Abused | Niall Horan

Chapter 31- Bus Fare

AN: I want to write as much of this story as I can, because I really want to write a 5sos fanfic aswell, but I need to do it on my other account so I need to finish this so I'm not swapping in between accounts because that will be confusing so I might be updating a little more often I guess :)

Maybe.

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Josh's POV:

This seemed too easy.

Me and my cell mate- I found out his name was Joe- had been devising a plan to break out of here, and for me to go see Alex and manage to fuck her at some point. I still haven't done that, so it's my main aim.

Today, two days after our plan was created, I was outside the jail fence with Joe and we were walking to find a bus stop.

I hope no one asks us how we got out, they wouldn't believe us if we told them, and I don't want them getting any ideas or grassing us up.

"Which way do we go?" Joe asked me as we came to a junction.

There's a 50% chance we go the right way and 50% we go in the complete wrong direction.

After a couple of moments thought, I decide to go left and Joe follows me, hoping I'm right.

I hope I'm right because I have no idea where we are. the darkness of the night doesn't help.

The jail is in the middle of no where, so it's harder for people to escape.

I chuckle to myself, I guess their plan didn't work very well.

We had to leave before morning so it would be easier to get out unseen, and if the guards realised we were gone- which was unlikely until morning- it would be a lot harder for them to find us.

As I walked I kicked a stone on the road to try and entertain myself for this long walk.

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After over 2 hours of non-stop walking, the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, that meant that morning was here and the buses and shops would be open soon.

We have to get rid of these prison uniforms ASAP. I have a plan, that will hopefully work. Me and Joe will go into a shop and if they think we have escaped, I'm just going to say we were at a costume party last night and slept at our friends house- or our normal clothes got covered in alcohol- or we need to get the bus back to our flat, where our clothes are.

Just something to lower their suspicion.

Joe was a lot fitter than me, he had a large build and huge muscles. Next to him I looked like a stick insect, he could probably knock someone out with a single punch- if that.

I was starting to get tired, my legs were aching and burning and my throat was dry.

Once we get to the town I'm buying a drink and sitting down.

Shit.

I have no wallet.

Damn, how am I supposed to get bus fare? Or clothes? Or a drink?

"Joe?"

"What?"

"Do you have any money?" I ask him and cross my fingers.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, before pulling a thick pile of money out of his back pocket.

My mouth is open in shock, "Wha-how?"

"Easy," He shrugs and shoves the money back in his pocket, "Steal a pound everyday off the guards."

"That's crazy! How much do you have?"