Lil’s POV

At some point I gave up counting the days and nights, what was it worth anyway? I knew I wouldn’t be getting out of here… at least not in a long ass time.

I rolled to my side and heard the commotion downstairs, after days and nights here, you think I should be used to the nights and the noise, but I wasn’t. How could someone get used to this?

I was on the verge of going insane, having nothing to do, having no one to talk to, no one to trust wasn’t exactly the life I had wanted for myself.

The bars I was looking through wasn’t something I would get used to either, I could barely look out of the window, the door was always closed, the small window in the door shut, only the small bars there visible when they opened it from the outside.

I sighed loudly, glad that I had this cell for myself, at least for now. They already told me that I wouldn’t have the luxury for long, but they also had to find someone fitting, so we wouldn’t probably try to kill each other after first meeting.

I wasn’t a complicated person really, I came along with lots of people. I didn’t give a damn about most of them really, and was glad when they didn’t find an interest in me either, but sometimes that just wasn’t the case.

I used to be carefree and loved life, till the day of the accident. The day that was meant to ruin my current life forever…

I closed my eyes and tried to think of better days, tried to shut the whole disaster out that had become my life.

What was my Dad thinking now? He must be disappointed, but if he only knew the truth, I tried to tell him but I wasn’t allowed to talk to him long enough… At this point I think no one really believed me anymore.

And how was Darryl doing? Did the reckless decision I made, that ended with me in prison was worth something, or was it all for nothing?

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and whisked away a tear that escaped my eye, showing weakness in here was the worst thing you could do, I learned that lesson only after a few days.

I tried to stay under the radar, I tried to remain as silent and as inconspicuous as possible. I didn’t want to rouse anyone’s interest. I didn’t want anyone’s attention, problem is, when you are new, there was no way out of getting the full attention.

They looked at you, they wagered your reaction, they tried to find out if you are on the slave side of this place or if you will make it to the top. I didn’t want to be any of it, I didn’t want to get involved into anything, yet it happened all…

After just a few days I was dragged into a fight, I may be a small person, but I have a mean skill in self-defense, so I knocked the opponent on her ass, which got me into a single cell dark room, as punishment for starting a fight.

When I tried to explain that I wasn’t the one starting that shit, they gave me another day and night in that small dark room, I learned my lesson afterwards, no matter what I try to say or how I try to explain the right and wrongs, it didn’t matter.

The rule of right and wrong didn’t exist in here. If someone caught you, it was you who did it, no matter if you started or was just the bystander, if they had an eye on you, you better go along.

At least when I finally was allowed out of that hellish room I had earned a little respect, no one tried to approach me and wanted to beat me up again right away.

Some women came to talk to me and I easily made some connection, who knew when I would need them. I even got my hold on some stuff for dealings, I guess one of the other women had a crush on me, and wanted to get my attention.

I wasn’t sailing that boat, but if it made my stay any less painful I would take the little luxury I got until she would realize I wouldn’t be up for what she wanted to offer me, or wanted me to offer her.

I tried to block out all the thoughts and kept my eyes shut, problem was whenever I did that, my mind began racing and had a will on it’s on… I heard Darryl’s voice, he is one of my closest friends, since we were little… he was living in a bad neighborhood just making his way up, had a job, tried to fix all the wrong, when someone else decided for him to take away what he had worked for.

We talked on the phone his playful voice still ringing in my ears “I can’t wait to tell you all about it, it was awesome!”

“I am on my way already, my shift is just over… only a few more blocks!” I grinned and was happy that he finally found a job that he liked, that he wanted to continue.

“Guess we had the same idea, I’m on my way as well, just down at the shop grabbing something to drink for us” Darryl said and I chuckled “That sounds like a plan, sir”

When suddenly a loud boom sounded, a cry, more screams and heavy breathing, my heart sped up and I clutched my phone tighter. “Darryl, are you okay?” Only the heavy breathing, then some voices yelling, and screeching car tires.

I increased my pace, I ran the last blocks, seeing a car driving past me way too fast. I run towards the shop without thinking, “Darryl?!” I yelled half into the phone and half into the shop.

I look around wildly, not really noticing how the inside of the small store looked like, I ran towards the corner, and see my friend lying there, blood pouring out of a wound in his stomach.

I kneeled down beside him and tears form in my eyes but I pushed them away, I had to get him out of here… I had to bring him to the hospital.
I didn’t notice any other people, just my friend, on the edge of life and death.

“Lil?” His voice was cracking, barely audible and I press a finger to his lips. “Sshshh, I’ll make sure you are okay… I’ll get you out of here” I try to lift his body up, but only with the help of him I was able to carry him out.

I look around wildly, the streets are empty, no police, no ambulance or any sign of someone caring what happened here.

I didn’t have a car, but I decided to make sure my friend would have a chance to live.
I leaned Darryl against the car and go searching for something to break in the window, I take a huge stone and slam it against it, it shatters and I open the car door, scrapping my wrist on the remaining glass, but not even realizing its bleeding. I help Darryl lie down at the back seats and his eyes are fluttering close.

“You gotta stay awake, you wanted to tell me about your job… don’t go all sleepy on me, okay?” I tell him while I search for the spare key in the cabinet, but without success, I punch the steering wheel in frustration and Darryl’s voice sounded. “It’s okay, Lil…” He was giving up, I couldn’t and wouldn’t give up.

I flip down the sun shield and a spare key is greeting me, fuck yes! I grab it with shaky hands and start the car, the hospital is about 20 miles from here, I have to hurry, he is losing so much blood.

I race down the street, I pass each and every red light, I nearly crash us into an oncoming car, which to my ultimate luck was a police car, which tries to follow my reckless driving.

“You still awake, D? I need you to stay awake, we are almost there” I tell him and didn’t get a respond, my heart almost jumped out my throat, panic coming over me, I wouldn’t lose my friend, I wouldn’t fucking lose my best friend tonight!

When we arrive directly before the hospital entrance with screeching tires some of the personal comes out, I rush out all the information I have and they get Darryl inside and away from me, I followed and watched how they ran with him into the emergency area.

Everything that happened then was in a blur, I see how they pump at his chest, how they put something over his mouth, to make him breathe again, the door fall closed before me, and I let myself break down, waiting for them to tell me, he will be fine, waiting for them to tell me this was a dream…

But I never get this message, because the next thing that happened was strong hands, pulling me up, handcuffing me and reading me my rights…

No one told me how Darryl was, did he survive?! Another tear wanted to escape me but I swallowed it down again, every time I try to sleep this was what I dreamed about, problem was it wasn’t a dream…

When I was questioned by the police, I told them the truth, and it was a harsh reality when I learned, they didn’t gave a shit about me telling them the truth…
They didn’t even want to know the truth, and that’s when we are back and no caring about the rule of right and wrong, none existent.

I told them I stole the car, I told them I heard the shooting on the phone, I admitted I went away from the crime scene, stole the car and let my friend who was dying bleed all over the backseats, because he was fucking dying!

I did all this because I was trying to save a life, but all they cared about, was me stealing a car, leaving a crime scene, where they try to make me guilty of as far as I know, and then driving reckless and endangering other people.

They told me, I would be locked up for a long time, I didn’t have much to lose now did I?!
They told me my behavior in prison would add to the years they had put on my slate, they would make sure, I would be here till I was old and grey… did that make sense?!

The first weeks I tried to explain my situation, I tried to make them see, but it worsened it all, so after 8 weeks I gave up. This was it… more weeks passed and I knew, they had the reign over the situation and I had nothing to do against it.

That’s when I made myself invisible, as far as it was going, I heard rumors about break out plans, and the more days passed the more this idea was intriguing me. I had nothing to lose, right?

“Dawson!” My door was opened and I stood back, my hands held up to show I didn’t have anything dangerous in them “You get a roommate… your time of luxury are over. Jennifer Solis, she will be brought to your cell today, so get your shit together and make some space, or I will do that”

With that the door window closed again and I dropped back on my bed, or hers whatever, I would keep mine till the day I would get out of here, I needed to get out of here. And maybe she could help me with that…

I watched the scene play before me, I knew the woman who would be my roommate was sitting there, and I saw how Yanilza walked up to her. She had to try out every new inmate, she just couldn’t stay away, showing she was the man.. or well woman here.

A whole crowd had built around the scene and I rolled my eyes, I needed the girl to be on her best condition, I needed her to bond with me and find out why she was here. I needed a new person I trusted, especially since we were supposed to sharing a cell.

I stepped between the fighting girls, before one of the prison guards would see the crowd of people gathered and threw the new girl into the hell cell, as I called the room without the window and food, or anything at all to be except.

I turned towards the girl with the disheveled hair and the troublemaker look, I put a smile on my face, and it wasn’t even a fake one, she could be just the one person I needed, I think we will get along great... She just had to agree to my plan "Are you okay, sweetie?"

She shrugged and wiped the blood from her mouth before answering me. "I guess."

"Listen, I know it's your first day here, but you got really lucky. She could've fucked you up, bad. Yani's here on a life sentence so she has nothing to lose."

"Yeah, well, so do I." She sighed and that peaked my interest, she has nothing to lose too, well, maybe this would be easier than I thought, I just had to make sure I could trust her, and show her she could trust me.

"My name's Lil." I said giving her my nickname and patted her on the back. "You're lucky I know who you are, roomie."

She groaned and looked at me, probably with annoyance, she would get used to me. I haven’t felt this good in here… well ever, so she better get used to it, I finally had a plan and she would see that was the only way soon too. "Are you always this fucking happy?"

I winked at her "Only when I want to be. You owe me one, Jenny, and I know exactly how you can repay me."

We started walking towards the stairs "Don't call me that. It's Jen." I chuckle and turn to her with another bright smile "Whatever you say, Jenny."


Jen told me she was innocent here, but weren’t most of us that? She pleaded guilty to get an easier sentence, without knowing what had really happened and what she gotten herself into with admitting her guilt.

I told her about my case, that was the easiest way to come up with a talk and she listened to me without asking much of a question. I liked that about her, she listened to everything and asked afterwards, she didn’t judge, well much… and I didn’t do that either.

“You believe me?” She had asked after telling me her story and I nodded “I do.”
“But why, no one else does” She questioned and I shrug “I trust you, why would you lie to me”

That seemed to throw her of guard, while I turned around and read the small note that was sneaked into our cell earlier that day.
Jen seemed to still have to deal with her new fate, even after a week, but she would get there…

I have been missing you for more than 15 nights
I trust you, its almost 2
Weather will be Brilliant again when I see you

I fold the small note and knew what those three random sentences mean, the break out was planned for the 15th night from today, only two people, meaning me and my inmate, Area B was meant with the Brilliant weather.

I sighed and couldn’t believe it, was this really the chance to escape, would it work out?!
During the next day’s I talked to Jen more intensely, and while she still acted annoyed with me every now and then I knew she liked me, we were a pretty good time and I taught her the things I learned during my time here and tonight I would tell her about the plan, I just hoped I was right with my inner feeling, and that I could trust her, if not… well I was fucked, probably even longer than forever.

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