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Ch. 5 Pretty
Danika POV:
It seemed like in no time at all Paige and I had been in hiding for two months. In the two months we have been in hiding we have gone through so many hideouts. We had any close calls, which was a lot less stress. I could tell the excitement of being on the run was wearing off. We hadn't talked a lot lately.
"Hey Paige," I said. She was sitting by the fire. She looked skinner then usually because she had a huge sweatshirt on with leggings.
"Danni," Paige said smiling.
"Why are you up so late?" I asked.
"Couldn't sleep," She shrugged.
"Insomnia again?" I asked sympathetically. I knew she had problems with Insomnia when she was stressed out.
"Yeah," Paige said distantly.
"Is something wrong?" I asked her concerned.
"Nothing. Guess I miss my parents," She replied. I could tell she was trying not to make it as big of a deal as it was.
"Don't be ashamed of that Paigey," I said trying to comfort her. She shrugged.
"Where are we going tomorrow?" Paige asked.
"We're walking to the next town. They have plenty of woods to hide in," I told her. She didn't look thrilled at the prospect of being in the woods again. She wasn't picky but I could tell camping out was not her idea of fun.
"Sounds like a party," Paige said.
"Oh come on Paigey. Can't tell me you don't enjoying being around Michael so much," I said forming a smile on my face. I seen the looks she gave him.
"Don't know what you're talking about," Paige said.
"Oh come one. I knew you long enough to know when you're smitten," I said smirking. It was hard to miss the looks. They were so obvious. I was surprised that Michael hadn't caught on to it yet.
"He's a convict, an escape convict. Not a guy you would introduce to your parents," Paige said. I frowned at her.
"He's a good guy. Sure he might not have the best reputation but he is nice guy," I said defending my longtime friend. Paige sighed.
"Your right," She said. She put the blanket she was covered him closer to her body.
"You should really eat more," I told her.
"I am eating," Paige said. I sighed. I knew it was pointless to press the subject with her. She was always defensive when it comes to her body. I understood though. I was with her when her body images issues started. It was a hard time for her family. I just hoped that being on the run wasn't having a disastrous effect on my friend.
"You don't look like it. I just don't want you to get sick again," I told her. She looked up at me.
"I'm fine. Just a little homesick," She said. I picked the stew that we made.
"We're going to be fine. We're going to get out of this. When this is all over we'll be home than you and Michael can go on a real date," I said handing her a bowl of stew.
"I hope your right Danni," Paige said taking a bit of stew.
Paige POV:
I slipped further into my sleeping bag. I was so tired and did not want to get to up. I knew I had to though.
"Time to get up Princess," a voice said. I knew who it was. I took my hand out of my sleeping bag flipped him off. I thought I heard a chuckle. God I hated Abruzzi. It wasn't enough that he made it clear I couldn't handle being on the run, but he had to call me that most hated nickname.
"John, leave her alone!" A voice said sternly. My inwardly smile at the voice. I was glad Michael stood up for me.
"Oh Fish, You always know how to spoil the fun," Abruzzi said. I heard footsteps walk away. I decided that it would be counterproductive to remain sleeping, and got up. Like always I felt like an Ogre in the morning. Usually it was pointless to talk to me until after I had my first cup of coffee. I had to adapt really quickly to not drinking coffee.
"Buenos Dias, Chica," Sucre said. I smiled warmly at him. There was something about the Con. I couldn't believe he did something bad enough to land him in Fox River. I heard that Sucre got busted for Arm Robbery.
"Buenos Dias," I replied in the little Spanish I know. Sucre smiled and went back to talking to C-Note. Lincoln and Michael were sitting together on the long talking. It looked like they were in the mist of planning. Danni was at the fire making eggs.
"Need help?" I asked her.
"Sure can you pass plates out?" She asked I nodded. I pass them out. I made sure to spit into Abruzzi's before I gave it to him. He looked at me suspiciously. Shit, he noticed.
"Oh little Princess got jokes," Abruzzi said snarling.
"Touch her, and you will be left behind," Michael snapped stepping in. I looked at him gratefully. It was typical of him to protect others. He was the sweetest person I knew.
"What's going on?" Danni asked walking up to us.
"Princess her decided to be smart and put in an extra ingredient into the eggs," Abruzzi said glaring at me. I glared back. Michael looked at me.
"Get yourself new eggs then, but you are not touching her! Do you understand?" Michael said roughly. It was not in the usually Michael softness. It was abrasive. After everything calm down, we sat down. Michael came up to me.
"Sorry about him. He is not a people person. He tends to think he can control people by pointing a gun in your face," Michael apologetically. I shrugged. I wasn't afraid of Abruzzi.
"Why do they call you Fish?" I asked him.
"Oh, it just means I was a new inmate. I later was rechristen Snowflake," Michael said. I looked at him for an explanation.
"It means I'm white," He said smirking. I laughed. It really wasn't that clever if you thought about it.
"It's better than Pretty," Sucre said smirking as sat down next to us.
"Pretty?" I asked.
"Let's just say, T-Bag wanted Fish here as his Cellie," Sucre chuckled. Michael glared at him. I thought smirked. For some reason Michael hated this guy more than rest. It seemed like he was more of an annoyance.
"Who is this T-Bag?" I asked them. They kept on mentioning him.
"The vilest stack of shit," C-Note replied sitting down.
"Why?" I asked him.
"It's hard to describe T-Bag," Sucre said thoughtfully.
"Let's just say there is very little he won't do," Michael said. I nodded in understanding. Sucre started laughing. I smiled at them. That was the thing about the inmates at Fox River. They seemed like a dysfunctional family.
Bellick POV:
Of all his years at Fox River, Brad Bellick never was outsmart by so many inmates at once. It gave him indigestion when he thought about it. Damn Scofield. He knew there was something not right about him.
"Bellick," One of the rookie C.O. said.
"What," Bellick said roughly. He had been trapped under ground for a full day. He didn't want to deal with stupid questions.
"The Feds want to talk to you," the C.O. said. Bellick groaned. Pope had to call them in. He could deal with escaped Cons. He walked in to his office and saw a man in a suit. Bellick could tell he was high up.
"Brad Bellick," The man said.
"Yes," He replied.
"I'm agent Mahone. I came to talk to you about the escape Cons," Agent Mahone said.
"We got it handled," Bellick replied quickly.
"If those Con reach the border," Agent Mahone said. Bellick knew what would happen. He did not need to know.
"We don't need the extra help," Bellick said sternly.
"When you're down playing Eagle Scouts let me know," Agent Mahone said giving him his card. Bellick crumbled up the card and through it on the floor.
"We have a plan for the Cons," Bellick said angrily.
"What? Invite into them to the Wardens office for milk and cookies," Mahone asked furiously.
"No shoot them on site," Bellick replied