Prison Bride - Yancy X Reader (Female Reader)

Midnight Adventure

That night I tried to sleep, but the more I tossed and turned in bed, the more awake I was.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Illinois had said. Do I like Yancy? No. I couldn't. I'd only just gotten to know the guy and I hadn't talked about him that much, had I?

I tried not to let it get to me, but a part of me wanted to go back. Back to the prison, back to Mark and Yancy. It was weird to think that after all those years I spent there, I wanted to go back. Maybe I did enjoy prison after all.

I sat upright in bed. Turned on the light that was on the bedside table and got up. I made my way over to one of the boxes, I pulled out some clothes. Not much, just a pair of black jeans and a black turtle neck jumper, at least it would keep me warm in the autumn air, and I could hide my face if I needed to. I put on some black combat boots and made my way towards the door.

I snuck past Illinois room towards the stairs. The floorboards creaked underneath my feet. I slowly crept down the stairs and towards the front door. As I opened the door I heard a voice behind me.

"Y/n! I can't believe I found you!" The voice startled me so much that as I turned, I swung my fist towards whoever it was. My fist made a harsh connection with someone's face. As I looked down at the body on the floor, almost completely knocked out. I realized who it was.

It was Mark.

How did he get out? Maybe he followed me and Yancy? No scrap that, maybe he followed me.

He stood up and looked at me. He continued to clutch to his face, which was now turning bright red like a sweet strawberry.

"What did you do that for?" He raised his voice slightly, the pitch in his voice ascending as well.

I looked at him and shrugged.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that I won't be testing your reflexes again anytime soon."

"Mark! What are you doing here? Better yet, how did you get here?" His face changed, showing a cockey expression. His demeanour changing to suit that of an arrogant pig.

"It doesn't matter how I got out. Despite it being one of the greatest stories of my life!" His arms were flailing around again. I'm guessing it was a habit of his.

I began to scratch my arms again as Mark continued to waffle on about his escape, despite him saying he wouldn't tell. He stopped to look at me. I wasn't really paying attention, but I knew he had stopped.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head.

"No something is wrong, you only ever scratch your arm when there is something on your mind. Please... Tell me y/n. I can't help you unless you tell me." He held me in his arms, his broad shoulders and muscular chest keeping me warm and comforting me as I continued to claw at my arms, red lines now slowly becoming one large mark just above my elbow.

"I... I want to go back. I have to go back."

"Why y/n? Why do you want to go back?"

"There's something I have to do. Someone I have to save." I pushed myself away from his chest. He looked at me for a moment, trying to read my expression. He gave me a faint smile and said "it's okay. I understand. We've all got business to attend to. Hey, you know what, I'm gonna move all of your stuff to my new place. I've rented it under a new name so the cops won't find us. Do you wanna come live with me?"

"Of course I do Mark. But I have to do something first. Can I borrow your car?"

"My car? Well, it's outside but I need to use it to move your stuff without being noticed... I've got a motorcycle you could use? If you wanted?" We both walked outside.

In front of me was a red car. It looked like a jeep. It also looked very similar to the car we could have used to get away when we stole the artifact. Which I still hadn't told Mark about yet. Beside it was a black motorbike. It had flames along the side of it. Definitely a bike you'd see in the movies, a typical bad guy bike.

"Well? Which one do you want? The car, or the motorbike?"

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Decision time!

Motorbike or Car!

Next chapter will be up on Friday!

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