Wait For You

The Dark Side

"Mike?" Randy raised his eyebrow.

"Long time, no see," Mike chuckled.

"Wh--what happened to you?" Randy was in shock of how different he looked.

Mike shrugged. "I've been trapped in here for I don't even know how long," he explained.

"Well when are you supposed to get out?"

"They said at least four years for the assault and an additional ten for the kidnapping," Mike lifted his head, revealing a scar on his forehead and a black eye.

Randy's eyes widened.

"What?" Mike asked, confused.

"Your face..." Randy trailed off.

"You're talking about my black eye and the scar on my forehead, right?" he asked rhetorically. "I guess I deserved it, you could say," Mike sighed.

What.

Randy didn't know what to say really. Even though Mike had put him in the hospital, he was still a human being. And no one deserved to be beaten up. "Who did that to you?" Randy spoke quietly.

"My old cellmates, but it's not really a big deal," Mike dismissed the subject.

"Not a big deal? Mike, they gave you a black eye. That's a serious offense. Did they press charges against them?"

Mike chuckled bitterly. "The guards turned the other way and laughed. They don't care."

"Mike..." Randy paused. "I'm sorry."

"It's whatever," he shrugged. "I mean, after what I did to you and Scarlett, I had it coming."

"I still never fully understood why you got involved in that and helped him," Randy commented.

"It's a long story," Mike sighed.

Randy scoffed. "We're trapped in a cell. We've got time, trust me on that."

"Okay," Mike exhaled, hesitating to tell Randy the truth. "Well..."

+

"She what?" Phil asked again, making sure he heard Scarlett right.

"She fucked Randy!" Scarlett yelled, "Don't make me say it again please," she was frustrated.

Phil just stared, wide eyed, taking in everything he had just learned. Barb had seduced him to get her revenge. She was the mastermind behind Scarlett's kidnapping too.

"I still don't understand," he sighed. "Barb was so---"

"Sweet and innocent? That's what we all thought. Trust me, I'm still just as surprised as you are," Scarlett shook her head.

"So how do we get out of here?" Phil looked up at his bound hands.

"I don't know honestly," Scarlett sighed. "I already tried and that didn't turn out well," she flashed back to her punishment with Dean. "And it's not like I know where we are either. We could be in the middle of fucking Alaska and we wouldn't know it."

Phil groaned as the handcuffs dug into his wrists. "I hate these bastards," he mumbled under his breath.

"Tell me about it," Scarlett rolled her eyes.

five hours later:

Scarlett opened her eyes and looked over at a sleeping Phil. They both must've dozed off because it's not like there was much they could do while being cuffed to a bed. She peered over at the clock, which read 11:44pm. It was almost midnight already?