PRISONERS

Chapter 4

• Chapter 4 •

Hours later, I was woken up by a pistol clicking against the bars of my cell. The echo of the sound only made me squeeze my eyes in irritation and clench my jaw until I rolled over and glared at Stephen, one of my guards. He was smirking at me, his mustache thicker, holding the pistol up before he tucked it back in his waistband.

“Rise and shine craziness,” he sang, making me roll my eyes and slouch back in my pillow. “What? My voice isn't good enough?”

“Go away, Stephen.” I groaned, my voice muffled by the pillow pressed to my face.

“I'm afraid I have to get you to the cafeteria for dinner.”

I instantly sat up, my pillow slipping from my hands and falling on the ground. My wide eyes locked on his amused ones, “What?” I murmured, running a hand through my messy hair.

“That's right, now get up and change before the food gets cold.” he winked before turning his back to me.

I'm going to eat at the cafeteria again? What the hell? Why didn't Logan come in to tell me? I sighed out of frustration and got off the bed. I pulled closed the curtains to hide myself from the guards so I could change. I didn't expect to be back at the cafeteria so soon, I was there just yesterday. Once I was ready, Stephen cuffed my hands and led me out of the room.

My wrists have been sore from the cuffs constantly being around them but I had no other choice. My stomach was unraveling oddly as we moved through the hallways. Passing by Logan’s office, my eyes read his last name on the door. I couldn't hear any voices  from the other side, so he's either alone or not there.

“Shouldn't officer Logan escort me?” I asked Stephen, turning my head to look up at him curiously.

His thin lips pulled at one side, “If officer Logan knew about this I would be wearing cuffs, too.” He chuckled, making me frown.

So Logan doesn't know? Shit, that's fucked up. But also fucking exciting.

“Did my therapist tell you to—,“

“None of these two, crazy, know about  this.” he cut me off lowly, using his favorite nickname of me.

My eyes widened and a small smile formed on my lips. “Oh, you're so fucked up when Logan finds out.” I giggled, wishing from the bottom of my heart Stephen gets caught and Logan goes wild. That's something I wouldn't want to miss.

“Let's make sure he doesn't, alright?” he looked down at me sternly and I gave him my best innocent smile.

“Sure,” I'm so telling Logan.

“Good.”

When we reached the heavy metallic door, the voices of the prisoners hit my ears. I stiffened under Stephen’s grip. Am I ready for this? I don't know. I kinda am. I subconsciously hid my wedding ring the moment the door was pushed open. Walking into the cafeteria, the strange scent of the room hit me and the bright lights almost blinded me. I squinted under the lights and lowered my head slightly so I could help my eyes.

The moment I was seen by one of the prisoners in the corner, my stomach dropped. He whispered something to his friends and they all turned to look at me, their eyes eating me alive. The handsome black haired guy with the caramel eyes and tattoos was with them, watching me intently.