Psycho

"Your sister is very attractive"

(Picture of Emma above ⬆⬆ )

(Sorry for the really bad photoshop. I did it.)

Emma Montgomery

It had been about an hour since I had been put in this place. I don't know if I should be more or less comfortable about the thing I agreed to with Grey. On one hand, I'm being protected, on the other, he controls me.

I didn't really feel like talking, so I climbed on the top bunk of the bunk bed in the cell and got into the fetal position. I just sat there listening to my breath for a while. It was actually really nice until Grey started to talk to me.

"You're not going to be a very fun cellmate if all you do is breathe and take up space." He remarked. "Don't you do anything else?" He asked, poking my leg lightly.

"I sleep. Is that what you're looking for?" I said sarcastically on instinct.

I felt him crawl up on my bunk and sit beside me. He wrapped one of his arms around me and brought me closer to him.

"I feel like this isn't what you normally act like. You're probably more energetic and charismatic." He commented.

"I used to be." I whispered in response, hoping he couldn't hear me.

"What happened?" He asked while pulling me even closer, which made me move out of my fetal position.

"My sister decided to move to California. I knew that I would barely get to see her, so I started acting out, trying to get her to stay. It was selfish, I know, and I undoubtedly regret it." I told him.

"Oh. So you became a rebel and dyed your beautiful blonde hair." He said, catching on while grabbing a lock of it and rubbing it in between two fingers.

"I guess." I replied instead of ignoring him because I didn't want to seem rude.

"What's your sister think about all this?"

"She thinks that my mom made the right decision letting the court send me here. My brother even said to me once that, knowing my mother, she would pay to go to drastic lengths to make me 'better'." I explained.

He nodded in a sign that he understood.

"What was your reaction to your sister's opinion?" He asked while interlocking our fingers.

I could feel the hot tears build up and then pour down my face.

"I told her that she wasn't my sister anymore." I cried while he brought me into a hug.

"It's okay Emma. I'm your family now." He cooed in my ear while rubbing my back in a supportive way while wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Why are you being so nice?" I asked reluctantly.

"It's not every day you get a beautiful girl as a cellmate."

"This isn't really a school, is it?"

"No. That's just to get people here." Grey said while running his hand along my jaw. "The closest thing you'll get to school is the training I'm having you go through."

"Training?" I asked curiously.

"Sex training. I'm sorry... was that not clear as a part of our deal?"

Quinn Montgomery

I opened the door slightly to see Sebastian peacefully asleep. He had his knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his pillow and his face pressed against it. His face was scrunched up and it was adorable. (She means like a child that's adorable. She's not a pedophile.) He was lightly snoring as well.

I felt guilty waking him, but I needed to check everything and make sure he was healthy, considering this is one of the first couple of times I have checked in on him. I nudged his shoulder and whispered his name.

"Hm?" He chimed.

"It's Quinn. I have to check everything to make sure you're healthy and normal." I clarified.

Sebastian sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Okay. Sounds good." He swung his feet off the side of his bed and yawned.

I checked his blood pressure and everything else important before pushing my cart towards the door.

"You're in the clear. Perfectly healthy." I smiled.

"I've only known you a day and I can tell something is wrong." Sebastian commented.

"My sister got sentenced yesterday." I confessed.

"How long?"

"Four years. She's in a school for inmates." I continued.

"It's not a school. Nothing like that exists. I stayed at that lie for a couple of months before I got transferred here after faking getting worse." He admitted.

"She hates it there." I whispered.

"Do you have a picture of her?" Sebastian asked, intrigued. I nodded my head and pulled my phone out to find a picture. I'm not sure why it matters, but maybe it does. I showed him the picture and he smiled. "Your sister is very attractive." He let out without thinking.

I laughed really hard.

"Looks like someone has a crush." I teased.

"I didn't mean to say that out loud." He acknowledged.

"I wouldn't mind if you two dated by some miracle." I smirked.

"Like she'd ever go for me." He whispered, "Besides, a convicted murderer doesn't really scream 'I'm a great potential boyfriend'." He joked.

"Okay, I gotta go visit Cole. I've been told by the lunch ladies that he's had a good day so far." I said. "Oh yeah, your breakfast will be here shortly."

"Thanks, Quinn. Talking to you about stuff makes me feel like I'm doing something important." He smiled.

I smiled back before walking out his door and over to Cole's. I walked in and he was awake, staring out the window that was indestructible, so no one could escape.

"Good morning." I greeted.

"Oh. Hey. I hope you've had a good morning." He smiled and his head snapped to mine.

I mentally congratulated myself on getting him to smile without even trying.

"I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. I didn't mean it. I just had been told bad news about my family." I confessed.

"It's fine. I've been called worse." He whispered.

"How long have you been here Cole?" I said, changing the subject.

He winced when I said his name.

"Please don't call me that. It brings back bad memories. Call me Colby, and I've been here eight months, three weeks, and five days."

"That's... Very specific."

"I keep track in case by some miracle I get out and then I know exactly the amount of time I spent here." He clarified.

"It seems like everyone is just wishing for miracles that seem hopeless."