me and shackled my feet before escorting me out. I took one long look at Jamal as he smirked at me. The guard pushed me down the hall causing me to stumble a bit.

We walked through the doors but I didn't see Laney. Matter of fact, I didn't see anyone.

"Is this a -"

"Hello Chris." That voice spoke to me. I knew who it was. I turned around and was met with Lori. My twin sister Lori. I missed looking at her face everyday. I instantly let tears fall when I saw her. The guard to the cuffs off me and sat me in the chair.

"You look skinnier than usual." She told me.

"I'm not eating this bullshit in here." I told her. She laughed and looked behind her as if she wanted to see who was listening and looking. She turned back and leaned in.

"We can get you out of here?" She whispered.

"We?" I asked confused.

"Laney and I." She said. A smile formed upon my face. I was excited to hear Laney's name. She probably doesn't care now. She probably just wants Jamal out of prison.