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...
Once I got to cellblock G. Noah tells me just as he closes the gate behind, "That cell down on the right." I nodded my head. He then hands me something through the bars, "Don't let anyone see that you have this."
I glanced down to see that it was a pocket knife. "Thank you," I replied.
Noah leaves as I walk down to my new cell. I stayed close to the railing because I didn't want anyone touching me. Looking around I saw that this area was a majority of people from divisions three and six. Getting closer to my cell as I saw a white curtain hanging up. Huh.
I moved the curtain and the second I did I wished I never done it. Amara was indisposed with one of the Petrov twins. "Oh my god!" I gasped as I dropped my bedding.
The guy falls off the bed as Amara hides under her covers. She says all red-faced, "Hi."
"Hello," I replied feeling very awkward.
I just kept looking between there faces and then the ceiling. The guy gets up and introduces himself to me, "Hello! I'm Emmanuel!"
"Taylor," I replied. I looked down and then quickly back up. "Forgetting something?" I asked Emmanuel.
Emmanuel realizes that he was standing in front of me baring all.
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Emmanuel flushes red as he quickly zips up his jumpsuit and then leaves. Amara looks at me and says, "I'm sorry you had to walk in on that."
We both just somewhat started to laugh awkwardly. I told her, "Don't apologize." I picked up my stuff and sat down on the empty bed, "How long have you been with Emmanuel?"
"About five months," Amara replied. She then smiles and says, "I fell for him almost instantaneously. He's been a light for me in this hell hole all this time that I've been in here." Amara then frowns as she says, "When you and Elena were brought in here. All the motivation to live and to fight came back."
I smiled as I was thinking of Jon. I told Amara, "Emmanuel sounds like my husband. Jon has always been my protector since the very minute he met me." I wiped away my tears as I added, "I'm just lucky while in here I have a few friends here." I got up and took a real in-depth look at all of the people in our cell block.
You can see their pain, feel their fear, and just witnessing all of this made me feel helpless because I couldn't do anything for them. However they weren't alone in all of this. They may not realize it, but they do have a reason to keep going in all of this. Each other. Each of them together in they're cells have seen each almost anything.
The may not be family but they're the closetest they've got. I told Amara, "I wish I could do something for them. Help lift there spirits."
"You already are." She replied.
I turned around and asked her, "How? How am I helping them?"
Amara then tells me, "I've heard stories about what you've done since you've been here. You are standing up for people you barely even know. Defending them. Standing up the guards and Vladimir and that devil spawn of a son of his. Your actions Taylor have given some of these people the courage they need to do the same."
Hearing that some of these people here are almost depending on me gave me a little anxiety. This was all to much for me. Deep, deep, deep down I couldn't let them down. As much as I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to take on that leadership role.
And I will make for damn sure that my voice is heard.
