Drake stares at me, shocked. "You didn't think of that . . . hmm, maybe two years ago? Instead of now?"
He hisses, then blinks, and stares at me in what seems like letting all his anger out. He presses his wet lips against mine, takes my hand then places it on his shoulder.
"What do you want from me now?" I ask, taking a step away from him, wiping my lips with a hand in disgust.
"Oh nothing," he snickers, darting his eyes around the cell. I take a long stare at him. Earlier in the cafeteria he was flirting with the young server lady, the young guard, the office manager and now he kisses me?
"What was with you flirting with all those women, and especially the new cafeteria girl, Annabelle?" I question, crossing my arms. I remember her printed name on her bright red shirt.
"What, aren't I allowed to? I really wanted Jell-O and the prison map." He laughs, sliding the map from his pocket onto the small table centered in our cell.
"A map! You were planning to escape, and you didn't even bother to tell me?" I snap. Fury boils within me, and my fist instinctively lashes out, punching him in the stomach. Drake groans with pain and falls to the filthy stoned floor, clutching his abdomen.
"For a girl like you, you are quite the feisty one." He smiles again after a while, standing to his feet, all the while trying to recuperate.
"No, I'm not," I sneer, staring down at my orange suit. It's marked with a big black "M" on the pocket which stands for "murder". Obviously I murdered my boyfriend.
"I was gradually going to tell you after I planned it out. No one knows our plan, and Annabelle is so stupid she'll never guess. She must have thought I liked her. I'm not that good looking," he retorts. Wrong -- to girls, Drake is like an eye opener, really attractive. He has curly brown hair, green eyes, and a few freckles across his nose and cheeks. Any girl is lucky to catch him, but at times I find him too annoying and goofy; he doesn't take the prison seriously. He's made friends with our cell guards, though as a guard, it's illegal to do that.
"Oh okay," I say, mulling over the new prospect. After a short while, I respond. "Let's shut the curtains in front of the bars to get some privacy, so we can start our planning," I say, forcing a smile across my face. I move away from the table and stretch out my arms, grabbing the dirty gray curtains and pulling them together. Usually when someone pulls the curtains, it means that they're close to death or sick. All eyes are cast upon me; even the guards stare at me in astonishment, thinking Drake has gotten terribly ill. I shake my head dazedly and tie the curtains together with a large rope on the ground.
"So I thought, Eden, that maybe when we go to the cafeteria tomorrow for breakfast to grab some spoons, forks and plastic knives. We can use your Spice girl poster to cover it up the hole we dig up with the spoons." Drake grins, obviously feeling proud of himself.
"Uh . . . seems like a ton of work, but have you looked at the wall? It's made from stone, Drake, stone! Not rubber or plastic . . ."
Drake butts in. "But -- but, it could still work. It's not like you have a better idea."
"Um, I think I do. Why don't we escape from the window?" I insist, leaning against it, while crossing my arms. Drake stands still, breathing in my face. It smells like last month's dump. We haven't brushed our teeth since last week.
"We could, yes. But do you realize how thick the glass is? And that there are, like, ten centimeter bars, behind the window?" Drake says, tapping the glass with his dirty fingernails.
"Fine, then we'll get the stupid spoons and scoop the wall out. Gosh," I squeak in a funny voice, stomping to my top bunk.
"Good night Eden," Drake shouts, sitting down on his bed. He gets ready to sort out tomorrows day. I ignore him and it seems, fall asleep instantly.
I awake on my bed , from the rattling noise of the cell gates emerging open. Drake grunts as a guard grabs him by the arms and yanks him to his feet.
"Get up you lazy bones."
The guard cackles spitting on Drakes shoulder I peer down from my top bunk. His eyes glare at me in innocence. I could tell something was boiling up inside of him Drake is a timid person but when someone pushes him to the point his face goes cherry red, boy you better watch out. As I was silently watching guards mocking him, kicking him and laughing at him all of a sudden. Drake lashes out a vicious punch to the guards face, shaking free from the guards hands and sprinting off down the prison hall. A loud, piercing siren goes off. At that moment, it felt as my mind took over my body. I leapt out of the bed multi-punching two guards in the face and darted off after Drake with crowds of guards charging after us in all directions.
Why did Drake have to run off? He now has made a bad name for both of us? Gosh Drake has a bad temper! I hope the guards don't search our cell but it's likely they will. Will they find our plan? Will they kill us if they did? Question started darting around in my head as I sprinted
down the long halls lightened by torches. Behind us were guards sprinting for there life after us in their hands were guns - but we were too far away to be shot. My body was going to give up running. It had felt that we'd already run a kilometer and I'm not an athletic type. The only thing making me run were the prisoners cheering and clapping and laughing at us. Drake was way ahead of me I could tell by his shadows and the noise of his slapping feet on the stoned floors.
"HEY MISSY YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND NEED TO STOP."
A guard screamed with laughter. They took this as a complete joke, they probably thought I was a wimp and would give up any second now. Haha, but I'm not a wimp! I came to a halt, standing in front of the guards with a furious face. They looked shocked. I licked my dry thin lips and let out a loud scream kicking all guards in the head with a hock kick I learned in Martial Art. These guards did nothing! Why didn't they shoot me? Or tackled me? Why?
"EDEN, EDEN HURRY UP! LET'S GO!"
Drake's voice screamed as he ran up towards me grabbing my shaking right arm.
"Haha kids these days are so immature and for that they get them self into much bigger trouble." chuckled one of the guards as he grabbed me from behind, by the neck, holding a gun to my head. He was the one they dropped to the floor before I even kicked them.
"Please Mr. Please. Don't shoot me," I cried, shaking and sweating.
"Why would I when I can take you up to the tower. Where all Escapers go," He snickered staring at Drake as if he were the Devil.
A big built guard grabbed Drake and cuffed his hands together.
"Let's take these two to the tower Bruce," the guard, Darren ordered.
We slowly walked through corridors, up many stairs and bumped into quite a lot of security until a huge, gloomy, gray tower stood before us.
"What do you think there going to do with us Drake?" I whispered breathing heavily. The guard holding kicked me in the shins.
"I don't know Eden, but it's not going to be nice," he sighed staring at the tower.