Torn from her family as they were making their way to safety. Taylor 'LePree' Mason is taken captive and brought to a prison where things are on edge. Along the way truths are revealed, friendships are made, enemies cause trouble, loved ones are los...
We had an hour to roam around inside after dinner. Without Heather knowing I was trying to steer her towards an empty hallway. Once I was close enough, I grabbed her from behind and pulled her out into the hall. Thankfully I had my hand over her mouth because she started screaming. "Heather shut up. It's me, Taylor!" I quietly snapped.
"Calm down."
Finally Heather calmed down enough for me to remove my hand from her mouth. She looks at me a little confused, "Taylor?" I nodded yes.
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Heather wrapped her arms around me and started crying, "I can't believe your alive!"
I told her, "I'm fine. A little roughed up, but I'm okay." Jon! I quickly pulled away from her as I asked, "How did you get here? Where's Jon and your Dad?"
Heather then says to me, "When they took you. Dad took us to the spot where we all were supposed to meet up with your Uncle Leo. They followed us to the checkpoint, so I gave myself up." She then says with a smile, "They got away Taylor. They're alive."
Thank you! Overcome with emotions. I just began crying. I told Heather, "You have no idea, how good it feels to hear that."
"I can only imagine what you've been through these past four days." She replied.
Noah appears out nowhere, "I need to get you back to your cell."
I hugged Heather as I whispered in her ear, "I promise I'll tell you everything next time I see you."
All three of us walk out into the main hallway. I go off with Noah to my cell as I overheard a conversation that caught my attention. "Did you hear about the boy from Eleven?" Said a boy in green plaid.
The girl next to him in blue, "Oh! The Devereaux kid? I heard he's getting out of solitary tomorrow."
Lincoln!
I can't believe Lincoln's here. Just as Noah closed my cell door and was about to leave, I said to him in Russian, "Lincoln Devereaux."
"What about him?" Noah asked.
"How long has he been here in the prison?"
"He's been here for almost a year."
"Why is he in solitary confinement?"
"He killed four prisoners along with a guard," Noah answered. "Vladimir's wife put Lincoln there to keep him from harming anyone else until they felt it was safe from him to be released."
"How long has Lincoln been in there?" I asked feeling worried.
Noah answers, "Six months." Poor Lincoln. Being locked up for that long, it made me worry about what damage it did to his mental state. Noah then tells me, "I can let him know you're here. For now, get some rest."
Once Noah had got to the corner of the cell block hallway, I told him, "Thank you."
The following morning in the yard, I was off by myself. Not really though, a few of Francis's friends were close by to keep an eye on me just in case I needed any help. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on the bench soaking in the sun. Until my light disappeared by a short brown haired girl with pigtails appeared. She smiles and says, "Hi!"
