Page 232 of Fragments
“Please, please, please…” I whisper, grabbing the metal bar of my cell door.
Andclick. I push it open.
Oh my GOD, it works! I’m a genius! Fuck everyone!
I’mholleringinside, shaking so hard I almost drop LOIS 2.0 on the ground. My adrenaline is jacked through the roof as I peek my head out into the row.
Holy crap, I’m free. I’m literally out of my cell right now.
Okay, focus, spazz. You have very limited time to pull off what you’re trying to accomplish here.
Stepping out into the row, I tiptoe like a kid sneaking to catch Santa Clause on Christmas Eve. The row is quiet and dark, nothing but snores coming from the other cells. But still, I need to be stealth. If one of these fools is awake and they spot me, it’ll be all over.
Prancing past the cells, I stay light on my feet while making it quick, and by the time the door is in sight, I’m practically running. I make sure to disable the camera on the other side before pushing on the door to the row, which opens for me because I’m a fucking badass.
Closing it quietly, on the other side, I release a long exhale. Then I switch the cameras back on in the row, making my way through the halls. In the direction of the East Wing.
Turning cameras on and off takes a little more time than I wish it did, but it’s the smart play because I can’t have anyone in the control room getting suspicious. I’m not sure if the Warden replaced the guys in there, but I have to assume he’s at least watching things more carefully now. And I’m not trying to get caught.
Not when I’m on my way to hold my man again for the first time in what feels like a fucking eternity.
Listening carefully as I go, I stick close to the walls, taking the long way down, past the rec room, in order to avoid solitary, since you need keys to get around down there. It takes nearly a half hour, especially pausing at every creak and thump I hear. This building is noisy as hell, and there seem to be some loud winds billowing outside.
I’m shivering, from nerves and the cold, creeping through hallway after hallway. I don’t even really know where I’m going, but I just need to keep moving. Finally, I make it into the East Wing, and I’m frenzied, darting up and down the rows of padded cells, peering in each small window for any sign of dark hair and blue eyes.
But I don’t see him anywhere.
Disappointment is creeping.If I did all of this just to get to him and he’s not evenhere, I don’t know what I’ll do.
But at the end of the final row, in the last cell, I look through the tiny plexiglass window and my heart screeches to a halt.
Oh, baby…
Curled up on the floor in a straitjacket is my boyfriend. Eyes closed, dark hair hanging in his face. I feel like such a wimp, but I’m about to cry.
Ready to charge inside and attack him, I glance down at the door, dread crawling fast from my stomach all the way up my throat. There’s a handle with a lock.
A fucking lock!?
Why?? Why on earth is there a goddamn motherfucking lock??
I growl out of frustration and devastation, ready to collapse.
“Lex?”
My eyes jump. Ren is wobbling to his feet and rushing to the door.
“Baby,” I whimper, touching the window.
He’s justsobeautiful. So sad and happy and tired and fucking gorgeous, I can’t even breathe.
“H-how are you here??” he sputters, and I can barely hear him through the stupid door.
“I… I had to come see you,” I tremble out the words. “I miss you so fucking much, Ren. I’mdyingwithout you. I got my computer working… I came all the way down here only to get stopped by a goddamnlock. Fuck, baby, I wanted to hold you…”
He sniffles, lips shivering and looking all pouty and delicious.
“I want to kiss you so bad,” I whine. “Thissucks.”
