Prison Breakers (5SOS)

Chapter 7: fighting your way to the top

alright everyone as promised is here one of the two chapters i will be uploading tonight.

like i told in earlier chapters, please do leave comments and vote if you liked it. i am here to learn from what you guys think.

i am mainly writing this as a writers project for school so i could use all the feedback i could get.

i wish you all a merry christmas, make sure to hug and spend time with your loved ones since some people can't do that anymore.

sorry this was a really long autor's note so i will just get on with it now.

enjoy.

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Ashton's P.O.V

12-25-1999

 During my life with Frankie and the crew I learned to never back down for anyone, you fight for what’s yours and you never surrender to anyone.

I never thought it would come in handy, but right now as I was sitting here in the prison cell I knew the changes I had to fight were growing by the minute.

It had been around half an hour of me sitting alone at this table, people were watching me like hawks but I wasn’t faced.

There was one guy in particular, he was slender and had quite the muscles.

He had been staring at me for ages and I knew that as soon as the guards would be distracted he would make his move on me, too bad I didn’t let that happen.

 It wasn’t until half an hour later that most of the guards left either for a break or to escort prisoners back to their cells. Right now there were about 15 prisoners left with two guards to watch over us.

 The guy who had been staring intently at me started to walk over, remaining calm I just looked up at him with a blank expression. ‘So you’re the new one hmm, heard you had some pretty bad accusations but you look like a pussy to me aren’t you boy?’ the guy smirked at me. ‘Bet you want to know pretty bad don’t you?’ I spoke remaining expressionless. ‘Think you can just talk to me like that boy, what a pity now I have to ruin that pretty face of yours.’ He glared before he swung his fist at me, jumping of the bench I was sitting on I grabbed his fist in my arm looking him death in the eye. ‘We will see which face will be ruined after we’re done.’ The man growled at me before retracting his fist from my grip.

A wall of prisoners was surrounding us enough so that the guard wouldn’t notice a thing that was going on.

Swing after swing was thrown at me I managed to dodge almost all of them before I knew it I had the man on the ground with me on top of him throwing punch after punch in his face. By the time the guards had dragged me away my hands were covered in blood, I was seeing red.

I didn’t know what I just did all I knew was the feeling I had, this strong urge to survive.

This urge that might just have gotten me into a really bad situation…