I just finished hiding my journal again when Abruzzi came back into the cell. He didn't even acknowledge my existence; he just hopped onto his bunk. I rolled my eyes and sighed. There was no way in hell that we weren't going to talk about this.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself," I shouted jumping off my bunk.
He just stared at me and then hopped off his bunk.
"Whatever do you mean, Bella," Abruzzi smirked.
"I think you know exactly what I mean!"
Abruzzi laughed.
"The fish had some information that I needed, so I tried to get it from him."
My jaw dropped and I rolled my eyes.
"Don't you think there are better ways to get information than cutting off a man's toes!"
"And how would you suggest I do that sweetheart?"
"I don't know John, try being nice I guess," I said but I really didn't mean it.
If you could have seen Abruzzi's face at that moment, it looked like the light bulb just clicked on. He looked like he was going to same something, but then decided against it. He just stormed past me and walked out of the cell. I stood there for a few minutes trying to figure everything out. He could change himself so easily. One minute we were sitting in our cells and he was acting human talking about his family. The next minute he was chopping Michael's toes off! This whole situation was becoming very complicated.
I tried to lie back down on my bunk, but I heard one of the guards call my name. I looked over the railing to see the guard calling my name, telling me that I had a visitor.
I raised my eyebrows and followed the guard out of Gen Pop. He led me to the big room where inmates could see their families and friends for a short period of time. I looked around the room and saw Abruzzi greeting another man. I kept walking as I watched them shake hands and then kiss each other on the cheek. Ew. I turned my attention and noticed my dad sitting at a table across the room. Oh my God, my dad was sitting over there! It took all my strength not to burst into tears and sprint over to his arms.
"Hi Dad," I said finally approaching him.
"Laney." He said pulling me into a hug.
I knew that the hug was more for show than a meaningful hug, but it still felt nice. It made me feel safe and secure. We took our seats across from each other at the table.
"What happened to your hair?"
"Long story, sir," I said annoyed.
He gave me a questionable look, but shrugged his shoulders and pulled out a pad of paper. Now that is the dad that I remember. Agent Collins first, daddy Collins second.
"Alright, so tell me Laney how is everything going?" he asked clicking his pen.
"We have had a few incidents in the beginning, but everything seems to be working out now."
He looked at me like he wanted me to elaborate a little more. I leaned in forward and had to whisper so no one would hear me.
"Abruzzi decided that he wanted to me through a little test, and he did some damage," I continued.
"Show me," he commanded.
I looked shocked, but nodded my head at my father. I first pointed to my hair signaling that he gave me my little haircut. I hesitated a little about showing him my back, but eventually I got up out of my chair and turned around. I slowly lifted up my shirt revealing my lower back. I didn't notice that my dad had gotten up until he brushed his fingers across the marks. As he did that, I noticed that Abruzzi was looking at me. He watched my dad rub my back and just grinned from ear to ear.
I knew he was doing it just to tease me, but I was so annoyed that I almost walked over and smacked the grin right off of his face. My father noticed my annoyance and turned me around to face him.
"Don't let him bother you Laney," he spoke.
We both sat back down back to where we were, and I noticed my dad writing in his pad. I guessed it was about the incident with my back.
"What does Bella mean?"
I laughed at that.
"Well, it is my nickname they gave me. I think it means beautiful in Italian."
My dad raised his eyebrows at me. He didn't think it was too funny that inmates were calling his daughter beautiful.
"Have you found anything out for your assignment?"
"Well, other than inmate brutality, not really. However, he tortured another inmate for information."
"Really," questioned my dad looking pleased.
I nodded my head.
"Yes. They made me watch. He cut off a man's toes just because he wouldn't reveal the location of Fibonacci."
At that, my dad stopped writing and looked up at me with serious eyes.
"No one, especially an inmate could know where Fibonacci is," he scolded.
"I know that dad, but there is something different about this inmate."
"Who is it?"
"His name is Michael Scofield. He seems like a pretty harmless guy, but there is just something about him."
My dad raised his eyebrows at me and gave me a look like I was some teenage girl.
"Dad! I don't have a crush on the guy, he just is so mysterious."
He seemed satisfied and closed his pad. The guards called that we had five minutes left of visitation time. We got up out of our seats and embraced each other again. This time the hug felt different. While I'm sure he was hugging me for a good show, there was warmth in the hug and he felt reluctant to let me go.
"Stay safe, Laney," he said.
He kissed me on top of my forehead and then left the room. I stood and watched him for a moment, before a guard escorted me out of the room. Back in Gen Pop I noticed that Abruzzi was standing next to the door.
"Did you have a nice visit?" I asked him sweetly.
"Yeah, Philly is great guy to see," he said sarcastically.
When I looked at him with a confused expression, he continued on.
"I think Philly has decided that he wants to step in and "run" things while I am away. He told me that he needs the whereabouts of Fibonacci in a few words."
"Please don't try torturing Michael again, he is not going to tell you," I pleaded.
"Oh he is going to tell me," Abruzzi warned, "now or later he will tell me."
I rolled my eyes and sat down on my bunk. He never left his spot. He was just thinking.
"Did you have a nice chat with daddy?" he mocked.
I glared at him even though he couldn't see me. Honestly just because he had a bad visit, didn't mean he had to take it out on me.
"I did actually, he really likes my new makeover and my new tattoo."
At that, he smiled, and in turn it made me laugh. He turned and looked at me for a moment then looked away. We sat in silence for a few more moments before Abruzzi's crew showed up and whisked him away. I lied down on my bunk and ran my fingers through my hair. I realized though that I hadn't checked in on Michael in a while, and I wanted to make sure he was alright. I sat up and left the cell, trying to forget what just happened in it.