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A/N: I updated again :D Okay, this is kind of a sad chapter at one point, so be sure you have some tissues just in case! As previously said, 44 will be about the boys getting ready and 45 will be the prom. :) I am so excited about it XD Anyway, enjoy this, and unless I finish my science project early or stay up really late tonight, this'll be the last chapter until next weekend! Enjoy!!!!!!!!

The night couldn't have been more quiet.

Sadly for Crystal, though, that meant that she had to be absolutely silent if she'd want to make this jail break happen.

Lucky for her, the guards were all asleep-thank goodness for horrible sleep patterns-and her fellow cell mates could care less if she made a break for it.

She knew that there were cameras everywhere that were constantly guarded, but thanks to an older cell mate and about thirty packs of cigarettes, she had obtained a map of all the places where those pesky cameras wouldn't look. Places that, oddly, were very easy to get to. 

Crystal was half way through the first hall, the first of her obstacles, when suddenly, a cell mate snatched the back of her collar and pulled her against her own cell, hitting her stomach right into the bars. Crystal winced and then looked straight into the Latino girl's eyes.

"Del," she growled quietly, already pulled her stomach away from the bars, making sure that if there was a next impact, it wouldn't harm her baby, "get your hands off me."

"What the hell do you think you're doing, cheerleader?"

Crystal sighed and looked around the halls. "I'm making a break for it, Del. I have to get with my baby's father."

"You loco, chica?" Del asked, her accent flowing heavily into her sentence. "They catch you out here and you'll be fried, as in fried in a chair."

Crystal rolled her eyes and looked to her right. "They won't do that. I have a baby that they wouldn't dare touch. It'll be easy to get away with everything with this little girl in me."

"Okay, but once that chica is out you're going to be doomed to the chair."

"I know what I'm doing," Crystal snapped. "now stop talking so I can make it out of here."

Del shrugged and let go of her collar, watching in disbelief as Crystal snuck down the rest of the hall.

"She'll be sorry."








"That's what you get for snoring in my ear."

"I was not-"

"You snored, Adam. You know I'm a heavy sleeper, and you woke me."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."



Suddenly, the two boys looked over at Adam's bedroom door to see a super sleepy Neil standing at the door with a stuffed animal in hand and footsie pajamas. Kris had to bite down on his lip to stop from laughing.

"I am TIRED and I NEED my rest! So GO TO BED!!!!!!!!"

And with that, the zombie otherwise known as Neil went to bed, his footsteps quickly fading down the hall until the sound of his door being shut rang through the hall. Kris turned to look at Adam and nearly fell into a fit of laughter at his expression.

"Neil has a stuffed animal he takes everywhere still?" Kris said, cracking up as he spoke. Adam shrugged.

"I didn't know he still wears footie-pajamas, and I've lived with him forever."


The halls echoed with every step, and yet every step lead to freedom from her shackles and off to take care of what had to be done, in her eyes.

It lead to what she believed to be her future, and that future in her eyes was finally taking shape.

Another echo filled the hall as she turned one of the last corners that would lead to her biggest challenge before the wall and gate: the lobby. It made her head spin at the fact she hadn't been caught yet, especially since she was pregnant and kind of a near impossible thing to miss. Quietly, following the map, Crystal skirted around the walls and crept as quiet as possible through the revolving doors.

The brisk air of the outside world quickly rushed into her lungs, and with that, her body felt electrified amazingly.

It also worried her.

Air was prone to being filled with sickness.

Sickness was bad for her child.

Her child wouldn't be in good doctor's hands until her and Kris got away and went in hiding.

Because that was her plan. She wasn't that stupid, to go off through this and not know what to do next, endangering her child and her beloved Kris just because of her stupidity. Her and Kris would make a bolt to somewhere, anywhere where her and Kris would be free of this old life of crime and villainy and raise her baby girl. She though about the jungles in South America or just a simple island on the sea, like in most of her normal movies she'd seen in the prison's media room, where the only thing they could watch was a sappy love story or some Disney movie.

She was hoping to be the girl to ride off into the sunset, family in hand.

And that would be her downfall.

She quickly ran down the car path that lead her to the big wall that was broken by a huge gate. The gate was made of huge electrical steel bars, but the funny part about them was that they had a gap between them and the ground, and it was about a foot and a half tall.

Just enough for Crystal to be able to make an attempt under it.

She knew it was a risk on many levels, but in her opinion, it wasn't the craziest thing she'd done.

She'd gunned down two boys and fought off a hobo wearing ungodly clothing just so she could get to them before. On her list of crazy things, going under an electric gate while preggers seemed puny in size.

Getting down on her hands and knees, she checked to see if she had to go under on her stomach or go for it sideways. Lucky for her condition, she had to only go on her stomach. It didn't look as hard as it really was to Crystal, but after a few close calls and some dirt on her cell clothes, Crystal made into under the gate and out of her turmoil. Quickly, she stood up and began to make her way out towards the direction of Hailey's house.

She finally was free.

Her plan was finally in motion.


Three in the morning, Adam was woken to the sound of some troubling noise next to him.

It sounded like a dog after it'd been kicked or a baby just before it would start crying, and it was loud enough to wake him from his slumber. Worst of all, it was coming from right next to him. Rolling over, he was given a sight he never wanted to see.

Kris was crying in his sleep.

He was having a nightmare.

His lover's hair was all in his face and he was cringing in his sleep, whimpering every time his face would scrunch up, and Adam didn't like it one bit. He quickly sat up and began to shake Kris out of his sleep, whispering quietly to wake up. Suddenly, Kris's eyes flew open and he swatted Adam's hands off him, nearly falling off the bed in the process.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He shouted as it happened, his voice going higher and louder than Adam had ever heard. As soon as the words left his mouth, though, Kris froze in place, his eyes still wide, but for a different reason. His surroundings were coming back to him, and he had realized that he had hit Adam away.

He never did that. Ever.

His heart slowly began to calm down as he looked at Adam's hurt and yet concerned eyes in front of him. He looked down at the bed and began to shake in effort to hold back tears. Adam slowly inched closer; close enough that he could at least rest his palm against Kris's cheek. At the touch, Kris flinched, but he soon softened and leaned into it, small sobs now coming out from his lips.

"K-Kris.....are you okay, love?"

Kris shook his head and refused to look back into Adam's eyes, and that concerned him more than anything.

"Love," Adam quietly cooed, "did you have a bad dream? Because it was only a dream, baby. Just a bad, bad dream that won't come true."

"Crystal," Kris said hoarsely, his voice wrecked from his crying, "she....she was torturing you....while...while I watched...and every time I tried to help...she...she just looked at me and then ordered for you to hurt worse. Then," he said, choking back a huge sob, "I saw Jessie....well, at least a girl who was supposed to be her....and she had Crystal's eyes....and her personality...and....she shot you, Adam," he wailed, suddenly wrapping his arms around his neck. "Our little girl shot you and I was forced to watch."

A horrified tear fell down Adam's cheek as he held Kris's head close to his chest. He couldn't bear to imagine that dream....the horrible torment Kris went through while he slept safely in his bed next to him.

He wanted to take Crystal and throw her off Mt. Everest for this.

"Kris," he quietly said with a concerned frown, "you know all that's not true, right sweet heart? None of that'll ever happen, love."

Kris shook his head and wriggled out of his grasp. "It could happen, Adam. We...we don't know what she's capable of! She raped me, Adam, and God knows what she wants to do with our baby! And she already wants to kill you.....Adam, I......I just.....I just want her to STOP! She's tortured us enough! She's hurt you more than ever......WHY CAN'T SHE JUST GO, DAMMIT?"

Adam bit his lip and slowly wiped away some of Kris's tears off his cheek as his own trickled down on his bedding. "She's a very troubled girl, Kris. She's scarily powerful and.....and she just wants to make my life a living hell. You, Kris, are getting....hurt by this in ways her small mind can't wrap around, and that will be her downfall, sweetie. You're oddly strong and have much more emotion than she gives you credit for. You are one hell of a guy, Kristopher. You have the power to go against her and not give her the satisfaction of watching you cry. You're strong, and beautiful, but she'll never get to even try to snatch you up. You know why?"

Kris shook his head, whimpering a bit. "N-no."

"Because she'll have to go through me to get you, and that's not going to happen. I promise."

Kris looked up into Adam's eyes and gently kissed him, his whole body slowly leaning into Adam's for comfort. Adam wrapped his arms around Kris's smaller body and began to deepen the kiss ever so slightly.

He wanted to savor the moment.

Who could be his last like that.......


"Hailey, wake u-"


Right above Hailey was Crystal, and as far as she could process at the moment, Crystal had made it out of jail and she was now in super trouble.

"Good, you're up," Crystal chirped like everything was okay. Hailey quickly ran off her bed and locked her bedroom's door, her face white as a ghost.

"Are you crazy, Crystal?" Hailey asked in a harsh yet quiet whisper. "My parents are right down the hall!"

"Do you have the gun?"

"Of course I do, you idiot," Hailey said with a groan. "Now why are you here???"

Crystal shrugged. "I figured that since the prom is tomorrow and you're going to shoot Adam tomorrow that I should just come over here."

"Well," Hailey snapped, "I'm sorry to say that I have very strict parents that could-"

Suddenly, Crystal had the gun pointed at Hailey and got her pinned against her bed. Hailey could've sworn she almost swallowed her tongue.

"You're going to let me sleep here for the night and make sure your parents know nothing about it, understand?"

Hailey nodded frantically, eyes glued to the gun. Finally, after a minute, Crystal backed away, setting the gun on the bed, watching as Hailey regained her air.

"That's what I thought. Now, I'll just make myself at home. Goodnight, Hailey. Get rest. Tomorrow's the big day!"

Hailey sighed as she settled back into her bed, shutting off her light.

"It sure is."

And with that, everyone was asleep, and the sun continued it's journey to rise.

The plan was in motion.......and now, there was no turning back.


To be continued........
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