Hey everyone. Did you enjoy the first chapter? I had fun writeing it. Hope you like chapter two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break
I swim up to the surface of water and look up at the bridge for the man. He is nowhere to be seen. I swim over to the side of the river and wade out onto the river bank. I ring out my air and cloths before taking a seat on the bank. I really should have thought this through. Michael and the rest of the escapees are okay, but what am I supposed to do now. I have nowhere to go, nothing dry to wear, and have no damn idea how I'm getting to Utah. I lay back against the leaves that had fallen onto the ground and try to think of what to do next. Where can I go to get everything I need to get where I need to go? I quickly jump up when the answer erupts in my mind.
"How could I be so stupid," I laugh to my self as I kick of my wet shoes. My ankle still sore - but getting used to the pain I begin to jog through the woods in the direction of town. I cautiously walk barefoot down the streets, watching my surroundings - taking in ever detail. I soon reach an old apartment building and make my way inside. I sneak my way to the top floor to room two hundred twenty - my lawyers - Ophelia's apartment. I look up and down the empty hallway for her spare key and find it in a potted plant. I slip the silver key into the doorknob, unlock the door and enter her well kept apartment.
The walls are painted with a powder blue and her furniture a dark brown leather. I close the door behind me and lock it. I rush into the back bedroom I pull open the doors of Ophelia's wardrobe. She wont mined if I 'barrow' some things. I find one of her old hiking bags and throw it down on her bed. I fill it with enough cloths to last a week or so then head to the shoe closet. I pull out a pair of sneakers, heels, flats, and boots. I shove them into the bag with everything else. I head to the bathroom for my final stop before I hit the road for Utah.
I step in front of the mirror and push my hair back behind my ears. My tired eyes drop down into purple bags. My lips cracked from the lack of liquid in my body. I strip out of the wet cloths and look at the clock it's four o'clock - Ophelia will be home in two hours. I have time for a shower. I step into the porcelain tub and turn of the steaming hot water. The water washes the dirt and blood from my skin and soon feel clean and refreshed for the first time in a long time. I shut of the water and grab a towel from the rack. I wrap it around my cells and walk into Ophelia's room where I have everything ready to go.
I quickly dry off and pull on underclothing, jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. I throw the bag over my shoulder and head for the bedroom door when I here the front door open and shut. I open the bedroom door open enough just to see out it. There entering Ophelia's house is Ophelia and the man from the cemetery. I open my eyes wide in shock. They take a seat on the couch and the man puts his arm around Ophelias' shoulders. Ophelia - my lawyer - and a FBI agent - one that is after me are in a romantic relationship. She Can't know I'm here - or she'll turn me in!
I look around the room in panic as me heat rate rises. How am I going to get out of here unnoticed? I look back out the door to see that Ophelia and the man had began to watch a movie. Suddenly the man gets a call on his cell phone and he stands up. "Alex - just let the other guys get him - I know there are eight escaped convicts out there - but we haven't spent time together in what feels like forever," Ophelia says as she gets up to stop him from leaving.
"You know I have to go -" He says apologetically.
Ophelia grabs the caller of his jacket and pulls him in for a kiss. I jump back not wanting to watch and accidentally knock the lamp off of the bedside table. "Shit!" I whisper to my self in stupidity. I quickly go back to the door to see Ophelia in a panic.
"I'll go check it out," Alex says as he draws his gun.
I quickly stand and head for the window. I quickly open it and I look back over my shoulder just as the door swings open. I almost freeze in fear as Alex's eye meet mine. Before he can do anything I rush out onto the fire escape and run down on to the street filled with people. With the bag over my shoulder I run down the street hoping not to make a scene. I come to the end of the street where my head begins to pound with frustration once more. How am I supposed to get to Utah! And where am I supposed to go when I get there?