Torn

Chapter three

Your POV:

We made it back to genpop and my ear twitched. Something bad is going on. I stopped walking beside Michael.

I went the way that my body told me to go and saw Burrows getting beat up by someone. I grabbed a pipe and made my way towards them.

I swung at the guy on top of Burrows and sent him flying down a hole. I dropped the pipe and looked at him.

I'm not innocent anymore. I killed someone. "I-I killed him." I said out loud. Burrows grabbed my shoulders and guided me out.

Michaels POV:

I was looking for Alex when I saw her with my brother. I went towards them and saw her looking at her hands.

I looked at Lincoln and motioned him to follow me. We went back to Alex's cell and she went and sat in the corner.

I looked at Lincoln. "What happened?" "Turk was attacking me and she hit him with a pipe which killed him as he fell a story."

I looked at her. She was sitting still looking at her hands. She stood up and went out the cell but stopped.

She was looking at something. I went out and saw T-bag looking at her with a shank. She looked at him. "Do it." She whispered.

He seemed shocked and looked at me. "What happened?" She walked away then stopped at Westmorelands cell.

She seemed shocked. She walked off. I looked at Lincoln and T-bag. "She's going to get herself sent to the Crack shack." Sucre said.

She walked back towards us and went back to her cell. She sat in the corner. Lincoln looked at us.

"She doesn't belong here. We are taking her with us." No one argued about it. We all went back to our cells before they brought the SWAT in.

We were in lockdown when I heard someone hitting the wall. "Alex?" I asked. "I killed him." I looked at the wall.

She kept hitting the wall. "It's not your fault." I said. "I'm sorry Michael." She said. I heard something fall.

"Alex?" Nothing. I looked at Sucre. "She's not answering anymore." He looked at me. "Guard!" He yelled.

"Badge!" He yelled again. A nice guard came and looked at us. "Yeah?" I spoke up. "Can you check on Alex?"

He nodded and went over to her cell. "Alex sit up." He turned on his flashlight. "I need a medic!" He yelled.

I looked at Sucre. "What the hell did she do?"

Your POV:

I continued to hit the wall with my fist. They hurt a lot but this is how I'll deal. "I killed him." I said.

"It's not your fault." Michael said. It is my fault. I started to hit my head on the wall. "I'm sorry Michael."

I hit the wall and fell to the ground. I heard him call for a guard. "Alex sit up." The guard said.

I didn't. He flashed his light in here and called for a medic. My door opened and people came into my cell.

The carried me past Michaels cell and I smiled. Sara looked at me and kicked everyone out.

She sat me up and cleaned my hand. I looked at it the entire time. "Why did you do this?" She asked.

I didn't answer. She sighed and looked at my file. "Maybe you'll talk if I bring someone in here."

Michaels POV:

She looked at me and smiled. This is all part of her plan. Why does she have a plan? I was broken out of my thoughts when a guard cuffed me.

I was confused. He brought me to the infirmary. Alex was sitting on the bed looking at her hands.

The guard removed the cuffs and shoved me in the room. Sara looked at me. "I haven't been able to get her to speak."

I looked at Alex. "Alex has been acting weird lately." Sara looked at me confused. "Her names not Alex."

I looked at her. "What do you mean?" She looked at her file. "Her nickname is Alex. Her real name is Alexia."

I looked at Alex. She moved her hand away and lifted her head up. "Alex hey." She didn't answer.

She looked at Sara then at me. Sara left the room and she smiled. I walked towards her. She stood up and looked at her hand.

She toke off the bandages and looked at them. I went closer to her and grabbed her hands.

They were freezing. I looked at her face. She was pale. "When was the last time you ate?" I asked.

"Two weeks ago." She said flatly. She looked at me startled. She gasped for air. She backed up and looked around.

"No. No. No. He's back." She said. I looked at her. "Who?" I made my way towards her. "Paul Kellerman."

"What did he do?" She looked at me. "He was the one who set me up. He's planning to set up a kid now."

"What's the kids name?" I asked. She thought for a minute. "L.J Burrows." My nephew. She looked at me.

"Why does Westmoreland know who I am?" I looked at her.  "He is your dads dad which makes him your grandfather."

Your POV:

He knew all along. His feelings are fake. All he needs is the money and that's it. "You should leave Michael."

He seemed confused. I held my fist before I started punching the wall again he came up behind me and grabbed my hands.

"Stop doing that."