It had been two days since I had last spoken to Michael. As hard as I tried to think of anything else our conversation continued to replay over and over in my head. The confusion, hurt, and guilt that followed only made the couple days even more unbearable. I had spent the last two nights laying awake, unable to sleep. My thoughts were consumed by Michaels disgustingly, beautiful eyes and his cruel, cold words. I hadn't realized how close I was getting to Michael even though few words had been exchanged between us; which only terrified me more. The absurdity of the situation would have made me laughed, but I could hardly find the humor in it at the moment.
I slowly pulled myself from my thoughts and stared up at the cream colored ceiling. The familiar chatter of the other inmates bounced off the walls and filled the spacious area with an unpleasant noise, The headache that I had woken up with only worsened as I was bombarded with the sounds.
I had only been here for a few days and my body was already starting to fight against me. The struggle of trying to figure out the mysterious Michael Scofield only added more weight onto my shoulders, the fact I was in prison and separated from my family was hard enough.
"Alrighty maggots, visiting time is here!" I could hear Bellicks roar bounce off the walls. I sighed heavily and curled up onto my side. I squeezed my eyes tightly, forcing the hot tears back as a wave of homesickness washed over me. My chest tightened as I thought of the one person I wished to see and hold. I half-listened as Bellick barked the names off the list which was then accompanied by the shuffling of feet as the inmates stepped out of their cells.
"Sullivan!" My eyes flew opened as I heard my name being called out and quickly walked out of my cell. Hope burst inside of me as the image of Olivia erupted inside my head. The ache to see her grew stronger and I could hardly keep myself still as I thought of the possibility of holding her in my arms. To be able to kiss her freckled nose and touch her silky curls was almost like a dream.
I anxiously followed the line out of the cell block area and down towards a long hall, not noticing that Michael was shuffling forward in front of me.
I glanced towards him and the urge to say something was hard to keep at bay. After a few seconds of hesitation, I opened my mouth but was interrupted.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Ginger. What a treat you are." The southern voice broke the silence and I turned towards my left to see a shorter man. He was still taller than me but only by an inch or two. What his height lacked in intimidation was made up by his lifeless eyes.
I stared at him for a second and finally realized that he was the man on the bleachers. Michael and him had spent the time glaring at each other, exchanging a silent conversation. He was just as disgusting looking up close as he was far away. A few stray hairs flopped in his face and was greasy from his hands running through it often. His facial hair was just as greasy, but it was his eyes that stopped me cold. They were lifeless, just like Officer Peterson, just like the man I had spent years with before I was placed here. He was grinning and I caught a glimpse of his rotten teeth.
"The name is T-Bag, darlin', but you can call me anything you want." His eyes traced my body up and down; I suppressed a shiver of disgust as he twirled a lock of my hair around his dirty fingers.
"D-don't touch me." I stuttered out. I took a step away from him and tried to get as far from him as possible, but the line had come to a stop and instead I had bumped into the cool wall. I glanced towards the front of the line, but wasn't able to see what was happening.
What was the hold up?
"What a lovely voice you have, just makes me want you… eat you up." T-Bag whispered out and chuckled as he saw the disgust and fear in my body. He was leaning towards me until our noses were touching. His right hand was placed against the wall, beside my head, supporting his weight. With his free hand he went to touch my cheek when someone grabbed his thin wrist.
"Leave her alone." I practically collapsed with relief as I heard the soothing voice of Michael. I stepped closer to Michael while he shoved T-Bag back a step or two. T-Bag pursed his lips and glared at Michael.
"This ain't none of your business, Fish." T-Bag hissed out, but he didn't take another step towards.
"When it comes to Lily, it is." I was shocked at his words but neither T-Bag or I had time to react when the CO up front hollered back at us.
"T-Bag! Scofield! Back in line!"
It seemed like the seconds were ticking by slowly as I watched the two men glare at each other, daring each other to make the wrong move. Finally T-Bag turned around and headed back towards the end of the line. I felt a heavy weight lift off my shoulders and felt my lungs fill with air. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath.
"Are you okay?" Michael whispered as he turned towards me.
"Thank you." I smiled up at Michael. His blue eyes stared into my own and I felt my heart pound against my chest as I saw him smile at me. With that smile the conversation from before faded away, along with the mixed emotions.
"Just be careful." Michael reached towards my face and slowly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I could hear the beating of my heart in my ears and heat started from my toes and ran towards my cheeks.
"I wouldn't want anything bad happen to you."
...
One by one the male inmates broke away from the line and headed towards their families. I could feel the eyes of the families on me, the silent questions hung in the air but I ignored the stares and restlessly searched the room for the adorable face that I had hoped would be in the room. I was holding my breath when the sweet, angelic voice cried out.
"Mommy!"
A small cry passed my lips as I saw my baby girl racing towards me. I pushed past inmates who were holding onto their own families and scooped up Olivia. Her short, chubby arms were wrapped tightly around my neck. Her face was smashed against my lips as I repeatedly kissed her over and over again. I could feel the warm tears slip down my cheeks but that went unnoticed as I rocked Olivia back and forth.
"I missed you so much." I whispered into her ear and gave her one more peck before I placed her back on the ground. I kneeled down to her level and smiled at her as I ran my fingers through her brown curls. They were just as silky as I remembered.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" Olivia poked my wet cheek.
"Because Mommy loves you so much." I gave her another peck onto her nose and walked her back to the metal table that was in the corner of the room.
"I love you too!" Olivia giggled out as she bounced on her toes, causing the pink bows in her curls to bounce up and down. The more I watched her smiling the more it felt like I was back at home where the two of us spent the days together. Where we were happy. The good old days.
My heart broke over the daydream, but the sound of Olivia's voice stopped me from collapsing into a crying heap.
"Daddy says that I can come see you every week!" My heart warmed at the thought of seeing her, but soon deflated at the thought of her seeing me in this hellhole week after week. The thought of her being around the rapists and murders -like T-Bag- made me feel sick to my stomach. It wasn't only until we got closer to the table when Olivia's words finally register.
I froze in place with fear as I saw the familiar face that I had longed to forget. His green eyes were similar to those of T-Bag's but unlike the hillbilly this man was clean-cut. He was restricted to a wheelchair, though the last time I had seen him he was able to stand on his own two feet. His blonde hair was combed back and shiny from the gel that he used every morning. He was attractive and even seemed like a decent guy at first glance, but the years I had spent with him proved that he was the exact opposite.
"Mommy?" Olivia's voice sounded like it was coming hundreds of miles away. My blood was rushing to my head and I felt the world start to spin. I stared in fear at the man with the green eyes.
The man who I once called my boyfriend.
...
*Gasp* A boyfriend? Who knew?!
Hello, lovely readers! I know, I know, it has been forever since I last updated and I'm sorry! (I'm on my knees begging for your forgiveness ). Even as I upload this I still feel like it's taking too long for this story to get along, but I promise that the next chapter will be longer! I just felt that I should upload something since it has been forever! Also have you heard about the new season (or is it a movie?) for Prison Break? Pretty exciting!
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