Red ♥

Red Hair.
Red Lips.
Red Blood.
When Zayn meets Red, he's close to death.
She's his princess in combat boots.
She saves his life, and now she has to pay the price.
Survival101 - Never fall in love with the broken.

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18. Escape

Kayleb sat down opposite me, holding a lunch tray.

"Hi." I murmered, picking at my almost-frozen peas.

"You need to eat, y'know."

"Yes, I know. I'm just pissed about yesterday." I'd told Kayleb about Scott, about Zayn (which had made him pretty pissed himself), and about the girls too. I missed them all, especially Scott.

"It's understandable. Althought I'd hold a pretty bad grudge against my bestfriend who'd killed my boyfriend who's brother has me on his most wanted list."

I shot an icy glare at him before turning back to my 'dinner'.

"I'm just sayi-" Kayleb's next insensitive remark was cut off when a small, hard hand slammed onto the table infront of me. I stared at the ringed fingers before trailing my eyes up a skinny arm and up to an angry face.

Oh shit.

Courtney Calvert.

I took a deep breath and looked up at her through my eyelashes. Godess stop me from killing her right now.

Courtney and I had been worst enimies since I arrived in this prison at the age of fifteen. Ever since she dumped a mini bowl of fruit and syrup over my hair. It took five whole days to wash out, and it just got worse when three years passed. I was in and out of jail, and she was angry that Harry kept on bailing me out over and over again. She hated me for 3 reasons:

1) She's jealous because she's had an all-mighty crush on Harry since she was 11.

2) She's always been stuck in this hell hole since the age of fourteen, and will be till she turns 20.

3) Nobody has ever bailed (or liked) Courtney Calvert since she arrived in jail. No one.

But I had Harry; Harry who was always bailing me out, Harry who would go on shopping (theiving) spree's with me, Harry who would patch me up if I got hurt. We had a bond. And I guess all that went downhill after Scott came into the picture. But I have to ask: Why didn't Harry come back to me after killing him? Was it because I turned away? Was it because I didn't give him a chance afterwards? Was it because he felt guilty? Godess knows I wasn't going to even consider what the real reason might be.

"Bitch." she said it like she was saying a simple 'hello'.

"Slag."

"Whore."

"Fatso."

"Skinny rat."

"Douchebag."

"Don't look at me."

"I can't, it hurts my eyes when I do."

I'd always win things like this, no matter how shit I felt. She let out a frustrated grunt and lifted her hand off the table. Kayden was muffling a laugh infront of me and I couldn't help but grin at him. The grin was wiped of my face, replaced with a thunderous expression, when a hand flew across my face.

"YOU FUCKED UP GYPSY!" I didn't even think, the words just spilled out my mouth. I balled my hand into a fist and lunged it into her face, causing her to stumble back and fall onto the floor. I blew on my knuckles and winced. The top of my fingers had been skinned, blood patched about my knuckles. Courtney had one hard jaw.

"You didn't." Her voice was low but dangerous. I knew she was angry. Her hand raised high and I was ready to block her from hitting me, but her leg came up and booted my in the stomach. I curled over and heard a plastic chair scrape across the linolium.

"Don't, Kayleb. I'm a big girl." With those words, I stood erect, turned round and pulled my elbow back into her face, hearing a skin-splitting sound before growling and leading Kayleb out the dining hall and back into our cell.

 

 

"Stop it." I drew in a hiss through my clenched teeth and made my body stiffen, bracing myself a little. I was practically numb, but Courtney's blows really packed a punch.

"No, you need taking care of." I felt a little happy shot at that, the fact that I was being taken care of instead of the other way round. Not that I was getting used to the idea of role-reversal.

"Fine." I loosened the muscles in my body and embraced the pain as he stitched up the cut on my right eyebrow. That was going to leave a scar.

After he was finished, it must've been seven o' clock and we were sitting on the bottom bunk talking about our favourite chocolate biscuit.

"I haven't had those in so long." Kayleb murmered, his back rested against the cold cell wall.

"Well, I'll get Harry to bail you out too! Godess knows how much money the guys got!" I said, bumping his elbow in hope of lightening the mood.

The corner of his lip pulled up, a dimple surfacing.

"Lucky sod."

"Tell me about it. I've got to steal for a living, and you've gotta wedge off crack. Talk about desperation." Absent-mindedly, I rested my hand on his palm and he intertwined our fingers. I barely noticed until I saw him leaning forward, his lips puckered, soft and plump. Without thinking, I kissed him. His tongue slipped through my teeth and I dragged my top teeth across his bottom lip, his hands unzipping my suit and pulling it down to reveal my white shirt. After taking that off too, he rolled me over so I was under him and unzipped his, pulling it down to  his waist like the bald guys did three cells down. I ran my fingers through his soft wavy hair and he embraced me. Godess, I haven't been touched like this in so long.  "Red." he murmured into my neck, sucking on the skin gently. I moaned softly and kissed him harder, our bodies begining to grind against eachother. I knew what was going to happen, and I didn't want to stop it, but I pushed him back gently and whispered in his ear:

"Not tonight. Tomorrow, okay?" I hadn't told him I was with Zayn, so he wouldn't feel guilty. And I didn't, because we hadn't really done anything. We'd just kissed, that was all.

"Yeah, tomorrow." he gasped, his chest heaving. Blood was sprinting around my body, my breath coming faster and faster. I zipped my suit back up and tied up my hair with the elastic band which had fell onto his pillow. When I went to pick it up, Kayleb grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. I smiled weakly before climbing up the ladders and falling onto my bed, exhausted.

 

 

It must've been at least four o' clock in the morning when I got up, still wide-awake, and climbed down gently, careful not to wake Kayleb up. After eating one toffe, I slid down the brick wall and sighed. I hadn't slept at all.

When I heard the scraping of brick against brick, all my sences flared up. When I turned around, I noticed one of the bricks in the wall had slidden out of place. Undescribable joy overwhelmed me and I began rapidly ripping out bricks, throwing them over my shoulders, my breathing heavy and loud. Tears were falling, tears of joy. When I'd dug out a hole big enough to fit through, I turned back and saw Kayleb curled up on his bed, sleeping. I looked around wildly before running over to him and shaking his shoulders to wake him up.

"Kayleb! Kayleb!" I stage whispered. "I know how to get out! Come on! We have to go!" I pulled him out the bed and we both clambered through the hole and into a grassy ditch outside. The night air welcomed me, swirling around my body and making my fringe lift and fall. I put all the bricks back and we both bolted out into the main town, past the local Starbucks. We were so close to my apartment.

When we turned the corner, we were in an unrecognizable place. It was then when I realised that I'd left Kayleb's toffe in our cell. Officer Wilkinson would know I was the one who'd escaped. I was first on his list.

Damn it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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