"Wait here, and Doctor Wilson will see you," Bellick spat, he was pissed off, for one, Pope was pissed off with him, Two, Doctor Nikole insulted him, but he didn't know what she meant, and three, he wasn't in the mood today for anything.
Olivia still standing in cuffs nodded, she glanced back in to the office seeing Doctor Wilson, with Michael as he was sitting in the office with her.
Michael smiled to Nikole, "Funny seeing you here after what happened yesterday," he smiled while watching Nikole inject his arm, his eyes going to the window seeing Olivia sitting out staring at him.
"The world doesn't stop just because of a prison riot, Michael." Nikole cleaned the injection site, carefully. Pulling her gloves off she was wearing her engagement ring today actually on her finger instead of in a box on her desk. It was a silver band with a triangle cut Diamond, nothing to fancy, just perfect for her, checking a chart. "Michael;" her voice different, as the question she pondered most of last night rise to the surface of her thoughts, "how did you... Know where to go? How did you find me?" She watched his eyes.
Michael kept quiet for a while, he didn't really think this one through, but kept still trying to keep himself cool. "One of my first jobs on PI," he nodded while watching her hand, seeing the ring, "We was cleaning out Toxic mold," he kept watching her, "I hate them stupid masks we had to wear." he got to his feet, still staring at the ring, "I'll see you tomorrow," he walked away from the office looking to Olivia as he was being cuffed by a CO to be taken to the Yard, he didn't say anything, but felt odd seeing her here.
Olivia got up getting uncuffed as she walked into the office, "Morning," she now sat where Michael sat, "Why was Michael here?
"Morning." Nikole said before, putting down Michael's chart, "He's Diabetic - daily insulin shot." She said casually, looking over Olivia, she brushed her fingers down her long sleeved crimson shirt, taking the wrinkles from it.
For a second Olivia kept still on the chair while seeing Michael being taking back to the yard possibly, but all she kept looking to Nikole now, "I've known him since Middle school," she felt odd, "I," she stopped talking, the fact was, she had the best memory in the world, she'd remember if Michael was a Diabetic, but nothing was coming up.
"You, what?" Nikole asked her, her blue eyes looking over her facial expression as if she was trying to remember something. "Olivia?" She asked tilting her head again before reaching over picking up the Birth Control pill and a plastic cup of water, the usual routine with Olivia.
"Nothing," her voice light, but for a second she couldn't figure anything out. "I mean, I knew him, but I never really thought he was diabetic," she sighed, "Guess we wasn't as close as I thought we were." she took the pill knocking it back before sipping the water, she opened her mouth to prove she'd taken it.
Checking to make sure the pill was gone, Nikole nodded, "Oh, well - Lollipop?" Nikole held out a Strawberry lollipop, she was running low on flavours. Her mind started clicking, being a diabetic wasn't something you could hide that well.
"Thank you," Olivia kept smiling while looking to the woman's face, "you know, you're a lot nicer than the medical people I've known." she got up trying to figure out why Michael would of lied to her about diabetes. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked, she didn't want to see the other woman.
Nikole laughed lightly, "Thanks and yes, same time tomorrow." She signed off on Olivia's daily chart that would go into her medical folder. "Also - within the next week, I'll have to start giving you vaginal examinations every two weeks... Standard procedure to make sure no sexual assault is occurring."
Stopping, "A what!" she glanced down, "oh you don't wanna see down there." she kept serious, "I mean, I'm not aloud to do much," she felt weird, "I mean I have CO's watching me shave my legs..." she nodded.
"I didn't say I wanted to do it, I have to do it, every two weeks and trust me, I've probably seen worse and I'm not comparing." Nikole than paused, "Its either Doctor Tancredi doing it - or myself, your choice."
"So, right, I'll have you do that, when you can." Olivia pointed while looking to the CO, "Just if you do it, I don't want that Tancredi touch me, I think she might be gay..."
"Come on Hart, we've got word from Pope, you're on PI," Lewis then looked to Nikole with a smile, "You, did you bring the DVD I lent you back?" he asked with a smile.
Looking over Lewis, "I sure did, Lew." Nikole grinned, "It's actually down in my car, if you want I can get it at lunch and bring it down to the break room?" Her blue eyes twinkling softly looking over the African American man.
Olivia looked from Lewis to Nikole and back, she didn't know much of Lewis, but he seemed to spend a lot of time with the death row inmates, "Hey Lewis, want a little Vanilla with your coco?" she asked with a giggle.
Lewis laughed, he glanced to Nikole, "you see what I have to put up with," he looked light hearted, "Hey, I'm good, bring by the break Room, I'll keep Bellick off your back also."
"Poor bastard, should probably order him a mail bride - but I'd feel sorry for the bride." She coughed, winking and seeing Olivia, "You behave yourself, missy!" She laughed.
Sara walked into the office after Olivia left, "So," she looked over Olivia's paper work, "Did I miss anything?" she asked while keeping her cool, she found herself looking around the office for anything.
"Not really no, we seem to be caught up on most of our paper work." Nikole looked over Sara for the first time since she walked into the room. "If you want, you can help Katie restock the medical supplies?"
Sara kept looking around the desk that was Nikole's, and then nodded, "well," she kept her tone light. "That Olivia, you told her about the Vaginal exam, I can do that for you if you want me to?" she asked looking over the woman who looked like she had a lot on her mind.
Nikole was sitting at her desk, in the not so comfortable - not so uncomfortable chair. Rubbing her forehead she glanced to her engagement ring before looking to Sara; "That's real kind of you to offer but, Olivia has personally requested me."
Sara kept looking confused, "Why would that be?" she sat on the edge of the desk looking to Nikole, the look on her face was still trying to work out why this was happening, first Michael and now Olivia, it was like Nikole didn't trust her one on one with inmates.
"Hmm?" Nikole hadn't been fully listening to Sara talking, leaning back in her chair, her fingers tapping against the arm. "Oh - I guess Olivia's just comfortable with me. I try not to make uncomfortable situations if they can be avoided." She nodded.
"Right," Sara glanced to the window, then looking to the wall, "I better get the innovatory started," she kept looking to Nikole with a look in her eyes, but kept walking away.
Nikole held the white phone to her ear, listening to it ring, before someone picked up. "Depart of corrections how may I direct your call?" A woman answered.
"Prison Industries Department please." Nikole used her professional voice.
Hearing the connecting dial tone, she listened as a man answered. "How can I help you?"
"Josh! Its Nikole." She smiled over the phone. "Oh! Nikole - what can I do for you Doc?"
"I was just wondering, when you assigned P.I. to do a toxic mold removal inside the Prison Crawl spaces?" She was confused, itching her head.
The line was silent for a minute, before Josh cleared his throat. "We never sent P.I. to do that, we never would... Its to dangerous."
Nikole felt her heart sink. "Oh, sorry - must've heard wrong... Thanks."
"No problem." Josh said.
Nikole brought the phone back, hanging it up, staring off into the wall.
"I try, I honestly try," she kept looking to Lewis, "So, PI," she looked to the CO talking her away, "Yes, Pope said you need something to take your mind off," he stopped talking.
"My Vaginal exam," she entered while looking to his face, "I know, you don't want to rub in," she kept walking with him.
Lewis exhaled, "I just don't see why a pretty young thing like you, is getting the chair," he kept walking with her, it was his job, but he didn't have to like it.
"Right, PI, one rule," Lewis took her cuffs off, the men getting dressed for PI, "No funny business with the men," he kept watching her, "you hear that boys?"
Michael looked up when he had gotten dressed, "Olivia?" he kept watching her, "What are doing here?" he asked Lewis.
"Pope wants her on PI, she's here!" he pointed out, "now no dawdling..."
Lincoln stood at his corner locker, pulling on the blue PI gear, except his as a little tan square path on his shoulder so they could keep track of him as a Death Row inmate over the General-populations.
"Oh Papi, it's like... Fate." Fernando whispered, pulling on blue overalls.
Michael's eyes snapped to Sucre, "No, no, not fate," he waved his hand in front of Sucre's face. "I used to be friends with her, she's not big on flirting guys," he looked confused, "She didn't ever have a boyfriend."
Olivia walked into the area away from the men, she found herself looking to PI gear given to her, and she found it weird being stared at.
Abruzzi walked over to Michael, "We've got enough trouble with T-Bag, but," he glanced to Olivia and back, "How we going to keep her in the dark, with route 66?"
Fernando had been listening, as he was right behind Michael, "Uhm, yeah Fish how IS that gonna work?" He snapped up the overalls snapped. Seeing Lincoln joining the three-man line up with them.
"We could tell her." Lincoln was casual about it.
Michael looked from Sucre to Lincoln, finally to Abruzzi, "Linc," he spoke more to his brother, "I'm not planning on anyone coming that are not needed." he looked to Sucre, "Don't flirt with her," he finally glanced to Abruzzi, "T-Bag is going to be found out about what he did," he nodded, "But I am not having him on the plan."
Abruzzi looked serious, "There is another way, a lot can happen to him, cos I ain't getting him no PI card."
"You can't kill him - that wont work and if he gets caught about what he did to Bob, he'll spill everything to Pope!" Fernando looked nervous, playing with the snaps on his overalls.
"Michael, I kind of, owe her - she kind of helped saving my life during the Riot." Lincoln exhaled.
"Easy enough, maybe we need more pipe - maybe a rake breaks?" Fernando felt awkward, as Lincoln looked mildly pissed off. "Better get to work than." He went into one of his, don't talk to me I'm pissed off at you modes.
Michael nodded, "Yes," he kept looking to Olivia as she walked over to them all now. "Olivia," he said her name with a dead tone, he walked passed her, with Abruzzi behind him.
For a second Olivia kept looking to the rest of the people near her, "I have no idea what that was about." her eyes looking around, "I'm Olivia by the way," she held her gaze with the Latino man, "Nice to meet you."
Fernando kept a still face, "Fernando, nice to meet you." He smiled a white smile, at her, not so much flirting but showing her I wont rape you in the dark corner.
"Well, it's going to be nice to work with you," she glanced over to where Lincoln was sporting his normal pissed off look, "right, well after this I've got a visit with my daughter, so I don't want to smell like shit." she nodded following where Michael and Abruzzi went.
Fernando stared at the back of her head as they exited the locker rooms. "Daughter?" He stared; she looked no more than twenty, now he felt like a paedophile.
Standing in the work shed, they had failed getting into the storage shed, now a break room for COs, all the men looking out the window, it seemed that non of them were going to get into it.
"So, what did I miss?" Olivia walked in; she brushed the dirt from her forehead from digging, all on her own.
Michael turned around, "Nothing, did you finish?" he asked looking serious.
"Yeah, gonna call it, need to get ready for visitation," she kept her eyes on Michael, "only see my daughter ever so often, but then you wouldn't know, cos you don't seem to care about anything much." she turned walking away.
Abruzzi touched Michael's shoulder, "It's for the best, keep the plan slim, less bulk," he walked away leaving Michael and Sucre with Lincoln.
Fernando had been looking over the spot where Olivia had been standing now empty. His brown eyes were looking back to Michael. "I think - you lot upset her." His two fingers pointed at Michael and Lincoln.
Lincoln pulling the snaps on his overalls apart, "Wouldn't be happening if she knew..." He glared slightly toward Fernando heading to his locker.
Michael looked over to Lincoln, "Why do you care Lincoln," he kept focused on his brother. But then kept looking around the shed, "Cos haven't you got a visit with LJ?" he now walked away leaving Lincoln on his own.
Sitting in the waiting room for visitation, Elle May was sat next to her grandmother, who was reading a book, blind to the world. She kept brushing her long blonde hair behind her ear, then looking at an older boy sitting on his own. She gave him a small smile.
L.J. had been sitting by himself, dark blue jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt, his blonde-brown hair combed into a natural style, he noticed the younger girl, flashing a small smile in return of hers, his fingers playing with his phone, five minutes until visitation.
Rubbing the back of his neck L.J. looked around the empty room except for them and what looked to be the girls grandmother. "Uh yes, should I know you?" His voice was manly enough for a Fifteen year old.
Elle May played with her zipper on her hoodie, "Just, I got to the prep school, and a girl who's years above me, talks about you a lot." she kept focused, "But she likes you, cos your dad's on death row, said it makes you dangerous," she looked to her feet for a second, "Yes, she calls me a freak, cos my mom's here."
L.J. felt a little awkwardly about this, "Your name Elle Mary?" He was staring at the list on the wall where visitors signed in to the visitation area.
"May," Elle May said looking to the clock on the wall, "not Mary, May," she then exhaled, "also Mary is the girl who is going around calling you her boyfriend," she kept serious, looking to her Grandmother who was still reading, completely in her own world, "But thought you should know, she's a total bitch..." she felt a crack around her arm, "OW!"
"Language Elle May, I brought you up to know better." her voice a low hiss.
"Sorry, can't read hand writing." L.J. kept his eyes averted to where her grandmother had given her a smack. "Mary..." He tried to think of the name, shrugging one shoulder; "Tell Mary I'm seeing someone else so that's impossible."
"Don't worry, I will..." she kept smiling while looking to Her Grandmother.
"LJ Burrows, Elle Mary Hart," A CO said looking to the two kids in the room.
Elle May stood up, "May," she got to her feet, "See you soon Nana," she brushed her shirt down.
Letting Elle May walk in first, L.J. followed behind looking at the different tables, before the seating area with a cage on one side, he exhaled, seeing his dad being buzzing into the visitation centre Y-Cuffed. He started walking toward that area carefully.
Elle May didn't walk, she jogged to where her mother was sitting, she sat down in front of her for a minute, she just smiled. "Mama," she spoke looking through the glass.
"Hey Elle," Olivia smiled while looking to her little girl, "what have you got on your face?"
Elle May laughed, "It's mascara mama," she folded her arms looking to her mother's face.
"Make up," she laughed, "you're only eleven," she kept her face focused.
Rolling her eyes, Elle May sighed, "Well, Grandma took me bra shopping," she side glanced.
"Bra, make up, you're growing up too fast," she kept looking to her daughter's face.
Elle May nodded, "well, I'm growing up, I wanted to go to a publish school, but Grandma said, it's for my own Good, so I'm stuck with girls who are prettier than me," she folded her arms.
L.J. took his seat, looking as his dad sat down; Lincoln laced his fingers together on his lap. Looking over L.J. "Growing a beard?" Lincoln cracked a joke as L.J. dawned small very hard to see paths of facial hair.
L.J. half smiled. "Something like that." His voice was now nervous. His eyes the same colour as his dads, looking across the tan jumpsuit. "Dad?" He looked nervous.
"Yeah?" Lincoln lent forward a bit. "Remember that time..." L.J. started up.
"You're a pretty girl," Olivia smiled, "You take after me, too much," she looked to her daughter trying to imagine the glass wasn't there, that she kept looking to the girl. Her daughter, "You are beautiful,"
"Mom, you don't have to lie," Elle May kept looking through the glass, "I'm boring," she kept focused, "Mary, she's fifteen, and she told me, that if I don't get practising now, I'll never get a good enough boyfriend."
"Well this Mary, needs a slap, you don't need to think about boys, you're eleven, not old enough to think like that."
"That summer before fifth grade, when I stayed with you a couple weeks, and you thought I broke your glass coffee table?" L.J. played with his bottom lip as Lincoln nodded, watching him.
"And when you came home, I said I didn't do it. But you told me you could care less about the coffee table, you just didn't want me lying to you? And you said I'd feel a lot better if I just told you the truth. And you promised not to be angry." He continued his voice dropped looking sadly at his dad.
"I remember." Lincoln nodded.
"Well, I broke it." L.J. let out a long exhale.
Lincoln looked up at the clock and back to L.J. "I know."
"You know, if there's anything that you want to get off your chest, you can tell me. And I promise I won't get angry..." He just wanted the truth.
"You wanna know if I killed that man." Lincoln stared into his son's eyes.
"Mom, you don't slap the most popular girl in school," Elle May sighed, "I mean, she's like my mentor."
"Well you need a mentor, that isn't telling you, to grow up before you have to, Elle, you're still a child."
"No, I'm nearly twelve, and I got my period, so Nana said I'm a woman now."
"No, you're a child, and stop wanting to grow up fast, enjoy your childhood while you can, and boys are just a waste at your age," Olivia bit her lip, "please, for me."
"Mom, seriously, I'm not stupid, plus," she stopped talking. "I won't end up like you,"
"And what is that supposed to mean Elle May?" her eyes focused now.
Elle May looked up to her mother, "I'm not going to be stupid, and get knocked up like Nana told me."
L.J. shifted awkwardly, he nodded slowly and Lincoln let out a long sigh, "I uh." His voice different, "Went there planning to do something wrong. But I didn't kill that guy. Someone's working hard to make it look like I did. Anyway, there's a chance the execution may not happen." Lincoln wasn't sure if he should've said that.
"What?" L.J. asked, his eyebrows were knitted together.
"Veronica's working on my case, and I got a reporter coming today who actually believes I'm innocent. So I ain't dead yet. L.J., look at me. You gotta have faith, kid. Just have a little faith." His last words were soft.
L.J. kept staring but slowly nodded.
He winced when the visitation alarm went off.
A C.O. in the corner speaking loudly, "Visitation is over! Wrap it up!" He nodded.
Olivia listened to the alarm, "Elle, look, if you think what I did was a stupid mistake, you won't be standing here, and I never saw what I did as a mistake, cos I got you out of it," she spoke through the CO yelling, "Please just think of what I'm telling you..." she watched Elle May stand up.
"Okay, okay mom, I love you," she touched the glass, I'll see you next week," she got up seeing L.J walking away also. "Erm," she looked to him, "I know it's a bit much, me being forward and all," she kept looking back to her mom, and L.J's father, "Can I give you my number," she paused, "nothing like that, just I know your dad is being, and my mom is too, so not many kids out there know what it's like to be in our shoes,"
L.J. thought it over in his head, taking out his Silver flip phone, "Yeah - why not." He made a new contact profile on his cell phone and held it out to her, "Program away." L.J. wasn't sure what it was about the younger girl, he felt like he had a connection with her, nothing sexually. Just a connection, and more so than their parents being on Death row.
Elle May took the phone typing her number, and named it EM, looking at him with a smile, "you can drop call me, if you want me to have your number," she nodded seeing her Grandmother, where she left her still reading, "Us death row kids have to stick together," she nodded before getting to her Grandmother putting her book away, then looked to LJ shaking her head before walking away with Elle May.
Olivia looking to the CO, before looking to Linc, "That your kid?" she asked him while they walked, "He looks like you." she added while trying to not be too awkward.
"Yup; the one and the only." Lincoln was in that moment of depression where he was never going to see son grow up. "That yours? She kind of looks like you." He said the same thing to her, except changing a couple of the words.
"Yup the reason my mother called me a harlot, a disappointment, and basically, leave her home and never look back." Olivia exhaled, "Elle has her father's eyes though," she kept walking, "Funny, my dad thought Elle was Michael's." she looked forward trying not to laugh at the thought, plus the memory of that moment.
Lincoln felt a tad awkward about that, just for a fraction of a second, "That's silly - Michael's a virgin." He refused to believe his little brother at any point in time during his life had 'gotten busy.'
Olivia laughed, "I doubt it Lincoln," she felt her eyes looking up to him, "I mean, he told me, he did it with Julie Bennett, his prom date," she nodded, "plus after that, Julie went around saying nerds are the best." she kept looking up, "plus everyone assumed me and Michael were."
Lincoln narrowed his eyes, he couldn't cover his ears beside the Y-Cuffs didn't permit it. "Lalalalalala - NOT a conversation I'm having!" He walked a little faster.
"Oh my God," Olivia started to laugh, "No!" she tried to stop, "Just no, Linc, no," she tried to stop laughing, but Lewis was laughing now.
"You and the smart kid," Lewis looked to Olivia, "Really?"
"No Lewis," Olivia looked back to him, "We may of kissed, like once," she said feeling herself calm down, "But his response was, 'kissing you, is like kissing my brother'" she avoided Lincoln's eyes, "I didn't talk to him for three weeks after that."
Lincoln had this look upon his face, which was the most hilarious thing seen in a while, "Do we all really have to know about this? I mean like... The fact - no... Just... I'd like to go back in my cell now." He looked pleading at Lewis.
"Oh come off it," Olivia looked to him with a serious expression, "I mean, I come over one weekend, and you needed to learn to use a lock!" she nodded, "So, really, there is things that happened at your apartment, I don't want to remember, like that girl you brought home, and me and Michael slept with earplugs, and could still hear."
"Well it's a good thing you didn't last that long..." she looked to her cell, "and she couldn't get out there fast enough." she kept her gaze ice cold.
"Well I better split you two up before this gets too hard not to," he glanced to Lincoln, "also, your reporter will be here in twenty, so be ready." he put them back in their cells, and laughed.
Inside A-Wings General population, Cell forty. Fernando was sitting down on the tiny stool in their cell, his eyes looking over Michael. "We'll just have to get ourselves into the guards room... " He nodded.
Michael kept looking to the wall, "Well I talked to Westmoreland," he kept serious, "Even got him his cat back," he sighed, "but nothing," he looked to the outside of the cells seeing Bellick was on the tiers pulling a cell apart, "We've got to do something soon..." he felt helpless.
Fernando made a face, "You sure he doesn't want in on the escape?" He watched a bunk mattress being tossed over the tiers; Bellick was being a real ass lately. Since he couldn't find out who killed Bob right away.
"No," he kept got from his bunk walking out, he could see a lot of inmates who'd finished using the showers, he glanced to Sucre, but seeing the look on other inmates faces around his cell, and finally Westmoreland's face, as he walked into his cell, he looked helpless. "But we've got to work something soon, or we're screwed, and not in a good way."
"Getting screwed while being in Prison - it never good Papi..." Fernando trailed off as inmates from the second tier returned to their cells whispering hushed. "That's sick man!" Another Latino inmate said. Fernando whispered, "Hey, Chino - what's sick?" He asked seeing the look of most inmates face.
"Westmoreland's, cat - its dead and it didn't die on its own, 'Nando." Chino glanced down toward Bellick who was walking by the first tier cells, his eyes narrowing toward Charles' cell with an unpleased sneer across his lips.
Michael felt a slow sinking sensation in his stomach, the feeling that he couldn't believe all this was happening. But he glanced to Sucre, back to Bellick before going back into the cell, this was getting tighter, sooner or later, Bellick was going to get to their cell, sell the hole, and most of all there was nothing he could do to stop it, unless someone else turned T-Bag in.
"Papi, you are right, we need to do something fast..." Fernando watched Charles, walking out of his cell, holding his dead cat. Tears streaking down his cheeks, CO Mack and Lewis were standing by the A-Wing gate for him, looking unpleased.
For a second Michael just kept focused, "Maybe we have to do something." he didn't really know how to deal with it. "I just think tomorrow we've got to work something out with Linc and John."
Nodding again, Fernando turned, pulling himself up on his bunk, looking down at Michael. "Rumours have it, Abruzzi is losing his status in Fox River."
Elle May was sitting in her bedroom, her eyes kept looking around the walls, her favourite posters, her eyes focused on her homework, but her eyes shifted to her phone starting to vibrate across her desk, she picked it up, she glanced over the message, Save this photo, this man kill my mother. The message shocked her, but she glanced to the photo. Quickly she typed back, LJ, what are you on?
L.J. running across the back alley way of his neighbour hood, barefoot, kept looking behind himself every few minutes, his fingers shaking as his cell phone beeped alerting him of a message, reading over it quick, he replied; I need you help! Please!
For a second Elle May kept looking to the phone, the message, it was weird. Her fingers hovered over the keys of her phone, but she inhaled. Yeah, I'll help, meet you at the park, with the big rocket climbing frame slide, in twenty, what you need? Her eyes looking to the clock on her bedroom wall, her stomach felt like she was doing something bad.
L.J. barely stopped running long enough to reply, he seemed for the moment to have lost the man who tried shooting him before he ran off. Shoes, food... Anything! He panicked, running across a crosswalk toward the park she described.
Okay, I am on it, I'll see you in twenty minutes. Elle May glanced to the time again, she knew that this wasn't going to be too hard, she could hear the TV downstairs, she crept into her grandparents room, she found herself into her grandfather's closet, taking out some running shoes. She placed them on her bed before rushing into the kitchen, the TV louder, making her grateful, she looked around pulling random food, shifting her eyes rushing back to her bedroom, pulling out her sports bad, she slipped everything into it, anything LJ could need. Finally she made her bed over pillows, finishing off with a wig over a bed before turning the light off.
Opening the window, Elle May had her sports bag over her shoulder before sneaking out the window, holding onto the drainpipe, she lightly closed the window to, but quickly climbed down the pipe before running off into the darkness.
Pacing, back and forth in the park, trying to keep his feet warm, but his toes felt like they were freezing off. His arms crossed tight over his chest. His cell phone clenched tightly in his fist, glad it was fully charged before his running off from the house.
Green eyes kept darting around the park that was lit by streetlights, for Elle May.
Running, she ran but when she got to the park seeing LJ in the park by the slide, she ran faster getting to his side dropping the bag, "What happened to you?" she asked looking up to him, she felt like it was something horrible, but in the message, "Why would someone kill your mom?"
"Because it's the same people who framed my dad!" L.J. said anxiously, dropping into the gravel by the slide. He couldn't wait, pulling open the bag, quickly and taking the shoes, he pulled them on, "Thank you!" He looked up at her, but she was so young. He shouldn't have brought her into this.
"Some one," she kept looking around, "But that sounds like something you hear on, well not in real life." she folded her arms, "but I saved the photo on my phone, but," she could see him shaking, "I put some brandy in there, it helps calm nerves, or so I read." she sat down on a swing looking to LJ, "Why are you running?"
"They killed my mom! They were going to kill me!" L.J. squeaked, pulling out the brandy bottle, taking the screw top off, downing a long swig he almost choked on it, it warmed his body, "I should've have brought you into this, I'm sorry." He exhaled.
Elle May knew what he was saying was right; she should be going home right now. "But where will you go?" she asked feeling lost, "I mean, if they kill, I mean, can't you just call the police? Tell them about it." she looked to LJ, she knew in his eyes she was just some kid, but she had to grow up fast with her life.
"They are bigger than the police." L.J. nodded, watching her, as he took another drink of the Brandy.
"I'll... I'll go... Somewhere." Nodding again, standing up. He came to sit on the swing beside her.
"Sucks," Elle May started to swing, "I mean, your dad didn't kill anyone," her eyes kept focused on his in the dark. "My mom killed my Dad in self defence," she glanced up to the moon now, "My mom doesn't know I know, but my grandpa told me, said that, my mom told him that he was going to kill her, so she stabbed him."
L.J. sat still on the swing, before carefully using his now shoed feet to swing slowly. "Oh -well that isn't really fair." L.J. pointed out. Before his eyes went huge, two men in suits were walking across the street toward the park gates. "They're here!" He stood up fast.
Elle May looked to the two men, one was holding up a gun, "Shit!" she quickly looked to LJ, "Run!" she picked up the bag, she grabbed his hand as the two of them now started to run into the darkness until out of sight.
Even in the darkness of the back streets. L.J. kept running his fingers laced with Elle May's so she didn't lag behind.
He ran with her until his legs couldn't go anymore. The both of them stopping, and L.J. exhaling and inhaling sharply. Trying to caught his breath back as his lungs burnt from all the extra Carbon Dioxide inside them.