Chapter Nine
Lacey
I sat up, blinking, trying not to stare at the blinding light that was in my room. "Ow…" I groaned as I sat up and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. I crossed to the corner of my room where my trunk was. I had put in the staff Chandler had given me and I took it out. I think it was time to start practicing. I swung the staff around the room to be hit upside the head with it. "Ow!" I said, rubbing the spot of my head. After a couple hours, I finally got some moves down. I quickly hid it as a Dementor creeped around my bar cell and slipped in lunch. But what's weird is it held a salad, some orange juice and some applesauce. "What's this—" "SH!" I heard a whisper from a boy. "Who are you?" I asked, sliding my lunch towards me, though I didn't eat it. I didn't want it to be poisoned.
"It's Kyle!" He said through gritted teeth while another Dementor passed his shift. My eyes widened. "Kyle?! What—" "I'm not going. I'm not escaping. I can't." He whispered. "Why?" I asked, trying to get close but not too close to the bars enough to be suspicious. "I can't leave this place. It's my home, the only place I've ever known, Lacey. It's the best for me, and it's the best for Ashley, too. I know she'll be heart broken, but it's the best for her—"
Suddenly, a loud clank of bars came from the C section of cells. "Let me out!" A boy screamed, shaking the bars violently. I couldn't see him, though I wish I could. "It's no use!" Chandler said from the B section. "You can't get out of this place, kid!" Sage yelled. "What did you just call me?" The boy hissed through gritted teeth. "I called you a kid! That's what we do here! Get used to it." She hissed back and I heard the springs of her bed give a threatening squeak as if the bed would collapse on itself. "Be careful around here!" I said to him as low as I could but loud enough for him to hear me. He just grunted as if not hearing my response and sat down on his bed. Who was this boy?
