A/N: No bad reviews so far :P So I guess I'll keep my army of escaped convicts in the cupboard for now…

"Tweener!" I exclaimed as I recognised the guy who just stepped into the living room.

"Marit, I'm sorry to bother you with this, but we need a place to lay low…", Tweener said with a guilty look in his eyes.

"You broke out of prison?! You took these…these…creeps with you?!" I yelled at him.

Tweener and I had been friends when we were at high school, but we lost touch when he started to hang out with the wrong kind of people. I knew he had gone to prison and I felt sorry for him, but I'd never visited him in prison. I just couldn't face it.

"Marit, please calm down! I'm really, really sorry about this, but we don't have anywhere else to go. The police are all over the place!" Tweener explained and even though I could tell he felt sorry for me, I couldn't help but be angry and terrified.

I walked towards him and slapped him across his face.

"You expect me to hide six escaped prisoners in my home? I trust you, but I don't trust these madmen! How dare you bring them to my house? They threatened me!" I shrieked.

I was about to slap him again in frustration, but Michael dragged me away from him and pushed me down on the couch.

"Calm down, girl, we're not madmen. We're merely asking you to let us stay here for a little while", he said quietly.

I glared and looked up at him. "Asking? You and Mr Mob over there actually threatened me, remember? I never heard you ask me anything politely!"

Michael sighed and put his hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged him off.

"Don't touch me", I hissed and clenched my fists. I stared out of the window and saw it had begun to rain harder, much harder.

The phone rang.

I looked at Michael, I figured he was the 'leader of the gang.'

"Can I pick up the phone? It might be my parents, they get worried if I don't answer…", I asked him as I reached for the phone.

Within a second T-bag's fingers closed around my wrist and he held the kitchen knife against my throat.

"You're going to tell them everything is alright, got it, love?"

I nodded and my hand trembled as T-bag released my wrist to let me answer the phone.

"Marit speaking", I said with a hoarse voice.

"Oh, hi mum. No everything is fine…you what?...you're not coming home tonight? Why not?...I see…no I'll be fine…bye…", I hung up and bit my lip.

"What did she say?" Tweener asked me and sat down next to me.

"She said they're not coming home tonight, dad has been drinking and she doesn't dare to drive home at night in the rain. They're at a friend's birthday party and they are invited to spend the night there", I mumbled, realising I would be alone with the six men for a while.

"That's good news. All we have to do is tie her up and relax for a few hours. The police will think we've already crossed the state border by now", Sucre said happily and got himself a slice of pizza.

"You're doing no such thing. We agreed we'd leave her alone", Tweener got up and faced the tall Puerto Rican.

"Leave her alone? To run out and get the police?" Abruzzi chuckled as he approached me.

That's it. I suddenly decided to make a run for it. I jumped up and made a wild dash for the front door. Bad move, always a bad move…

A/N: Ooh, little cliffhanger there. Please review! Let me know if I should continue this or not… : )