Cell 103

Chapter 17

I gulp and begin to breath slowly. I feel as if I will pass out. I don't want to be tortured. I don't want to. I look at the sheriff approaching the closet and I take a deep, silent breath. Once he is directly in front of the door to the closet, he pauses, and turns to his side to open the other closet. My mind races of what would of happened if we went into the other closet. I shudder at the feeling and breath silently and a bit more normally now. Stella has let go of my mouth and Luke is wide eyed at everything.

"Why did you fools close the lights of the gates? They are probably long gone right now." He yells, slamming the closet door, and I flinch.

"It wasn't me sir, I swear." He pleads

"Stop blaming, would you!" He yells, and pulls out a pistol.

"Sir, what are you doing?" He whispers.

"When you do something wrong, you have to pay for it." He says, exaggerating the have. I almost hear the guard gulp and back up. He stares at the guard silently, and lifts the gun to his arm.

"Sir, please no." He whispers, furrowing his eyebrows.

"It's only because you did something wrong." The sheriff replies, loading the gun. I hear the guard's breath hitch.

"It's not my fault! You're the sheriff!" The guard fired back, about to pull his gun out.

"Don't blame this on me! I had itching to do with it!" The sheriff yelled, pointing his gun at the guard.

Right before the sheriff pulled the trigger, he door slammed open. The sheriff quickly threw his gun down and widened his eyes at the three men entering the room.

"We've got 705 and 709 fighting again! I'd go over there but they are gonna break the walls." The other guard informs the sheriff.

"Just our luck." The sheriff huffs, leaving the room, as the guard quickly runs out, most likely not following the sheriff.