Chapter 18
Randy chuckled. He lay beside Taylor and watched her sleep. The pill had indeed relaxed her. It had knocked her out.
Taylor woke up lying on her belly on Randy's bed. She was still completely naked. Her head hurt and she was sure it was caused by her drinking and taking the pill on top of it. She moaned and rolled over. It was cold that morning and she just wanted to stay under the blanket. But the blanket was thin and did little to shield her from the chill. She glanced at Randy who was still asleep beside her. She did not remember what they had done. The last thing she remembered was the gentle kiss they shared.
She moved closer to Randy and glanced at the window. It was still dark outside. She had not slept as long as she thought she had. Randy moved and rolled over. His arm draped around her and he pulled her closer. His warmth felt so good wrapped around her. Her back was against him and the blanket seemed thicker as he nestled himself closer. Soon she was drifting back to sleep.
The next day was Sunday and they did not have to work. They woke and opened the door. The cells were still locked which was unusual. The guards ran back and forth, calling loudly to each other and Randy and Taylor watched as the paramedics rushed by with a gurney.
"What's going on?" Taylor asked her eyes still blurry from sleep. The sound of the sirens had woken her. She stood wrapped in a blanket at Randy's door. Her mouth fell open when she saw the medical team walk into John's apartment which was across the court yard from Randy's. "Oh, no." she cried. She didn't want to allow herself to think about what could have happened. She wanted to know that John was okay, but she had a sick feeling that he was not. "Randy …"
"That's the reason I brought you here last night." Randy admitted. He knew that John was going to be attacked. Word had come to him on the court yard the day before and John and his buddies had gotten into a scuffle with Wade and his friends. Randy knew he could do nothing to help them, but he did not want Taylor to be in the middle of it. He had warned John and was angry with him for still going ahead with his plans to have Taylor spend the night with him.
"No." Taylor shook her head from side to side as she saw a gurney wheeled out completely covered. "Randy …"
Randy placed his arm around her shoulders. He had no idea who had died that night. Whoever it was had been his friend.
"Let's go inside." He urged. "You shouldn't watch this. They will tell us everything soon." He felt Taylor's body turn to mush and she was only being held up by his embrace. He hated to see her upset but at the same time he was glad that she had not been caught up in Wade's revenge against John. "hey." He sat down beside her. "John's going to be okay."
"You don't know that." She snapped. "And it's not like you would really be upset. With John out of the way you …. Well forget it. I already told you that you and I can't be together. I don't care what we did last night, it doesn't change anything."
"Taylor we didn't do anything. You fell asleep. I promise."
"Good." She sobbed. "Because I've made up my mind. The man I sleep with will be my husband. No one else. Ever!"
Randy knew she was upset and in a way she was saying what she truly wanted. Taylor only wanted someone to spend some time with. She needed a friend and someone to hold her. She did not need someone constantly trying to get her clothes off. After all, that was what had brought her to where she was. A man who had chased her when he should not have. Her step father should have been her protector and instead he had caused her fear and had made her feel insecure. Randy did not want her feel that way about him.
They were not allowed out of their homes all that day and the warden came around and talked to everyone. There were questions about why Taylor had spent the night in Randy's apartment instead of her own. Randy told the warden that they had fallen asleep and when they woke up the cell was locked. The warden was too concerned about the death at the camp to investigate the night guards who were supposed to check and had passed it off as a mistake. Randy did not believe it was something the warden found important anyway.
The warden only wanted to know who may have been responsible for the attack on John, Mike and Ron. Randy knew, but he did not speak up. He knew if he did, he would not be able to step outside his door. Every inmate there would be his enemy and worse, he imagined Wade would come after Taylor because everyone knew that she was his only weakness.
"Warden Walker," Taylor spoke in a barely audible tone. "I am friends with the guys in that apartment … who died … and the other two ..." she began to sob and could not get her thought out.
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