"Up and down the city roads,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the monkey goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel."

"Why do you love whistling?"

"It's a reflex action"

I say looking at my reflection in the cracked mirror like window. Overgrown brown hair, dull grey eyes. My freckles is close to invisible now. My pale skin is now taut and hard. My finger nails are chipped and have dirt underneath them. I sigh in contempt and move to the double bunk.

"More importantly why do you love whistling that song?"

"My maternal grandma used it to put me to sleep" I say suddenly not sure anymore. I Fe so different sometimes and other times I don't recognize myself.

"Hush, go to bed and turn off the lights", the guard to our cell whispers harshly, interrupting our conversation. I look at Tallulah and she doesn't seem happy at all that she got interrupted.

Our other two new prisoners are already fast asleep. Tallulah tries to get up to probably talk some sense to the guard but I stop her and tell her to calm down.

Which is ironic because I'm the one with the slightly temper issue. Slightly!

"He's a new guard and doesn't know the drill. Let me handle it", I mutter subtly.

I get up slowly, the guard eyeing me mysteriously, I walk towards him in an intimidating manner. I reach the bars separating us but still hover way above him.

"Listen here punk....I've been here for two fucking years for something I didn't do and if you think your little warning is going to shut us up then you're in for a ride. Now you either scram or you shut the fuck up. One more fucking word from you about us talking and I'll cut off your balls..."

I reach through the prison bars and grab his member for effect, he squirms beneath my touch and tries to wiggle free but the more he struggles, the more I tighten my grip around them. His eyes suddenly water from the pain I'm inflicting.

"...And use it to make soup for my late night snack. Got it?"
He nods hastily and I release him. He falls to his knees and I give him a dirty smirk.

I know I'm going to pay for the assault of a prison guard later...

"Where did you learn that?", Tallulah asks with astonishment. I just shrug.

Tallulah is also a fellow prisoner like me. She has been here way longer than I've been. She welcomed me with open arms. I told her everything and I remember her saying;

"Dear, this world is vile and the killer is obviously someone you know no doubt. The sooner you accept this the better for you"

"But I don't know lot of people", I had replied with tears in my eyes.

"You're here now. Cry all you want or face reality"

Tallulah had said in a straight forward manner. It took me few weeks to adapt and gain the head of the prisoners, attracting hate from other prisoners.

I was even allowed to interact with the guys, something that was never done. I made two good friends especially.

Tallulah, my cell mate and Jojo my guy friend.

Tallulah was sentenced to forty years imprisonment for the manslaughter of her niece, while Jojo was sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of his daughter.

I know right! Why will someone murder his daughter or manslaughter her niece?

Experience indeed is the best teacher. By the looks of it, these two have changed from what I've been told and the moment I told them about my plan on escaping from here they agreed.

We meet every evening by the field where we engage in a game of friendly soccer. My name has become a house hold name here in prison and some of the prison guards have become of great help.

Well except this unfortunate one, he happened to come at an unwelcome time.

"Come on sweet heart, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow is the big day", the older woman says patting the side beside her. I lay down slowly and finally allow the tears flow freely.

For two long years I've been in this jail. Asher Hudson has been dead for two years. Why does fate have to be so cruel?

"Some things in life are out of your control. It is up to you to make it a party or tragedy"

I recall a quote from my all time favorite author Nora Roberts.

All I've ever wanted was to be known as the female version of Lionel Messi or Christiano Ronaldo. I wanted to be someone...well I am someone alright, who doesn't know Samantha Montero the "murderer"? I'll tell you... No One.

Mother comes to see me every other day. She brings a Nora Roberts novel and my favorite chocolate cookies all the time. Oh how I love reading and cookies too.

Father has come just twice. His fucking money couldn't save me. Really... Money isn't about everything but I'd rather die in a mansion than in a cottage. It's as simple as that really.

Well I guess tomorrow is the big day indeed. Jojo and Tallulah are part of the plan. Hopefully nothing goes wrong.

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"This is detective Larry! Secure the gates. Ring the fire alarm. There's been a jail break"

I smile in my cell as the commotion and ensue. Tallulah smirks at me knowingly. Five officers have already ensured that our cell is locked. We wait for at least five minutes and soon enough, a sturdy, yellowed teeth man opens our cell. The other two girls rushes outside running helter-skelter.

"Jojo!", I exclaim, grinning wildly at him and giving him a hug. He hugs back and hands us the clean clothes. He looks forlonly at me.

"Don't give me that look Jojo, you're coming with us... Aren't you?", I ask suddenly not so sure.

"No Sam. Unfortunately I can't. I won't, please just go. Tallulah take her out fast", he says in a rush as Tallulah drags me out.

He did this for nothing. I planned this with him, he was the master mind behind all this escapade. He should be following us not going back.

"You'll have time to mull later Samantha for now let's just get out of here", Tallulah says dragging me out. I snap out of my thoughts and follow her out of the station, leaving the commotion behind. I walk out a free human.

For the first time in two years. It suddenly feels good to feel the sun against my face again.

Three hours of disguises later, we seat in an open restaurant eating food. Good food!

"Why did Jojo do that?", I ask Tallulah

"Samantha, he has been in that Jail for twenty eight years, he has lost the zeal to escape. What is he or who is he escaping for? He helped you because he was once like you. Young and escape thirsty"

"So you knew right from the start he was not coming?"

"Yes"

"But you've spent nineteen years in Jail, why do you still want to?", I ask munching away on the food, savoring the taste... So heavenly

"I just want to see my nephew one more time and clear the air between us", she warily states. I see a look of disappointment wash over her. Surely she regrets whatever it is she did.

I never really bothered to enquire about her past. I never believed and I still don't believe that a problem shared is a problem solved. I believe that the best way to solve a problem is to deal with it yourself. After all, the best advice you can administer is that which you give your self.

Right?

And as always, I still live by the rule "live life to the fullest", I smirk remembering the moments I spent in Jail. Sure it was torture, I have the scars on my arms to prove it but with Tallulah, she made prison somewhat comfy. If that's believable.

If not for her, I'd have probably given up hope a long time. I was dealt with, brutally. I was even starved. As if life imprisonment wasn't enough, I was given hard labor. My eyes water at the memory. I soon settle for a sour look.

"Well I guess this is it for us then?", I say unsurely. I really don't want to let her go.

She was the best thing that happened to me this past two years. I've grown so attached to her.

"Really, I wish there was some other way", she says outstretching her hand across the table, for me to take it. I take it and clasps our hands together. I try to blink back the tears but to no avail.

"Thank you Tallulah, for everything", I say allowing the tears to flow freely

She stands up and on cue I do the same, we hug each other.

"If it is meant to be, our paths will cross again", she whispers in my ear and lets go of me.

I nod, unable to voice out my thoughts. We hug a little bit longer and finally release each other.

"Have a nice life Tallulah. Te amo!", I whisper.

"Te Amo Samantha", she whispers back. I turn around and walk out of the restaurant, not looking back. This is my new life now. I am a fugitive of the law. I have to keep running if not I'll go back to jail and I don't want that.

First I have to see mother. Let her know of my new plans.

That is no where near sensible!

Then.... I'll find Asher's killer. The real killer.

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A/N
Author: Oookkkaaayyyy.... Why Don't We Start By Welcoming Tallulah. Hey Tallulah

Tallulah: Is This How You Write? So Many Errors.

Samantha: Are You Guys Not Feeling The Thrill I'm Feeling From The Escapade We Just Conducted?

Author: Excuse Me...No We Don't. You "Killed" Asher Not We

Samantha: You Made Me Do It. You Constructed It..You Planned It. You WROTE It!!

Tallulah: Seriously Why Did You Do It? You Could Have Gone For Something Cliche And Epic At The Same Time.

Samantha: Thank You! Finally Someone Understands

Isabella: Heyyy I Understand You Better Than Anyone, I'm Your Mother

Author: How Many Times Do I Have To Tell You I Don't Do Cliche. Cliche Is Not My Thing

Tallulah: Well Make It

Isabella: Why Can't You Guys Get Along?

All: Not Now!

Author: Just Go Make Supper, After The Vote Of Thanks, I'm Hungry

Samantha: I'm Also Famished But You Don't Get To Talk To My Mother That Way

Tallulah: Is No One Bothered That This Is The Last Chapter I'll Portray In?

Author: Please... You Betrayed Samantha

Samantha: She Did What!

Author: Oops I Just Gave A Massive Spoiler. Why Can't You Guys Shut Up?

All: *Continues To Bicker And Quarrel*

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