Jeff's POV:

 I scoffed and scowled.  I didn't appericate being caged up like some animal.

  I was not a tiger, a bear, or a lion. Why was I in here anyway?

   There was no way his Chole had told on me.

    I thought about the last time he had seen her and snapped.

    Ugh, I thought it must have been that redhead.

  Why was the redhead with her?  Who was he to her?

    Why did he barge in the middle, of my discussion with her and that little brat?

      I decided I would find a way to get out.

     Once I did I would go after the redhead. Why bother going after the girls? It would be more fun watching the boy suffer. Yes, he thought, I am coming after you, Nathaniel.

      I hated that guy big time. It was him who had taken Chole from him and he would make him pay.

         I  vowed to kill the boy the next time he saw him. I did not care if he was grown no one messes with Chole, but me, I thought.

           I  saw a guard walk past and did not like the way, the man looked at me.

           I reached my hands through the bars and squeezed his neck tight. I laughed as the guard gasped for air, turned blue, and passed out.  There I thought, he knew I meant business.

            I  went to his bed laughing a sinister laugh.

     I waited until the other guards fell asleep watching the news. I had taken a knife from the dead guy. It was not the only thing I had gotten off of him. Yes, I had the keys too.

      I used the key to remove the handcuffs, then, I opened the cell and sneaked out into the hall. I  used the key to open the next set of doors, took the elevator downstairs, and sneaked past the outer guards, I opened the gate and was a free man.

  I am coming for you Nathaniel I thought. Why stop at him?  I better go after both him and the brat. Those two would pay, yes, I felt that it would do.

    I found some clothes hanging out to dry which surprised me. I didn't no anyone used those things anymore, I thought everyone was into dryers now. I removed the prison garb and put on the plaid shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

     I ran off. 

Soon, I arrived in a nice neighborhood. I was unsure if I was in the right section of houses or not.

   I heard talking and I looked inside, I saw the brat sitting there in the living room with a book, Perfect I thought, I used the knife to break inside. I was furious with all the noise it made when the glass broke. The girl looked at me, and I put a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. I  forced her to enter the kitchen and used the knife to make an etch mark across her arm, and let go of her mouth. She winced from the pain.  I was about to plunge the knife into her chest to finish her off when someone came behind me. 

   I did not get a good look at them, but I felt something cold and hard hit the back of my head twice. I passed out on the kitchen floor dropping the knife in the process.

  Was I dead? I was not sure. Who could be in a situation like this one?

  *Author's note: For those who wonder the story has a happy ending that is all I will say.