Chapter Twelve

"You're . . ."

"Sick? Is that the word you're looking for? Well, you should've seen me the morning after he was done with me," I hissed, my eyes trained on the passed out form of the rapist.

From within the prison, footsteps bounced off the terrazo floors. The footsteps were heavy, loud, quick. They were coming for us.

"I'm assuming you hear those?" Bunny asked. His face was frozen in a frown. A deep annoyed, traumatized frown.

"Unfortunately, my plan didn't cover escape," I said, embarrassment prominent in my voice. I didn't really think it through because the excitement of getting revenge on the rapist clouded my thoughts. "If they're moving that quickly, they probably know that we're here."

"Then why are we still standing here instead of moving?"

"I..." I what? I didn't want to leave him alive! Even though the idea of him living in the pain I put him through, granting him life sounded like a stupid thing to do. I mean, what if he then began seeking revenge on me? What would I do when he was released and came to do something worse to me?

"Barbara, what ever you're thinking, save it for another time. I just slept with a man for you, I'm not going to go to jail too. Move," Bunny hissed as he shoved me.

He was right. If I wanted to kill him, I should've planned for that. Now was not the time to make last minute plans.

With one glance at the passed out form of the evil man before me, I turned and ran after Wolfgang and Bunny. Once we were out of the cell, we slowed down and began walking so that we wouldn't seem more suspicious than we already were. To my absolute horror, the lights came on. They were bright and in them, it was easy to detect the oily nature of my skin, showing that it was a poorly done tan.

It was only a couple of minutes more until we got discovered, and unless we could get out without detection, we were screwed.

"Barbie, what do we do now?" Wolfgang asked. "Your tan is so obvious in the bright lights!"

"I—" my dialogue was interrupted by a loud voice coming from the PA system. Apparently, the prison had been informed that there were imposters within and they were dressed as police guards.

It turned out the police officers Bunny had beaten up had woken up much sooner than we'd thought they would. We had only a couple of minutes to get out of there before they recognized Bunny—which they would.

"They're going to search all of us. We won't be able to get out. Goodness, I'm going back to prison," Wolfgang whispered, desperation laced in his bass.

"No you're not. If anyone's going to prison tonight, it'll be me. Both of you will get out of here."

I meant that. This was my mess, and I wasn't going to drag both of them into it, especially not Wolfgang, who was only helping me to save his brother.

We began moving a little bit quicker. We'd taken the path through the prisoner's outdoor gym so that we were once again surrounded by darkness. Just before we exited the main prison building, we spotted torches being shown into police guards faces and IDs being checked.

I let out an agitated breath as we got closer to a large fence we would have to scale if we wanted to get out in one piece.

There was a barbed wire at the top of the fence, and it was nearly twelve feet tall. Lights from buildings high above moved over the fence also, to enable to watchers to see what was around it. We wouldn't be able to scale even four feet until they saw us.

"We can't go through here. What are we going to do now?" Bunny asked.

I gulped, misery pooling in my bowels. Even after I'd gotten my revenge on him, the monster had still managed to make my life impossible. Sure it felt good that I'd done to him what he did to me, but did it make it any easier? Did it erase the realistic flashbacks? Did my hands stop shaking whenever I thought of that night?

No.

Was it worth it at all?

At least, I got justice. So many people's rapists were still walking around freely, but mine had been incarcerated. Shouldn't I have been grateful? Why did I have to do this?

"Hey you!" a loud baritone voice came from behind us.

We three turned around uniformly to see a police guard holding a prisoner firmly in handcuffs. My heart plummeted into my stomach as his eyes fixed on Wolfgang and his lips curved upwards into a smile.

"You! You did this? How stupid could you be, boy? Did you think we weren't going to find you? Heck, you came back here yourself! Do you like being here?" he asked, laughing. He shoved the prisoner away and kicked the side of his waist to which he groaned.

He advanced towards Wolfgang greedily, the bells of promotion probably ringing in his head. What happened next happened so quickly. I could barely even take in a breath before Bunny rushed forward and plunged the knife into the guard's belly.

It took everything in me not to scream. This was what I didn't want; the bloodshed of innocents. He was just doing his job for crying out loud. He hadn't attempted to hurt anyone.

Wolfgang watched in shock, just like me, as Bunny removed the keys from the police man's belt and unlocked the prisoner's cuffs. While the prisoner watched in amazement, Bunny pushed the bloodied knife into his palm and said three words that rocked my entire world. "Start a riot."

The prisoner nodded, wickedness gleaming in dark soulless pits he called eyes. He snatched the knife up and rushed back into the prison building. Not long after, the sounds of men screaming and the smell of blood filled the air. People were dying in there, innocent officers, and it was all my fault.

Bunny waited for a while, until the violence and terror was at its crescendo, then he grabbed my hand and tugged me forward. "Now is the time. They'll be so busy killing each other that they won't even see us leave."

I was in too much shock to even protest. I just followed, my other hand instinctively grasping Wolfgang's. We went into the building, jumped over dead bodies, lost our footing in pools of crimson liquid, and raced for the prison gates.

The riot was even more widespread than I thought. In less than twenty minutes, even the police officers at the gate were either dead or bleeding, and dangerous criminals with blood splattered clothes were running towards their freedom.

I felt sick to the stomach. I couldn't stop the tears from running down my face. If I'd known this was the price I'd have had to pay for my revenge, I wouldn't have gone ahead with it. It hurt so much that I felt my heart squeeze.

Just as we neared the gates, we spotted our getaway car leaving at full speed, the heads of hollering criminals sticking out the windows. All my hopes that this horrible night would end soon came to a crashing halt, along with the last bit of my sanity.

My entire being crumbled in those few seconds. I fell, my hands letting go of the men's hands I was clutching. Wolfgang crouched beside me as he drew me into his arms, his shoulder muffling my frantic sobbing.

The sound of determined footsteps approached us steadily along with groans and gasps that spoke of fatigue and yet excitement. Excitement for what? Excitement to kill?

I looked behind me, just in time to see one of the escaped criminals stabbing Bunny in the back. I screamed as time seemed to still.

Bunny's eyes went wide, the realization of what had happening slamming into him like a stab in the back. His massive form crashed to the ground. The ground shook, I felt it beneath me, the feel of the earth accepting its son. I could see it in his eyes; he was dead before he even hit the floor. His life was gone before he even fully grasped that it was all over for him.

I was confused for a while, but it made sense after a few seconds had passed. We were still dressed as officers. The prisoners would certainly want us dead.

It seemed like Wolfgang was calling me, but he sounded so far off that I wondered whether he was a figment of my imagination.

He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder in a way that no gentleman should ever handle a lady. He began running. I could tell from the uncomfortable way my body was thrown upwards and brought back down onto his sharp shoulder.

Behind us, there were bloodthirsty screams. I must've been slowing him down. He should've left me, but he didn't. I wondered why he didn't. I would've left me if I were him.

My underwater—like state was rudely shoved out of my mind as the clear, loud honk of a car and the unmistakable voice of Wolfgang's older brother, Kofi, resonated through my head.

"Get in!" he yelled, beckoning us with a wild wave of his hand.

In that moment, I was so grateful that he was a nosy son of a bitch. Even though I wasn't sure whether I didn't want one of the criminals to end my life like they did Bunny's, I was grateful.

Wolfgang shoved me in first. He barely had time to get in. It wasn't enough time. One of the criminals had grabbed his arm and dug an already bloodied knife right down his hand.

The noise made by his screams drowned out Kofi's own angered scream as he yanked the knife out and stuck it in the prisoner. I was torn between watching Kofi stab the prisoner multiple times and watching blood gush out of Wolfgang's hand like a bloody waterfall.

It all felt unreal.

The prisoner was well and truly dead before Kofi got back into the car. Other prisoners who'd been chasing us backed away once they took sight of the murderous look on Kofi's face and the body he'd decorated on the ground.

Kofi wiped his hands on his shirt and got into the car, driving so quickly that you'd think we'd gotten the chance to escape hell.

The rest of the ride was absolutely silent. I was still in a dream-like state, Wolfgang was sobbing as he clutched his bloody hand, and Kofi stared ahead with his face stuck in an emotionless phase.

And funnily, the worst was yet to come.

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