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Someone banging on the door to my cell pulled me out of my slumber, shaking my head I rolled out of bed and stood in the hallway. Sister Jude was known for her midnight searches, Grace and I looked at each other as we watched Sister Jude confront the new girl, a reporter, the sister called her Miss Winters. She seemed like the kind that was to good to be in a place like this.
"What's her story?"
Grace shrugged, the two of us to tired to care. It wasn't long before we were aloud to go back to sleep, laying on my bed I waited until the hallway door clanked shut, sitting up I walked over to my cell door.
"Hey new girl, what are you in here for?"
I was met with silence, rolling my eyes I shook my head.
"In here for a reason or not new girl, your gonna need a friend."
Lying down on my cot I curled into a ball and tried to get some more sleep.
The next day I was met with an unexpected sight in the common room, a tall beautiful man with black hair, brown eyes, glasses, wearing a two-piece suit. He looked so familiar to me for some reason, though I couldn't place his name. Eyeing him I took a seat on one of the couches, Grace sitting across from me as we watch the guards drag Kit in.
"Think he's a lawyer?"
Grace shook her head.
"More like a shrink."
I nodded, listening to the man as he introduced himself as Oliver Thredson, I gasped and shared a look with my friend. She knew of my past with the man standing before us. Turning I used my reflection in the mirror to make sure I looked normal. The ugly blue dress they make the women wear bringing out my grey eyes, thick blonde hair down to my waist.
"Trying to make yourself so pretty for him."
I stuck my tongue out at the red head.
"If I'd known he would turn out like that I would have treated him better."
She smiled at me, watching as I stood up and walked past him, swinging my hips a little, the hem of my dress riding up a little as I batted my eyes at him before walking back to Grace who was giggling to herself. Taking my seat I winked as he took Kit out of the room.
"Wonder of he knows how to play crazy."
"Wonder if that doctor can think strait with you strutting around, you make Shelly look like an amateur."
I dissolved into a giggling mess as she lit a cigarette and offered me one, taking the white stick and inhaling the smoke before letting it out in a delicious white smoke.
"Well what can I say? I'd rather be with that shrink than any of the guards."
We laughed again, spotting the new girl I recognized the marks on the sides of her head.
"Someone got introduced to shock therapy."
Grace looked over at the new girl, both of us remembering how I had been when I went through my therapy; I still had matching scars on both sides of my head. Sitting in semi silence we made small talk as we waited for Kit to come back. Standing up as Kit walked in, mumbling to the guard that I needed to use the restroom before leaving the common room in search of Doctor Thredson. Wondering the halls with light steps it didn't take long to find him walking ahead of me.
"Doctor Thredson?"
Keeping my voice light, smiling when he turned around, his eyes lighting up a little with recognition.
"Miss Jones."
I smiled a little larger.
"Cassandra, please. Do you remember me?"
He nodded.
"Who could forget the star of our high school that murdered her parents?"
I laughed a little, playing with the hem of my dress lightly.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the way I acted back then, and to let you know if you need someone to show you around, all the dirty little details of this place, I'm your girl."
He smirked lightly.
"Thank you Cassandra."
Nodding I moved to leave when he called my name.
"Could you show me where Sister Jude would be right now?"
I nodded.
"I'm sure she's with Shelly."
Walking besides him I led the way to the women's hall, making small talk with the doctor, talking about our lives after high school, telling him the horrors I have seen and have lived through in this hell hole.
"This is worst than I thought."
I nodded, stopping short when the all to familiar sound of someone getting whipped filtered into the air causing me to halt while Doctor Thredson moved to look into Shelly's cell, watching for a few minutes before turning to look at me. Not meeting his gaze I turned and walked into the empty hallway.
"I will confront Sister Jude."
Turning I stared up at him, my eyes filing with fear and anxiety.
"She can't know I showed you, please Doctor Thredson."
The black haired man smiled.
"Oliver. And do not worry. Sister Jude will never know how I witnessed what I have seen today."
I nodded.
"Thank you Oliver."
Smiling I turned and started walking to the common room, a feeling of giddiness coming over me as I took my seat across from Kit and Grace.
"You look happy."
Grace taunted lightly, her accent coming out a little thicker than usual.
"He remembers me, why are you with Bloody Face?"
"My name ain't Bloody Face."
I smirked at Kit, he wasn't much older than myself.
"I know it's not, your name is Kit Walker, and like my friend here, I don't think you killed those women either."
Kit looked at Grace who smiled at him before turning back to me.
"The new girl, her name's Lana Winters. She says she knows a way out."
I scoffed lightly, all the new people, they always say they have a plan to get out that none of us have ever tried. The thing is, all of us have tried, at least once, I have more scars than I can count from my attempts.
"She says there is a tunnel, a secret tunnel."
I shake my head, blonde hair falling over one shoulder.
"And where is this tunnel?"
Grace glanced at the woman in question.
"She won't tell me, she also says Kit can't come with us."
I smiled at Kit.
"I'll see about that."
Hearing the doors open we stood up, Kit grabbing Lana's notes about the tunnel in the process while we were told to go to bed early.
Mumbling my goodnights to Frank who smiled in return before shutting my cell door. Frank was always nice to me; I never gave the Irish cop any problems and he didn't cause me any pain, even would sneak me presents every once in a while.
As the hours ticked by I could hear strange noises before everything went silent and dark before the generators kicked on and the hallway was illuminated with red light. Sticking my head outside I was surprised that the doors had opened by themselves.
"What's happening?"
Grace looked at me and I shrugged while Lana answered.
"I don't know, power failure? This is our chance."
She grabbed Grace's hand who grabbed me and we started running down the hallways, dodging guards and other inmates.
"I think it's just through that door."
I looked up, feeling thoroughly confused, that was the door to the boiler room.
"Grace!"
Stopping we turned and spotted Kit.
"Come on, Lana knows the way out."
Lana was quickly against the idea.
"No, he can't come with us. Get away from us."
Kit stepped closer, trying to plead his case.
"I read what you wrote about me, I'm not a killer or a phyco path."
Lana tried to sound intimidating.
"You're a liar. Get away from us."
Rolling my eyes I pulled my hand away from Grace.
"Stop. We're not leaving without him."
Lana took a step towards me.
"I am not setting him loose so he can kill again."
Grace jumped to his defense.
"You're wrong. We'll find the way out ourselves."
Reaching out she grabbed Kit's hand while I pushed past Lana and made for the door, as my fingers wrapped around the door handle I heard the most ear splitting scream screaming that the killer was escaping. Two minutes later Grace and I were being picked up by guards while Kit was beaten unconscious.
I kept my face void of emotion, hiding the rage brewing below the surface. If I ever got my hand on Lana I was going to make the snobbish writer pay, no matter the punishment. As the front door open I calmly walked into the office while Kit and Grace started fighting when they spotted Lana.
"These three didn't show your courage and wisdom and will be punished. Your reward is you will not."
I grunted as I was bent over the desk.
"You're so twisted."
I rolled my eyes as Lana tried to hide the relief in her voice.
"Don't make me change my mind Miss Lana banana."
Hearing the torcher cabinet open I mentally prepared myself for what was coming.
"Which of these would you like to see on our Grace's and Cassandra's bare behinds and which one on our doe-eyed James Dean copy cat? Go ahead pick one."
I heard her pick one before Sister Jude told her to pick again as our robes were moved revealing our backsides. Feeling the cane against my bare skin I barely heard Lana mutter an apology to which Grace responded calling her a Judas bitch. Closing my eyes I flinched as the cane came down hard against my skin, the first hit was always the worst, I had heard Kit try to say he deserved it all, but Sister Jude knew better when it came to me. As the finale hit came I sighed and stood up, my back side burning and stinging.
"What did we learn Miss Cassandra?"
"I will never try to escape sister, thank you for the punishment."
Walking past Lana I jumped at her, causing her to jump, smirking I continued to walk out of the room, vowing to extract my revenge later.
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