Behind Bars and Beyond

Lincoln Burrows

Francesca's POV

It's been a few days since I stole Abruzzi's knife back and for some reason my anxiety levels have been like a rollercoaster. Something was going to happen soon, I can feel it.

The alarm buzzed signalling the cell doors to be opened and for the prisoners to be counted. I nervously got up and walked out the front of my cell.

It was silent for a moment, only a few hollers being heard, men all smirking and glancing around the room.

"Ballard back on the line!" One of the guards yelled as a man opposite me stood off the line.

Even after shouting at the prisoner, he still wouldn't budge so the other officer called for backup. I backed away into my cell, not wanting to get involved.

Just as I got to the safety of my cell, fights broke out, men shoving each other, punches being thrown, even shanks being used.

So this is what Abruzzi meant by needing that shank.

I looked out of my cell and up at Michael, who was staring back at me. I smiled slightly, feeling my nerves growing.

He looked to smile back at me before he was grabbed and thrown over the railings by a black prisoner.

"Mike!" I shouted, running out my cell, trying to reach him.

I didn't get far though.

"Well hello pretty"

I turned to see a big fat man staring at me, licking his lips.

"Leave me alone" I stuttered, not sounding very confident.

He didn't listen, grabbing my arms and dragging me to what I assumed was his cell, once we got in there he threw me on the bottom bunk, not wasting any time in grabbing my waist, my ass and other places.

"No! Let me go!" I cried, trying to push his hands away.

He just grunted and carried on.

I cried, I was going to be raped and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Suddenly his heavy weight was dragged off of me, making me cry out again, waiting for him to grab me and shove me in another direction.

But that never happened.

Instead, a pair of hands grabbed mine, pulling me up and into their chest.

I looked up to see Michael, whose eyes seemed far away.

"Thank you!" I hiccuped, gripping his shirt, too scared to let go.

He didn't reply, only guided me back to my cell. As I sat down I noticed the big blood stain over his shirt, a screw in his hand.

"Mike? Are you okay?" I asked, placing my hand on his arm.

Again he didn't reply, only flinched at my actions and made a quick escape back to his cell as the guards started throwing smoke bombs.

•••

After the 3 day lockdown we had to endure due to the fighting, I spoke to Abruzzi, who let me join PI, about what the escape plan was.

"PI!" I heard Bellick shout throughout the block.

I watched as my cell doors opened along with John's, Michael's and Sucre's.

We all walked down and were placed into a room with a muscular man who was easily over 6 foot.

"Alright gentlemen" Michael started "and lady" he said with a smirk my way.