Behind Bars and Beyond

Execution

I've decided that this book is gonna have long chapters until I say it won't. Thank you enjoy reading!

Francesca's PoV

I sat in my cell, bored out of my brain, my cell mate annoying the hell out of me once again. He keeps asking me about PI and what goes on, I know he's up to something.

"It's nothing mama okay? Just wondering what you lot do in there" Tweener told me.

"We work Tweener thats all" I told him.

He walked off out the cell and over to Bellick before being escorted out of the cell block and I scoffed, he was doing something and wasn't telling me and I will find out.

I walked out following Michael and Sucre hearing them talking about something to do with three weeks and getting through the night.

•••

I was walked into a room to see Michael and Lincoln hugging.

"Lincoln what am I doing here? I'm not family" I asked walking up to him and hugging him.

"You will be soon I can tell" he whispered into my hair so only I can hear "you take care of my brother when I'm gone okay?"

"Of course" I replied, enjoying his hug for the moment.

After I eventually pulled away from Lincoln's arms, the air got thick and tense. I decided to try and diffuse it.

"Cards?"

*

We all sat there and I knew I was losing and Michael and Lincoln were arguing over what cards they had. I rolled my eyes at the brothers, but also felt the sadness take over my body.

The door creaked open and a slender woman with dark hair walked in and hugged Lincoln.

"We lost the appeal, but your friend Sara came by though"

Michael looked up "did she speak to you? Did she understand?"

I looked at Michael, concern clouding my mind. Why did he sound so bothered? I quickly shook away those thoughts though, he's doing this for his brother.

"Yeah but she's not sure what she'll be able to do"

"It's alright just leave it" Lincoln said, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

"I couldn't bring LJ but I can get him on the phone" the woman said pulling out her phone and dialling a number.

We left Lincoln to have a moment with his son.

"I'm Veronica, Lincoln and Michael's childhood friend" the woman spoke, placing her hand in front of me.

"Francesca Fibonacci, I've heard about you" I smiled shaking her hand.

"So why are you here?" She questioned.

"Here in this prison or here at this very moment?" I laughed half heartedly.

"She's with me, she's family" Michael said putting his arm around the back of my chair.

I looked at Michael in awe. Family. It's been a while since I've felt part of one of those.

Before we knew it, it was almost time for Lincoln to go in.

"I can't believe I'm going down with all of them psychopaths and the worst part is I didn't even do it" Lincoln said, his anger slowly getting the better of him.

"I didn't do it!" he shouted, flipping over the table we had been playing cards on.

I flinched as the plate with the snacks he craved shattered on the floor, and Lincoln dropped to his knees in disbelief.