“Girl.” I totally have this. “I aced driver’s ed.”
“Okay.” She shrugs. “But we have to be quiet. That elder is probably still around.”
“Good thing he’s parked right at the back of the driveway.” He was the last one who got here that was driving a vehicle.
The motion sensor lights turn out from where the people had been standing in the yard, shielding us in an even more glorious darkness.
Christina nods her head and we begin to creep toward the car, trying to be as quiet as mice.
His car is just a mere ten feet away so we’re there in no time. I slide the key in the driver’s side lock and turn. It clicks, then I open the door as slow as possible, trying to minimize the noise. Once I’m in, I hit the unlock button so Christina can get in.
It doesn’t take her long to get in and I turn the engine, backing out all at once. The driveway is curved, so I turn the wheel hard, so I can back out on the road and take off. I punch the gas, wanting to get out of here. We hit the main road and I keep backing up just a little further, so I have room to move forward. But all of a sudden, there is a crunch and we stop moving.
“What did you just do?” Christina gets out of the car and walks to the back. “Oh my god, you ran into the neighbor’s mailbox.”
Awe, shit. “Get back in. Hurry, before someone sees us.”
“But…” She stays put.
“Get your ass in the car.” I never knew whisper screaming was a thing until this very minute. “We have to go before someone sees it was us.”
She rushes back to the car, slamming the door.
Once the door is shut, we take off.
I can’t believe I just did that, but right now, we have a reaping to get to. I fly down the road, turn on to the main road that leads to downtown and come to an intersection.
“Aren’t you going to stop?” Christina is grabbing the “oh shit” handle.
“Uh why would I do that?” There isn’t a stop sign in sight. What is she smoking?
“Red light!” Christina screams.
The headlights of the SUV coming at us on her side shine right in my eyes.
My foot twitches to hit the brakes.
He is … right … on us, his headlights too close to Christina.
I hit the gas instead, my heart racing, a scream stuck in my throat.
We clear the intersection, sailing down the street in the sudden silence of the car.
Christina looks at me, panting, practically humping the door. “I thought you said you were good at this.”
“Hey.” I tighten my hands on the wheel. I never want to live through something like that again. That was terrifying. “When did they start putting traffic lights on the side of the road? That’s not where they were in class.”
“It’s where it’s always been.” Her body shakes from laughter as tears start pouring from her eyes. “Maybe I should have driven.”
“Beggars can’t be choosers at this point.” I can’t help but laugh a little. “Now shush. We’re getting close.”
Within the next five minutes, we drive through a gate and we’re pulling into the prison parking lot. I pull into the visitor parking area which is empty. Visiting hours are over, so that makes some sense.
We get out of the car and walk around, looking for something that would stick out. There isn’t anything that seems out of place. We’re quiet, not wanting to alert anyone to our presence but looking for someone familiar.
It’s locked up tight because well … duh, it’s a jail. But … it’s not like it’s maximum security or anything. “What are we going to do?” We can’t give up. We’ve come so far.
Christina pauses and raises a finger up. “I think I know of a way.” She closes her eyes. “Just give me a second.”
“Are you okay?” Is she about to throw up or something?
“No. Just be quiet.” She rubs her hands down her face then opens her eyes. “Follow me.” She turns and walks between two connecting buildings.
“What are you doing?” I hiss at her, but she ignores me.
She keeps going, leaving me behind.
I speed up, catching up with her. We walk away from the main entrance and follow the chain link fence that circles the building. When we get to the point where we are about hundred and fifty feet from the entrance, the fence corners off and we turn, following it halfway around the side.
It’s super dark on this side and it appears that no one is worried about anyone out here. Suddenly, she stops around the halfway point. She bends downs and lifts up a section of the metal fence, which pulls up with no problem.
How the hell did she find a spot in the fence that was weak, just like that? I swear, she’s amazing. It makes a big enough hole for both of us to slide through. If we were any bigger, we wouldn’t fit, though.
“You go first.” She moves to the side, so I can wiggle through first.
Wanting to get there fast, I slip through and crouch on the other side, holding the fence up for her.
Within a few seconds, she’s on the other side with me. She rises to her feet, and takes off at a jog, going in between another two, dark buildings.
We get to two large, smelly garbage cans. There’s a door in between them. She walks between them and bends down. She clasps her hands over it and closes her eyes. After a few moments she opens them and grins. Then she turns the knob and opens the door. As soon as it’s open, she turns to me and smiles. “We’re in.”
9
My heart is racing. “How the hell did you do that?” Christina found us a way into the prison. It
