I never ever wanted to leave Tweener's cell. Even when we eventually did, he asked if I wanted to go out for a walk in the yard. We intertwined our fingers and strolled in the same pace along the fence. He was talking to me about a new song he was working on, but I was only half listening. I was watching Bellick and Geary walk on the other side of the fence. They were getting closer to us, and I suddenly felt very apprehensive. I was nervous that the guards would see me holding hands with Tweener, and the word would get back to my father. The last thing I needed was a lecture from him on how to do my job. When the guards got a little closer and let go of Tweener's hand and put some distance between us.

"Is everything ok?" he asked worried.

I nodded my head and smiled at him, but he didn't believe me. I bit my lip trying to think of a good excuse.

"I just need to go talk to Sucre," I said.

That excuse would pan out too because Sucre was walking out to the yard. Tweener looked over and Sucre and raised an eyebrow. I smiled to myself when I realized he was getting jealous. He was cute when he was jealous.

"Alright well I guess I'll see you later then," he scoffed.

He leaned in so he could give me a kiss, but I turned away so he had to settle for a peck on the cheek. Before the moment could get any more awkward, I walked away from Tweener. I thought that talking to Sucre would make me fell less guilty, but the look on his face made feel more guilty. He looked so defeated and helpless that I almost turned around and walked the other direction.

"Sucre what's wrong?" I asked taking a seat next to him.

He looked at me and I saw a stray tear fall down his face. I was a sucker for emotions and I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"Maricruz came to visit me today," he said softly, "she told me that she is pregnant with my baby."

"Sucre that's great!" I said leaning over to give him a hug.

He barely returned it, and I was left a little confused. He found out he was going to be a father, why would he be so upset.

"That son of a bitch Hector asked my girl to marry him, and she is thinking about saying yes!"

I looked at him with a shocked expression. The poor guy just couldn't catch a break with Hector. And now it just got a whole lot worse now that Maricruz was pregnant.

"I have to get out of here now to stop her from marrying him mami," said Sucre.

"Don't worry Sucre, we will be out of here in no time," I comforted.

"Will I?"

I bit my lip thinking about how to respond. Of course everyone would be on edge about the subject because we weren't all getting out of here. Out of everyone else, Sucre was one of the best guys, so he deserved it over anyone.

"Sucre you're Michael's cell mate, of course you're going on the escape," I said.

He looked at me and smiled, and I returned the smile. Alright, so so far I wasn't doing the best job of weeding out the person that couldn't go, but hey I was making Sucre's day. I reassured him once more about the escape and left to find Tweener. Once again, my attention was distracted when I saw Abruzzi talking on the phone. I guess today I could practice my counseling skills because he looked extremely upset.

I approached slowly because I didn't want to eavesdrop on his conversation. He already tried to kill me once today, I'm sure he would easily try again. When he hung up the phone he rested his head on top of it for a few moments. God, something must be really bothering him.

"John?"

He quickly turned around and was staring at me. I took a couple steps backward, afraid that I angered him. However, his eyes showed only sadness. He wasn't saying anything and we were just standing there staring at each other.

"What's wrong, are you still upset over the escape issue?"

He shook his no, but he still didn't say anything. I was starting to get worried, he wasn't acting like himself at all. I wasn't going to let him pass until he told me what was wrong.

"I'm sure you will find out soon enough Bella," he said.

Abruzzi pushed his way passed me and stormed out of the yard. I watched him walk away, and waited a few minutes before I followed him. The way he said that made me a little nervous that he had done something I wouldn't approve of. Working for the FBI, I said those odds were probably right. I turned to go up the stairs in Gen Pop, but I heard my name being called out.

"Hey snowflake come here," called out C-note.

I rolled me eyes and walked over to where C-note was standing. He eyed me up and down and smirked to himself.

"Can I help you?" I said rudely.

"Well I just noticed on how you have been talking to most of the other guys on our little plan, but you haven't said anything to me."

I raised my eyebrows like a smart ass. So what if I hadn't said anything to him, I didn't really have any concern whether he went on the escape or not. He gripped onto my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. I struggled against his hold, but he held on tightly and came in close to my face.

"Now you listen to me, I am going on this escape whether you like it or not. So why don't you be a good girl and tell the fish about my attendance."

I scowled at him. He had no right to boss me around and tell me what I was going to do.

"Why do you even want to go? Everyone else has a specific reason except for like you and Tbag," I spat.

He released his grip on my shoulders and was just looking at me, trying to decide what to say.

"I have a very good reason to want to be out of this place snowflake," he said.

I looked at him with my eyebrows raised begging him to continue.

"I haven't seen my wife and my daughter since I got in here, so they are my reason," he replied sadly.

My angry face slowly started to disappear. I didn't know that C-note had a daughter. And he hasn't seen her since he was sent to prison. I wonder why?

"Well, why are you in here in the first place?" I asked.

He only shook his head.

"Now that is a story for another day, snowflake. Just tell Michael what I said ok?"

With that, C-note took off leaving me standing against the wall. Great, now he thought that he was in on the escape too. I hoped Michael wouldn't be mad when he found out how horribly I was failing. I realized that I only had Westmoreland and Tbag to talk to, but I didn't really want to talk to anyone the rest of the day. Well, maybe except for Tweener. Right now, I just wanted to go and rest awhile on my bunk. I had a surprise waiting for me on my bunk when I entered my cell.

Abruzzi was sitting on the bottom bunk just staring at the wall. The way he was staring at that thing was kind of creeping me out. I cleared my throat to let him know I was standing there.

"Shh, Bella," he whispered.

He got up and was standing a few feet away from the wall. Now he was officially creeping me out. I didn't care, I asked him what he was doing.

"Do you see that on the wall?" he asked.

I turned my attention to the wall, but I didn't see anything. Well actually I did see a spot on the wall, but I could make out any distinct shapes. Apparently, Abruzzi could because that is all he would focus on. There was something going on with him, and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.

I woke up in the middle of the night to whimpering. Surprisingly, it wasn't my own. I sat up in my bunk and tried to focus on where the noise was coming from. Above me? I think Abruzzi was having a nightmare. The last thing I remember, Abruzzi was still staring at that spot on the wall when I fell asleep. I was going to just try and ignore it when he started thrashing about on his bunk.

I stood up and was just watching him for a moment. The pained look on his face was bringing tears to my eyes. I put my hand on his shoulder and started to shake him lightly.

"John. John. John." I said.

He awoke with a start and was just staring at me. I kept my hand where it was on the bunk and was giving him a worried look. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but he looked back up to that spot on the wall. I had had it up to here with whatever was on that wall that was bothering Abruzzi.

"Tell me what you see," I commanded.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered.

I turned and looked at the spot again. I definitely didn't see the Son of God on our prison cell wall. I wondered why he thought he did?

"Do you believe in forgiveness Laney?"

I turned back around to look at Abruzzi. He hardly ever used my real name, so when he said it I knew he was being serious.

"Absolutely," I answered.

That answer seemed to satisfy him and he gave me a brief smile. He rested his head back against the wall, and I climbed on to his bunk. He didn't say anything so I assumed it was ok that I was up there. I tried to gather my thoughts carefully.

"Are you trying to seek forgiveness?" I asked.

He slowly nodded his head. I put my hand back on his shoulder and explained to him that no matter what he did, as long as he repented, God would forgive him.

"I did something unthinkable. I'm afraid just to admit it."

I felt a lump forming in my throat. I didn't want to know any of the details if he did something unthinkable, but I felt talking about it was helping Abruzzi.

"Did you kill someone?"

My breath caught when I saw him slowly shake his head. A single tear rolled down his cheek. I was at a loss for words. I thought that at some point I would go back down to my bunk and write something in my journal, but for now I wanted to be here to console John Abruzzi.

The next morning, I was sitting on the bleachers with my head resting in one of my hands. I was trying to make up for the lack of sleep last night. I let out one of the biggest yawns of my life and I heard a snort beside me.

"How's it going sleeping beauty?" asked Tweener taking a seat next to me.

I did my best to give him a genuine smile, but it didn't work. I let out another yawn and wrapped his arm around me.

"Sorry I was up really late with John," I said.

Tweener turned quickly and glared at me and I could see his face filling up with rage. I thought about what I said and laughed to myself at what Tweener was implying. I punched him in the shoulder.

"Not that you sicko, we were just talking."

He calmed down a little, but I could still see the jealousy. I reassured him by leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. He smiled at me and pulled me up off the bleachers. I whined in response, but he pulled me along with him.

"Laney I wanna tell you something," he said.

I sighed and nodded my head waiting for him to tell me. Whatever it was he sure was excited about it.

"Officer Bellick called me into his office yesterday."

I looked at him and was still waiting for the good part of the story. It usually wasn't a good thing when you had to go in there.

"It was tight. He shared some of his burger and fries with me, and all he wanted was that I tell him about some of the inmates."

"So like a rat?" I said before I could stop myself.

"Not like a rat. The inmates don't have to be doing anything wrong. He just wanted me to talk to him about Michael Scofield. That's all."

I think my heart skipped a beat when he said that he was supposed to keep an eye on Michael Scofield. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen, I didn't want Tweener involved in any of this. Thanks a lot officer Bellick.

"Tweener you should be careful with that. If Bellick doesn't get something in return he could make your life pretty miserable."

I just realized how big of a hypocrite I sounded. Here I was practically scolding Tweener for doing this, and I was pretty much doing the same thing only in secret.

"What you worried about me or something?" he teased.

I told him that I wasn't even going to dignify that with a response. I could have stayed talking with Tweener forever, but we were called to PI shortly after. I groaned because I didn't want to go work, but Tweener nudged me along. Unfortunately, the first person I ran into was Michael and he was eager to find out which inmate we could drop.

"Would you totally hate me if I made the situation worse?" I asked.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Well after I talked with most of the guys, I sort of promised them that they would be in on the escape."

He blinked a few times to make sure I was serious. When he found out I was, he rubbed his hands across his head.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"It's alright, I'm sure we will get it all figured out."

I was relieved Michael was angry with me, but that still didn't ease the tension with the rest of the guys. I did notice however that Tbag came in a little later than normal and he looked destroyed. I wondered what was bothering him? Everyone pretty much worked in silence, except for when I would yawn really loudly. After about the third time, everyone turned their attention to me.

"Sorry, late night with Abruzzi," I said.

I wish that I had a camera to take a picture of everyone's faces. Why did guy's minds immediately go to the gutter when you said something?

"Seriously! We were just talking," I scoffed.

They all laughed at me and got back to work. Michael disappeared for a few moments to do something in the pipes, and when he got back we got to take a break. Since it was a little cold outside, the guards took us inside. Curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to know why Tbag was late and why he looked so upset. When I got to his cell I saw him sitting on his bunk with his head buried in his hands.

"Why so late today T, were you talking to your cousin again?" I asked sweetly.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because Tbag looked up at me like he was going to kill me. He lunged forward and grabbed me around my throat. I tried to let out a scream, but couldn't and he pulled me into his cell. He threw me onto the bunk, and when I tried to protest, he slapped me hard across the face twice. I fell back down on my back and his hands enclose around my throat again. I made a noise trying to get some air, but it wasn't working.

"Did you think it would be funny to make fun of Mr. Mafia's handy work, Laneykins," growled Tbag.

He squeezed harder and the world around me started to become fuzzy. I tried to shake my head to tell him I didn't know what he was talking about. When I was about to lose consciousness, he released my throat and I doubled over gagging. I rolled back over onto my back and my chest was heaving up and down trying to catch a breath. When I was finally able to calm myself down, I looked over to Tbag to see him crying.

I sat myself up and I realized that I was crying too. I attributed that to almost being choked to death. Tbag looked over at me.

"I found out today that my cousin and his son were both murdered," he admitted.

I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. He immediately started crying again and collapsed onto my body. I didn't know what to do so I wrapped my arms around him trying to comfort him. Silent tears continued to stream down my face. I remembered what he said about making fun of Abruzzi's handy work. Did John order that the kid be killed? Then it hit me! Abruzzi felt guilty about doing something unthinkable. Oh my God, he really did kill a kid. I comforted Tbag for a few more minutes before were had to pull ourselves together for PI.

I had completely forgotten about what I looked like and that I had red marks on my face and neck from Tbag. The others were staring at me, but I wasn't giving them the time of day.

"What happened Bella?" asked Abruzzi.

As soon as that word left his mouth, I turned and glared at him hatefully. He reached out and tried to touch the spot on my cheek.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I shouted.

He jerked back and was looking at me confused. The others were also looking at me like I had gone insane, but I didn't care. I reached forward and smacked Abruzzi across the face. I bet they all thought I was really insane and stupid after that. Abruzzi grabbed me roughly by the shoulder and dragged me out of the room. Once we were outside, I jerked out of his grasp, and he was eying me angrily.

"What is the matter with you?" he spat.

"Nothing. I am perfectly fine. Although I didn't just kill a child," I retorted.

Abruzzi looked like I opened a wound and poured salt in it. I was fuming, and nothing was going to stop me now.

"Why would you do that? I never thought you could be that horrible to kill a child, but I guess I was wrong!"

"You don't understand, it wasn't like that…," Abruzzi tried to get out.

"NO! I don't want to hear anything you have to say. I hope you are able to find forgiveness for yourself John because in my eyes you are nothing but a monster."

I didn't give him a chance to respond before I stormed off. I knew that I shouldn't have left PI, but I needed to be away from him for now. Angry tears started to form in my eyes and I violently wiped them away. There was no way that that monster was going to make me cry. I felt like such a fool for trying to help him the other night, and for what he did I hoped he burnt in Hell. Even if I had to help him get there.