Psycho

"I'm leaving"

Emma Montgomery

The entrance to the cell creaked as the guard opened the large and heavy door. Grey followed me out the door to the outside cafeteria, which is the only place we see besides the inside of our cells.

Other people steered clear of us. Grey had a bit of a reputation here, and since I'm dating him, I have also gained a reputation of being just as lethal as he is.

"We just left and I already want to go back to the room with you and try a different position." He whispered in my ear.

"We have all the time in the world Grey. Plus, every step I take feels like I'm going to collapse and fall on my face." I dejected.

"Sorry. I'll go easier." He apologized.

"No need we both know you love it rough and what you love, I love." I said wholeheartedly.

"Awe, that's so sweet babe." He cooed and slung an arm around me.

"No touching!" A female guard yelled at us.

"Go give head to your boss to thank him for that raise- oh wait- you already did that." Grey taunted the guard.

He grinned murderously, making the guard move on to other the convicts. We eventually reached the outdoor cafeteria and we got our food and sat at our regular two-seated table. Grey and I talked and ate for what seemed like forever. We talked about my family and his. Well, his brother, the only family he has, who is in prison.

"So, let me get this straight, your mother sent you here because you vandalized a few things and accidentally shot a Roman Candle at somebody." He summed up. "And your sister left to go to work in California because she likes to befriend people with mental problems."

"Yeah, I mean, that's pretty much it." I agreed while biting into my burger.

"I was thinking and I think we should spice things up a little." He smirked and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pants. "I stole these off one of the guards who let us out of the cell."

"Seems interesting..." I pondered on the thought of using them. "We should totally try it."

"I knew you'd love the idea."

"So, how do they exactly work?" I asked out of curiosity.

"They act as a restraint so you can't touch me while I'm pleasuring you." He smirked.

"Can I use them on you?" I smiled devilishly.

"Oh yes. I would love that." He grinned and relaxed in his seat.

A couple of guys stopped at our table and looked back and forth between us.

"C'mon Grey, you already got the new girl?" One of then quipped.

These must be Grey's comrades. There were three of them, all of which had dark hair and eyes with different shades of blue. Grey smiled up at them.

"Where you guys been?" Grey grinned, giving each of them a high five.

"We all got put in solitary confinement for a week for pranking the guards with itching powder." The tallest one explained.

Grey turned back to me.

"Emma, this is Oakley, Oakley, this is Emma." Grey introduced me to the tallest one with the darkest blue eyes.

The shortest one still stood about a foot and a half above me. He stepped forward and spoke.

"I'm Terrance." His eyes were a very vibrant blue, they almost looked photoshopped.

"I'm Emma."

The next guy pushed Terrance out of the way and stuck his hand out to shake my hand.

"Elijah." He simply said and shook my hand.

I pulled away when he pulled my hand up to his hand do lightly kiss it. I gave him a weak smile.

"Emma." He repeated once more.

He smirked and joined the line of the rest of the boys.

"Guys, now don't get jealous-" Grey started.

"You've already slept with her?" Elijah scoffed.

"That's not what I was going to say, but if you must know, she gives the best blowjobs." Grey smirked and grabbed my hand from across the table. "We're dating. It's more than just sex."

"Like anyone believes that." Elijah remarked.

Slap!

Terrance slapped Elijah on the back of the head.

"We're happy for you." Terrance smiled.

"Speak for yourself." Elijah muttered.

Slap!

Elijah received another slap to the head from Terrance. Grey rolled his eyes and focused on playing with my hand that he was holding.

Quinn Montgomery

I flopped down on my bed after another long day of work. I stretch out on my bed before I remembered that I must take a shower. I got up from bed and walked to the bathroom. I felt my phone ring in my scrub pocket and I pulled it out. My little brother's name lit up my phone screen.

"Hey Trent." I greeted.

"I'm leaving. What's your address?" Trent sniffled.

Wait- sniffled? Is he crying? Trent almost never cries and he especially wouldn't let anyone know about it either.

"Trent, what happened? Why are you crying?" I asked him with a concerned tone.

"Mom told me that she couldn't handle me anymore. She told me to leave or she'll put me in the looney bin with Emma. I can't go in there. I don't even know how Emma is surviving in there." Trent cried.

"Okay. I'll come get you. I have space in my apartment. Just get to a safe place. Like a McDonald's or something. I'll be there as soon as I can." I sighed.

"Okay. I'm going now." He said and hung up.

I'm not surprised mom pulled this stunt. Now that she has all her children out, maybe she'll finally be happy. I called Sam to call in for tomorrow.

"Hey, Sam. I know I just started working but I have a favor to ask."

"Okay, what is it?"

"I need to take a personal day tomorrow. I have to go get my brother in Wyoming. There are some problems going on at home and I need to get him out. Is there any way you can find someone to cover my shifts?" I asked helplessly.

"Of course. I'll cover them myself. Call me if you need anything and let me know when you get down there and when you get back so I know you're safe." Sam said.

"Oh my God. Thank you so much Sam. You're a lifesaver." I thanked.

"I hope everything goes well."

I hung up and packed a small bag of essentials and headed to the airport.