Martha and Betty

4~ Breaking Out

"We need to get out of here. I don't think I'll stay sane if I stay in here with you for any longer Betty," Martha complain from inside the holding cell they were in. "Only if you wouldn't have punched that police officer," Martha went on.

Betty just sat there tapping her foot up and down and occasionally rolling her eyes at Martha.

"After he pulled us over he groped me! I had every right to punch him!" Betty yells at Martha.

"He didn't grope you! He was searching you for drugs or weapons!" Martha yells back.

"Well he didn't do a good job then!" Betty yells as she pulls a switchblade out of her waistband. Martha just stares at the switchblade and ponders.

"Maybe he did grope you...?" Martha says a surprised and perplexed. Betty just nods as momentary silence falls over them.

"Anyways, we need to get out of here. I have a date with destiny. And by destiny I mean a hot single 25 year old guy," Betty says while standing up.

"You planning on 'Netflix and chilling'?" Martha asks.

"Nah just chilling," Betty says with a smirk and a wink.

Martha shivers and says, "Ewww. Let's just get out of here."

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"Sssssppptt," Martha does while pointing at the guard that's watching over them, "Think you can hit him with your knife Betty?" Martha asks.

"I think the technical term is 'stab' but sure I'll try," Betty replies.

"Ok I'll call him over so the keys are close and then you do the thing ok?" Martha says going through the plan.

"K," Betty replies while farting.

"HEY GUARD," Martha yells getting the guards attention, "YEAH, YOU, COME OVER HERE!" She finishes as the guard makes him way over.

"What do you need?" The guard asks curtly.

"I just need you to lean to the left a little," Martha says. The guard was about to say 'what' but was cut off by Betty's knife hitting him.

  "BINGO!" Betty yells.

  "Murder wasn't on today's agenda," Martha says.

  "It's not on anyone's," Betty replies.

  "No, it's on mine, just not until next Friday," Martha says. Betty just nods.

Martha fishes around for the keys and then finds them. She fiddles around trying to find the keyhole but fails miserably.

  "Give me the keys Martha," Betty says and takes only one try and gets the cell door open.

  "We need to run," Betty says.

  "Oh boy," Is all Martha says as a reply.

Heavy steps and running could be heard from the opposite direction of where they were headed.

  "We're in a foot chase Betty!" Martha exclaims.

  "There's some stairs let's go down them!" Betty says to Martha. They take a sharp left and open the door to a sets of stairs.

  "Betty it's like a million flights!" Martha says.

  "Shit up and come on! It's only like 5!" Betty yells.

Betty makes it down the flights a little faster than Martha. The first 4 flights were a piece of cake until Martha trips on her own foot at the top of the 5th flight.

  "SON OF A B*TCH!" Martha yells as she tumbles down the steps. For a moment Betty just stops to laugh at her friend who is most likely in pain. Foot steps could be heard all around them.

  "Get up Martha! We'll hide in some bushes outside, let's go!" Betty yells as Martha slowly gets up groaning.

  "I hate you right now Betty." Martha says as they start running to the exit.

Martha and Betty safely exit. And jump into some bushes. They hear officers pass them in the bushes and a few minutes later no more steps could be heard. They get out like nothing happened and start walking towards Betty's house.

"I'm never doing this again Betty," Martha says as she rubs her bruised hip.

  "Too bad. This'll most definitely happen again," Betty replies with a smirk.

  "I truly despise you right now Betty," Martha says as she trips Betty and Betty lands on her hip. "We're even now," Martha smirks as she keeps walking.