I paced in the cell they had moved me to, kicking the small pebbles that were scattered sporadically on the concrete floor. I snorted as I looked at the ridiculous clothes they had given us to wear. Yeah they took our fucking clothes and sold them. Our new clothes were ivory pants with an ivory long-sleeve shirt...nothing special. I had been pacing for hours, maybe days, trying to figure out how to prove our innocence.

"You think of anything yet?" I said to Harry across the hall.

"Nope. You?"

"Nope."

I glanced over at him and he was lying on his "bed" looking at the ceiling. He had one hand under his head and the other hand was throwing a rubber ball into the air and catching it.

"There must be something in the story that can prove it to them." I reasoned.

"There's nothing Charlie. We've told them everything and they don't believe us."

I kicked another pebble and shoved my hands into my pockets. I replayed the evening in my head for the thousandth time. I got to the part where I was looking at Harry talking to the murderer... I sat on the cold floor and brought my knees to my chest. I rest my head in my hand as I thought. I knew there was SOMETHING that I was forgetting. Something happened before he killed himself. He had said something like, "just what I needed... An escape." Or something like that but I knew I was missing something else... "This... This will explain everything..." My head shot up...

"HARRY!!"

"What? What?" He replied getting up from his bed. "What is it?"

"What did he put in your pocket?!"

His face went pale," I can't believe I forgot about that. I must've been too freaked out by what was going on. It was... It was a paper. Yeah it was some paper in an envelope. It was a letter!"

"We HAVE to find it!"

"But it was in my jacket. And they donated our clothes."

I slumped again, "Harry, what are we going to do?" I fisted my hand on the bars of the cell door and watched my knuckles turn white.

Harry walked cautiously up to his cell door and peered around the hallway for guards. "We're going to escape and then go to the store where they donated our clothes, get the letter and come back."

"Harry we can't just--"

"I'll find a way. I've already been plotting. Let me get out first, then ill go get the keys and get you out. You dont have to worry about anything."

"I don't know Haz--"

"Just trust me," He pleaded, his emerald eyes searching my face, "Trust me."

Tears flooded my eyes and blurred my vision, "Harry..." I whimpered.

"Don't worry babe. I'll get us out of this mess."

I smiled half heartedly through the tears that streamed down my cheeks. "I love you."

"I love you too Charlie." He said putting his hand on the bars of his cell door, his emerald eyes filling with the usual compassion he shows me.

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I awoke on my springy cot to commotion down the hallway. I heard someone grunt and I got out of my bed and walked over to the cell door. I looked at Harry's cell and my eyes widened when I saw his cell door had been opened, the hinges off. I tried to peer down the hallway toward the sound of the commotion and I saw a tall dark figure walking toward the cell, keys clanking in the right hand of the holder. The figure walked under the small skylight and the moonlight reflected off of dark curls and ivory clothing.

"Harry." I breathed.

"I told you I'd get you out. Hold on love." He soothed as he shoved the key into the key-lock and twisted it until we heard it click.

He swung the door open slowly until it began to creak, "can you squeeze out? I dont want to open it any further." He whispered.

I inched out of the door and stood in front of him. "Now what?" I whispered.

He tossed some clothes at me. "We need to change."

"Where are the guards?"

"Unconscious." He replied. "But we have to hurry."

I nodded and stripped the stiff, itchy ivory clothing off and stepped into the clothes he had given me. "A guard's uniform?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am." He replied as he put on his own uniform.

"How?"

"I'll explain later."

I nodded vigorously as I finished buttoning up my shirt. He handed me the last piece of the uniform: a navy hat that looked very similar to a police hat.

He bawled my hair in his hand and put it into the hat and then inched the hat on my head. I readjusted it and watch Harry fit his curls into his own hat. He put his index finger to his lips, motioning for me to be quiet. I nodded and then he beckoned for me to follow. We started walking down the hallway and walked through a doorway into a different hall. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage and my stomach exploded with butterflies. If we got caught I know for sure we'd never see freedom again. We'd be stuck in this prison forever. I felt myself jump as a guard walked out of a side hallway and started walking toward us, his nose buried in a book. He glanced up when he saw us and I felt like my heart would explode out of my chest. He put his index finger to his hat and tilted it, a small smile growing at the corners of his mouth as he passed us.

"Evening." He said and turned back to his book.

"You as well." Harry replied tilting his hat and smiling, I nodded slightly and tried to force a genuine smile. The guard kept walking and disappeared down a different hallway.

I let out of the breath that I must've been holding and looked at Harry. He returned my look and said, "Don't worry love. We're almost out."

I nodded fighting the urge to grab his hand for safety. We walked through another door and we were in a sort of tunnel made of fencing and barbed wire. We walked to the exit, a type of booth separating us from the freedom of the outdoors. There was a guard sitting in the booth and he looked at us as we started to pass.

"Hey guys. Can I see your cards and I'll clock you out." He yawned as if he had said those words countless times.

"Oh we already clocked out." Harry replied.

The guard raised an eyebrow at him and pushed his reading glasses down the bridge of his nose. "This is the only place to clock out and I've been sitting here since 5 in the afternoon. I havent seen you two come through."

I felt my stomach knot. We're screwed that's it. We're caught. We're going to be in prison for the res of our lives...

"Uh--" Harry stuttered. Shit we're definitely caught.

"Say you two are a little young to be guards..." He man said as he leaned back in his chair and started reaching for the phone.

Just then Harry did something I never thought he'd be able to do... In a whirlwind of hands Harry grabbed the collar of the man in the booth and punched his jaw hard. I flinched as I saw spots of blood splatter the window next to him. The guard tried to punch Harry but Harry grabbed his wrist and twisted it so the guard was forced to turn around in pain. Harry grabbed the collar on the back of the guard's shirt and slammed his head into the counter making him go unconscious. My eyes grew wide. Could this really be Harry? My Harry? Harry ignored the unconscious man not lying on the floor of the booth as he hoisted himself onto the ledge of the booth window. He reached across the tiny room and hit a red button. I looked to my right as the gate opened. My eyes grew wide again.

"Harry..." I breathed.

He hopped off the window ledge, grabbed my hand and started sprinting out of the gate.

"Harry!"

"Shush! We're almost free!" He yelled back as I tried to keep up with his long strides.

I looked around trying to find any source of a city or town. There was nothing. We were out running on a dirt road in the black of night with fields on either side of us. My heart raced though I couldnt tell if it was from running or my nerves. He pulled me into a ditch on the side of the road. I tripped on a root and stumbled to the bottom, splattering into muddy water. A whizzed by on the road and as soon as it was a distance away Harry stumbled down to me.

"Oh God. Charlie are you okay?" He asked, concern threading his voice as the old Harry resurfaced.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm okay." I said crawling out of the water and taking Harry's outstretched hand. He pulled me up next him and we sat there for a few minutes. I took my hat off and chucked it into the bottom of the ditch, letting my black waves tumble over my shoulders.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked.

"There's a town just up the road from here where they donate the prisoner's clothes. We have to find my jacket and get the letter out. We have to find different clothes too." He said taking his own hat off and throwing it to land next to mine. I rest my head on his shoulder, tiredness clouding my eyes.

"Babe we have to keep moving. They'll find us too easily here."

I nodded and let him hoist me up. We started walking on the dirt road again. Every time a car would drive by we would dive into the ditch on the side of the road. By the time we reached the town the sun had started to peek out from behind the hills. We found a small bridge that connected two sides of a narrow river. We walked under the bridge and crashed on a patch of grass.

"Sleep love. You look exhausted." Harry said tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I nodded stretching and yawning and then positioned myself on the hard ground. It wasnt hard to drift off to sleep as soon as I rested my head on the prickly grass.

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