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Fallen #33
Michaels P.O.V.
I watched as the men drug T-Bag away. I won't lie and say that I wanted them to stop. Whatever they were going to do to him, I'm sure he deserved it. The thing that I couldn't understand was Cali's part in all of it. I had known her for her entire life and I knew that she would never take T-Bag out herself, but I never expected her to get someone else to do it for her. Had she really changed so much since I'd last seen her? I watched as she placed the gun in her pants and made her way to the man who seemed to be calling the shots.
"Hey babe" he said placing a hand on her cheek. After four years you would think that I would have expected her to move on, but I didn't. Perhaps because I hadn't done so myself. I mean there was Sara but as much as I hate to say it, she was a means to an end. "Who the hell is he?" I whispered menacingly to Lincoln. "Hey Brandon" Cali said answering my question. "He's Brandon." Lincoln replied smirking. "Smartass!" I said. I watched as the two interacted in hushed tones, leaving their topic of conversation a mystery to the rest of us. I hated watching them, but I couldn't turn away. It was like a train wreck, you hate to watch it but you can't bear not too. I took notice of the concerned look on this Brandon's face. "I'm fine, really." Cali said in an unconvincing tone. "I know you too well to believe that, Cal!" He said as he grabbed her hand. I scoffed at the gesture. "Jealous?" Lincoln asked from my right. "What? No!" I exclaimed turning to my brother. Only, I caught the attention of everyone else as well.
Calis P.O.V
"How you holding up?" Brandon asked. "I'm fine, really." I replied half heartedly. "I know you too well to believe that, Cal!" He said while he grabbed my hand. "What? No!" Michael exclaimed from behind us. "That him?" Brandon asked looking at Michael. I watched as Scofield hit his laughing brother before turning back to Brandon. "That's him." I replied looking down. "Handsome fella." He commented. I gave him a curious look. "What?" He asked defensively "You can comment on all the girls I date but I can't say anything about the guy you're involved with?" "I am not involved with him!" I exclaimed giving him a glare. "Have you even talked to him?" He asked tiredly. "Just a minute ago. You were there." I said. "I mean civily."He said with a sigh "Have you explained it to him? Why you left?" He asked. "If he doesn't know, I'm not going to explain it to him!" I said angrily. "You have got to be the most stubborn person I've ever met! You're so damn bitter and it's killing you, Cali! You just refuse to admit it!" He said in an elevated voice that still I could only hear. "Tell your Uncle that I say hello and that I'll see him soon." I said emotionlessly before walking away. "Cali, come on!" Brandon yelled after me, just as his accomplices pulled their car up behind him. He threw his hands up in frustration before getting in the car and driving away. "What happened to Bagwell?" Lincoln asked as I walked past him. "Don't know, don't care." I replied shortly as I entered the house.
Brandon wasn't wrong. I was stubborn and I was bitter and I would never admit that. Before Lincoln was convicted I wasn't that way. Sure, I've always been stubborn and at times bitter but never to the degree that I had become.
I sat in my room, stereo blaring, studying the plane ticket that Brandon had slipped into the pocket of the hoodie I had on. It was a one way to the Bahamas for C-Note. He was set the leave the next day, which meant that I had to kick it into gear. I set the ticket aside and went to grab the items C-Note had requested from my closet. My body still ached, worse than I thought possible, but there was nothing I could do. I just had to suffer through it. Well, I didn't have to suffer, but I was going to.
You may remember when I visited Lincoln at Fox River and I told him "You saved my life once, now it's time I saved yours." Well, I think it's time I explain myself. Nine years ago, when I was 15, I began to rebel. I felt like everyone wanted me to be like Veronica, especially our parents. To them she was the perfect daughter and I…Well, I was the mistake. So I went to those who were satisfied with me being me. Too bad they were the "wrong crowd". First it was your normal, skipping curfew and class, and then it escalated. Long story short things ended up with me showing up at Lincoln's apartment high as a kite and addicted to pain killers. Last thing I remember was feeling woozy as I sat on his couch, next thing I know, I'm waking up a few days later in the hospital… Overdose… If it wouldn't have been for Lincoln, there is no doubt in my mind that I would have died that day. So that is why I will suffer through this pain, and that's why I came back to Chicago.
After tossing damn near everything out of my closet I realized that what I was looking for was in a duffel bag in the top of the closet. I have no idea how it got there, considering that its way out of my reach and I didn't have a chair in my room. "Figures" I sighed as I made my way to find a chair to stand on. I walked down the hall turned right and smacked right into someone.
The pain was so bad that I just clutched onto whoever it was that I had collided with. "You okay?" The voice asked. It sounded like we were in a tunnel. I didn't answer until the pain subsided enough for me to unclench my eyes and see who it was. "That God it's you." I said breathlessly to Sucre as he held me up. "When are you going to tell them?" He asked disapprovingly. "I'm not… It would just cause more problems, besides it's over now, there's nothing that can be done. Them knowing won't change anything." I explained slowly straightening up and leaning against the wall. "They'd want to know, Cali. You need to tell them." He replied, seemingly unsatisfied with my explanation. I sighed "There is no point! It's been taken care of. Just drop it okay?" I said hotly. Sucre glared at me for a moment "Either you tell them… Or I will!" He said angrily before storming off to the basement.