Time to Go ( chapter # 12)
Disclaimer: Prison Break doesn't belong to me but it is a lot of fun to take the characters out for a spin.
Not one of us has said a single word since we got to the room.
Once she'd told us just where we needed to be and how much time we had to get there, there wasn't much to be said.
For the first time since we found ourselves thrown together, we are as far apart as three people sharing one small room could possibly be, and for me, not that I'd tell either one of them, that makes all that lies ahead much more difficult to face.
The moment we walked into the room he went straight to the window. without saying a word. When darkness set in shortly after he arrived, he threw the tacky floral drapes open wide and has been standing there staring out at the lights lining the strip ever since.
I want to say something to him but I doubt he'd hear a word.
Realizing there is nothing I can do for him other than get his son back I set my sights on her and head for the bathroom realizing her lengthy stay there is more about hiding than any sort of need for the facilities.
Knocking and calling her name I can tell by the sound of her voice that she is right inside the door. Possibly sitting up against it. " Sara, let me in."
Met with silence, with no response at all I try the last thing I want to say which also happens to be the one thing I know will reach her. " I need you, Sara... Please, let me in? "
She remains quiet for a good long while, making me believe she intends to shut me out completely, before whispering her reply as she unlocks the door. "Sorry. It's open, now. "
Stepping inside with the light off, the room is dark with the exception of the soft glow of a tiny red light mounted in the outlet. I can barely make out her form, slumped, head hung low, hair falling forward hiding her face, sitting on the counter just inside the door. " What are you doing in here?"
As I move into the room and stand in front of her, she reaches out not saying a word, and grabs hold of my hand pulling me through the darkness and into waiting her arms.
Telling myself it's for her, knowing full well it's me that needs her comfort more than I'd dare admit, I wrap her up in my arms holding her close while doing all I can to make light of the moment for both our sakes. " This really takes me back."
She sniffles a little and I can feel moisture from her tears on my shirt as she leans in to rest her head against my chest. " What? What about any of this could possibly take you back?"
I push her legs gently apart with my knee pulling her to the edge of the counter right against me. " Well. let's see, I was seventeen, almost eighteen, tucked away with a pretty girl on the bathroom counter at her parents house both of them, including a father who'd of had my ass strung up if he knew what we were up to, only two rooms away."
" First time?" I can barely hear her, her faced buried in my shirt.
" Yep."
She laughs softly against my chest. " Not what I'd call romantic for a first time but daring, I'll give you that. And a lot more interesting than the back seat of a car."
I rest my chin on her head breathing in the smell of her hair still damp from the shower she took the moment we got to the room. " See there, its a good thing we never met back then. I didn't have a car and I would have been crushed when you shot me down in favor of some guy with a shiny new BMW."
She laughs softly running the tips off her fingers slowly up and down my back easing my body and mind. " Actually, it was a Mustang not a BMW"
I return the favor savoring the warmth of her body against the palms of hands as they roam gently over her back and shoulders. " Mustang, Huh? Had a bit of a thing for bad boys, maybe?"
She sighs scooting her body, against all odds, even closer to me pressing our bodies together at every point possible as if it's the last contact she'll ever feel. " You're trying to calm me down again aren't you, Michael?"
" Could be, still lousy at it, eh?"
" Yeah... " She moves her head to the side nuzzling into my neck and brushing her lips lightly against my skin. " ...but you are still trying."
I close my eyes tightly trying to commit everything about her to memory before I'm forced to let go. " that I am..."
" You're also saying good-bye again, Michael" She tilts her head up looking me in the eye and even in the faint light I can see the dark circles ringing her eyes as well as the wet tears staining her cheeks.
Searching for what to say I hear the knock, a single fist against the door, stopping me from saying any of the things I want to say, but know I shouldn't ... can't say.
His voice is calm but I can hear the fear, stronger now than facing execution, in his words. " Time to go!"
Helping her down from the counter I pull her into my arms taking the opportunity to kiss her one last time. " You stay with Linc. Don't leave his side. He'll take care of you until I get back."
Two floors down and a dozen or so rooms over we find room 1104.
The latch on the door has been turned leaving the door unable to close fully, ready for us, for an easy entrance. Standing there wondering what to say, to knock, or not to knock, Linc, his face a picture of tightly controlled rage, grabs the handle and pushes his way inside without a thought of what may lie on the other side.
Catching sight of the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed nearest the window a gun pressed to his son's temple he launches himself toward them making me use every ounce of my body weight, throwing myself in front of him, to stop his progress. " NO! Don't! "
He smiles at us, stroking LJ's thigh with his free hand as he speaks. " You are the smart one aren't you, Pretty? You might want to consider a choke chain and leash for that brother of yours. He does seems to make things more difficult for you at every turn now doesn't he?"
He looks past me licking his lips and blowing a mock kiss to her. " Do us all a favor and make sure that door behind you is locked up nice and tight, Doc."
As she turns to do as he says his face changes, becoming puzzled, disappointed as he watches her. " Hair is still wet, Doc. Didn't tell him did you? You went back and tried to scrub me off your skin without telling him a word now didn't you?"
He looks at his hand bringing up to his mouth, slowly tearing a nail away with his teeth before spitting on the floor. " Won't work. I think that one right there may be the culprit. The one that had your lovely white skin and warm blood pushed up under it when we were all done today, Doc."
He looks me in the eye, challenging me, his hand sliding higher on my scared nephew's leg. " I don't recall if it was the right or left, they're both so nice, but I left my mark for you to see on one of those sweet little titties of hers, Pretty."
Turning to her I'm shocked to see her gazed, unwilling to meet my eye, fixed on his face. No fear just anger and hatred for him burning in her eyes as I pull back the neckline of her shirt enough to see the scratch, red and raised, dried blood marking the jagged edges, on her body.
" You Son-of-a-BITCH!" Ready to tear his fucking head off or die trying I feel my brothers hand on me, returning the favor, taking firm hold of my arm, and holding me back.
Controlling the rage and shaking free of his grasp I step forward ready to make this finally only about the two of us. "Fine! I'm here. That's what you wanted. Now, let them go."
He rises to his feet pulling LJ up with him roughly by the waist of his jeans. " I'd like nothing better, Scofield. You come over here and take his place and I'll let the boy, all of them, go, right here and now"
As I move in to stand facing him he moves the barrel of the gun from LJ's side up to the center of my forehead making my voice waver as I strain to speak. " Did he touch you LJ?"
He mumbles the answer making it hard for me to hear standing right in front of him.
" Say it nice and loud for all to hear, boy."
He looks to his father and back to me, T Bag, jerking his hold on him hard enough to cause him to stumble forward into me as he speaks. " NO! He's a sick fucking pervert who does a lot of talking but never laid a hand on me until just now. "
With that he lets go of him.
Free at last, I keep thinking 'why doesn't he run' as he, instead moves closer to me. " All the talking he did, it was about you."
As he leans in I can see what all of this has done to him. He's filthy, dirt on his face, his hair greasy hanging in tired eyes making it vividly clear he'd had the good sense to stay fully clothed and never turn his back on the man. " Jesus, Uncle Mike, you can't stay with him. He'll kill you!"
" Go to you dad, LJ."
He shakes his head and understanding how brave he's being, how he's trying to help, my stomach turns over with guilt as I order him to do what I say through angry clenched teeth. " I said go to your dad, NOW, LJ!"
Refusing to turn around, unable to look at them anymore, hearing my brothers voice speaking to his son in hushed tones, knowing they are together, safe, I whisper in a gentle voice, the one I know he wants to hear, one that lights a fire in his eyes. " I'm here now T Bag ... let them go."
He looks to them with a sudden lack of interest nodding to the door and telling them to 'leave' as his free hand slips under my t shirt and begins stroking my side.
I close my eyes distancing myself from the feel of hands on my skin while waiting silently to hear the sound of the door closing behind them.
" Burrows!... Wait! "
My eyes fly open and my mind begins searching for why he's stopped them. Reeling, spinning out of control, with all the thoughts of what could be about to happen making it near impossible to think straight or draw breath.
He looks at me stern pressing the gun hard against my forehead. "Take the shirt off."
As I pull upward on the hem he moves the gun from my head to my side allowing the material, suddenly soaked with sweat, to pass easily over my head and to the floor.
" Now the pants, Scofield." With shaky hands I undo the button and zipper, hooking my fingers in the waistband, push them down while fighting the urge to throw up.
He leans in looking over my shoulder running his tongue over my collar bone as he speaks. " I am of the opinion that you've never had the proper respect for what this mans done for you, Burrow's..."
He bites down on my shoulder his eyes never leaving them as he reaches around my naked body squeezing hard while pulling me roughly against him. " Maybe I'll send him back when I'm done. Maybe I won't. Either way don't you ever forget this ... what he did for you!"
With that he eases up his lips and hands moving slowly almost tenderly over my body as he growls his last words at them. " Now go! Get the fuck out of here and don't try anything stupid if you ever want to see him alive again."
TBC...