1. I hate men.

Amanda's POV

Bad choices.

Apparently, that's what got me here. I don't understand why these 'bad choices' are bad at all. I don't regret what I have done. I have reasons. Reasons to which no one understands or knows. I know what I did. I'm not blind, I know what I did, and I'm not sorry. Maybe these choices aren't bad for me, but bad for others.

As I look at where I am, I don't regret anything. The walls made of cement are five inches thick. The bars only move twice a day. The fence outside of these walls is even taller than this building. And there's maximum security 24/7. Almost impossible to escape this place. Keyword: almost.

"Open up section D, number 35!" The guard mutters in his portable radio. In a matter of seconds, a guard pulls me out of my cell.

"Dumb bitch!"

"Make way for the queen of sluts!"

"Have fun fucking the warden!"

"Don't tire yourself too much, don't want to disappoint the guards!"

"Don’t forget to clean up!"

"Mention me! I can give him all the pleasure he wants!"

These are just a few comments I receive as the guard and I walk past all the other cells. I have been here for almost a week, and everyone thinks the chief has a 'thing' for me. I simply ignore the voices and instead imagine how I wouldn't hesitate to strangle them to death.

We barely escape the loud cheers when the guard decides to lead me down a different hall. “You’re paying me now,” He whispers rather loudly. We take several turns until we are far away from the other guards.

He quickly opens one of the janitor's closets and pushes me in the darkroom before he closes the door behind him. Once I find and flip the light switch, he attacks me with his dry lips against my neck as he fiddles with the keys to take off my cuffs. Holding back a noise of disgust, I fake some moans as he finally manages to get my cuffs off.

"You're so hot, Lindsey," he mumbles against my neck, fiddling with his pants.

"I know," I pull away. This is so gross, why did I agree to this? Zack is in so much trouble, I swear I’ll just barf all over him.

"You're so good." he licks his lips. He should really buy a pack of chapsticks.

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After ten awful minutes locked in that room, I walk out with my hands in loose cuffs. We walk side by side until we reach the main office. "Just sit right here, someone will come and get you," he orders sternly before giving me a wink. Sitting down obediently, I nod and give him a fake smile in return.

I hate men.

“What are you here for this time?” Katy, the warden's assistant, asks in a sweet tone. Katy is a total sweetheart, if anything she’s the only one I’ll miss from this place.

“To be honest, I don’t even know anymore,” I reply and fake a yawn. I wasn't really called up, but no one knows that. It’s currently 3:12 pm. Just one more minute.

Ring Ring.

As soon as Katy hears her mom's voice, she completely forgets I’m there. I take this chance to grab and put one of her pens in my pocket before getting a napkin from her desk and pull the alarm that is conveniently behind her.

"Hold on, Mom," She lowers the phone down and nods, “You know the drill, Lindsey.” A newbie arrives to take me back to my cell for a count.

The alarm was the signal for every officer to surround the cells and make sure no one escapes. Without hesitation, I surprise the guard and stab the pen in his neck. He gasps and tries to grab me as he falls to the floor. I pull out the pen and stab him again until he finally passes out.

Satisfied, I calmly walk toward the end of the hall and take a right turn instead of left. I jog down the hall and smile once I see the big truck. I make sure no one is looking, climb up and hide in between boxes. The workers close the doors and lock it. Just in time.

"You have to leave, I'm sorry, you can come back tomorrow." I hear a guard say.

"No worries." The driver responds. Three... Two... One... We are off. I made it. I'm out of the building. But still not past the gates. I take a deep breath and stay quiet for the rest of the ride. Listening and counting, making sure I was not exposed.

By now we’ve made it miles away from the prison. They probably have everyone lined up in order, ready to count the heads in the room. Once they find out that I'm missing it will be too late. The truck starts to slow down, and the roaring engine suddenly comes to a stop. Why did he stop? We aren't there yet. With an annoyed sigh, I take out the gun hidden under the food box. The doors open to reveal the sunlight. Oh no, he better not ask for extra.

"What are you doing?" I stand up and question him. "We still have another five minutes until they start counting."

"Yes, but I want my side of the deal," he grins like a child.

"I said you would get it as soon as I'm across the border," I arched an eyebrow. This man is really testing me.

"How do I know you aren't lying? I want it now," He demands. Once again, I hate men.

"It seems that you're forgetting who you are talking to... Do you need a reminder?" I take a step closer.

"No, I don't. That's why I want my money. Now." I sigh at his answer.

"Wrong answer." I take out my gun and point it at him. All signs of humor drop from his face as he rushes to put his hands up in defense.

"What a-are you doing?" he slowly backs away, trying to not freak out, "I have a family, children." he reminds.

"I'll make sure they get the money since you won't be able to give it to them yourself." I pull the trigger. One on the left, then the right, then his head. He drops to the ground, blood spewing from his head. I placed the gun in his hand after making sure my prints were not on it.

I walk over to the backpack that is hidden behind other boxes. I put on the grey sweats and black hoodie before throwing my prison clothes in the bag. I put in green colored contacts and brush my hair before putting it in two braids. I check the time on my watch before pulling my sleeve over it.

"Sorry, dude." I look down at the dead body. If only he went along with the plan, he would still be here. I jump out of the truck and run until I make it to the airport. We weren't exactly that far.

I quickly blend in with all the people. Everyone was running around, looking for their luggage or their ride.

"Flight 247," I mumble to myself. I take out the passport from the backpack and get in line. Because of the delay, I'm the last person to board.

"Passport please." I hand it over to the flight attendant. "This is you?" She looks closely at the picture.

"Yes." I nod. I knew it. I knew my picture looked fake.

"Have a nice flight, Daisy." She nods and lets me go. Guess not.

I rush to take my seat. I look out the window and smile proudly. I made it. I'm finally leaving this place.

For good.