Hey everyone! So, I got so really great reviews, so I decided to continue this story. At first it was only going to be a one from Michael's point of view and then one from Sara's, but I'm going to try to write a story. This story is a AU. Big time!
HelaluvE: Thank you so much for your review. I really tried to keep them in character, and you helped me see that I did. I hope you like the next couple of chapters.
Jess: Thank you for your review. I decided to write more, so I hope you want be disappointed.
Disclaimer: No I don't own PB or any of its characters…. but I wish I owned Wentworth…. J.
In my story, (this is where ya'll start hating me) only Michael and Lincoln escape. So I would call this an AU. Sara and Michael are in it, but so are a lot of new characters (my own). I'm sorry but I can't seem to write a story with a bunch of people in it.
Sara's point of view
Walking into my apartment I slammed the door. Leaning against it, I put my hands to my for head. Why had he kissed me, and then just walk away? The better question is, why did I let him kiss me? The kiss had been so soft, and so gentle, but Michael still seemed like he was saying goodbye. Walking over to the couch, I sat, trying to get Michael out of my head. My mom taught me a lot, but the one thing she never taught me was how to deal with my feelings for a con. Well, I guess that isn't a conversation most moms want to have with their seven year old daughters. It was best this way, him thinking the kiss was just a spur of moment. At least one of us could forget it. Feeling too tired to turn on the TV, I walked back into my room. If there was one thing I needed, it would be sleep. Lots and Lots of sleep.
Michael's point of view
I guess I miss the stars the most, this cage I'm in keeps me from seeing them. I know it will happen soon, the escape. Every moment slips by, slowly, almost taunting me. I can't help but wonder if Lincoln and I are doing the right thing. This could put us in more danger, and possibly other. Sara's face flashes through my mind, but I push it away. No, Lincoln will be safe, no matter any cost. But, there is away I'm going to let her know that I'm okay. We'll just have to make a little stop on the way.
Sara's point of view
Yawning, I slipped out of bed. It was still dark out, but I don't care. Slipping on a lose shirt, and a pair of pants I start outside. I needed some fresh air, a lot of it. Walking down the cool street, I couldn't help wounder how badly this would piss off my father. I don't care, he deserves it. The only time he has ever cared about me, was when the public was watching. My thoughts slipped over to Michael, and the dreams I had tonight. They were all the same, Michael getting out, and us being together. Shaking my head, I looked around. Not even realizing it, I had walked to the grave yard my mother was buried at. Walking through the graves, I came up to my mothers. The grave yard was silent, some how eerie. Falling to the ground, I felt the emotions I had been holding in come to the surface.
"It's been a long time since we last talked, huh mom. It's been really busy at work, and there is this boy. Well, he isn't a boy, but he isn't someone I'm supposed to like. He is a con at the prison where I work, but he is so different from all the others. He saved me when the riot broke out, and since then we've talked a lot. Then this afternoon, he kissed me. I'm not talking just a kiss on the check, I mean a real kiss. Why does this always happen to me?" A tear rolls down my check, I push it away. At this moment, I know how I feel about Michael, I feel for him like I'm not suppose too. Standing I let my hand outline my mothers grave. Taking a deep breath I turn, but my body comes in contact with something hard. Falling backwards, I look up at the person through slit eyes. My head is pounding from a rock it came in contact with, and my heart is pounding. The man took a sip of his whisky, bearing rotten teeth as he smiled. Fear bubbled up in my chest. Panicking, I start to try to crawl away, but the man picks me. His grip is surprisingly strong, and no matter how much I struggle I can't get lose.
"Now, what is a beautiful lady like you doing in the middle of the night, all alone. We are going have to make you more cautious, ain't we sweets." The mans breath is fowl and makes me gage. I start pounding on his chest, tears rolling down my eyes. The man slaps me hard across the face, my check burns. He is going to rape me, here near my mothers' grave. I struggled as he unbuttons his pants, and the fear tried to explode from every part of my body. The man let his grip go for a second, and I brought my foot up square between his legs. The man sprawled against the grass, and I leaned up against my mothers' grave for a moment. Fearing that the man would get back up, I turned to start running. I ran into another body, and the fear became so powerful I thought I was going to explode into a million pieces. Slowly looking up, my eyes gazed into blue ones. Backing up a little, the person I saw made my heart stop.
"How is this possible? How are you here…"
Yes a little bit of a cliff. Hope ya'll enjoyed this little bit of a chapter. Hopefully it want be too bad.
