his plans

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deans pov

i sat at the table, often giving glances to seth.

i rolled my eyes. i fucking hate him.

my plate was all cleared, but my stomach wasn't satisfied.

i didn't have many friends, pretty much none. the only person i tolerate is someone named roman.

roman and i have decided to break out.

i know, it sounds crazy, byt then again, thats why we were sent here ti begin with.

my stomach growled as i clenched my fist. i couldnt help but to notice james ellsworth. his bowl was full and he was looking at me.

that damn smartass.

he began chuckling at me. i wasnt taking this shit from a no chinned loser!

i neared him and struggled withhim, trying to get his bowl from him.

"give it over ellsworth, or ill beat your ass! "

not a second later, wewere separated. i huffed with anger, trying to free myself.

it was no use, the collar had hugged my neck. have they forgotten were human too?? just unstable.

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we were all put back in our cages. i was alone at the end of the two layers.

rollins hadn't written in that diary of his. maybe he had finally come to his senses.

i laid there in my own filth. this place is sick. this world is sick.

if they knew my pain. what they put me through, every single fucking second if abuse i had to withstand, they would know why i did what i did.

its not fair. its not--

the cage opened.

i looked at seth who had a sandwich in his hand, then,,, giving it to me?

this place really got to his head.

maybe i can trust him? no.

well,, then again, he knows this place sucks. everyone knows. this is hell on earth.

i had eaten the sandwich, healing my aching,  empty stomach.

" say, you want outta here? "

seth looked at me with confusion.

i repeated myself in a different way, " were breaking out, you in? "

rollins had a look of contemplation on his face. you could always tell what his emotions were. his face says it all.

he willingly obliged.

i was kinda shocked, but ,, its perfect.

one part of my plan has been completed.

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