Chapter 11: IT WAS A PRISON BREAK

**Ellen Evans**

After the food delivery guard had left, I stood, full, with the food that he had brought to me.

I stood and made my bed properly, dusting off any bit of food that had fallen on to it away in the process.

I was a messy eater.

Sometimes I could not help but spill food whenever I ate.

I lowered myself once again onto the only resting furniture in the cell and lay still, putting the blanket over me.

I was not sleepy.

I was not tired.

I was just idle with nothing to do other than to weep, think, eat and sleep.

Take weeping off the list.

I no longer did that again, never would do it again.

I was not weak. And besides I had another goal in mind.

My trial was tomorrow and I planned to defend myself as best as possible. There was no other person to help me, except myself.

For I have been deserted.

I wished I could ask my father, my brother and even my twin sister how it felt to abandon me, to ostracize me so quickly without as much as a breath of a word.

They were being so mean.

I would have said that I did not care, but deep down inside my heart, I did. I did care about the fact that they had done such a thing to me.

I was partly to blame ofcourse, but Elena's brainwashing was also a factor.

I am more than a hundred percent sure that she must have fed the ton I called my family with so much lies and brainwashed them about me just as she had brainwashed me into doing her bidding.

The sly fox!

I turned to my side on the mattress while trying to make myself as comfortable as I could be on it.

I had really tasted a glimpse of suffering in this prison.

Tomorrow would make it day ten since I had been thrown into this cell, forgotten and abandoned.

My trial would be tomorrow.

I heard from the prison warden that the prince and my twin sister had yet to be married though the marriage should have taken place three days ago.

I guess they wanted to wait till after the trial, after I had received the death penalty, after I would no longer exist in this world.

My sister must be planning a happy ending, one without me.

She was a snake.

I still could not believe that she had said I seduced her mate.

I somehow wanted to turn the tables on them so desperately at the trials to take away that happy ending from her.

But, I had no one to help me.

I was alone.

I wished I could speak to my brother, to convince him that Elena was framing me. He was the only person who would really believe me, the only person who could help me at my trial hearing.

But where was he now?

He was no where to be found. Had I been so easy to abandon?

I already knew the answer to that. I guess it was yes.
I had been abandoned like some child's old ugly rag doll.

I was an ugly rag doll.

Though the sentence had been thought up in seriousness, I still found myself laughing at its humorous content. I had thought that up, I acknowledged myself.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark and I realized then that my eyes must have closed sometime after I had lay on the tiny mattress. I must have fallen asleep.

I lifted myself into a sitting position so I could stretch my hands and feet. I also allowed the yawn plaguing me to be let out.

Then I slouched, still tired from sleep and exhaustion. I stared around me slowly using my wolf vision to see in the dark place.

The night had quickly fallen as if it too was very eager for my trial to come. I did not blame it, even I too wanted to know the outcome of my trial.

I wish I could peer into the future.

I wondered how I would stand before my family, the clan, before the prince who I had wronged.

Despite the fact that it was my sister who put me up to this, I had still wronged the prince in it all. And I realized then too that I have never apologized to the prince.

I will.

But when?

Was I hoping that he would come visit me again before the trial?

I shook my head vigorously even when I could have internally disagreed.

I was not expecting that.

Though I had slept with the prince, been in his arms, in his bed, he was still my sister's mate, crime or not.

Though I had kissed him in bed and allowed him to run his mouth over every inch of my body, he was still Elena's man.

Though I had kind of loved the way he teased my core before entering me and was also in love with the way we had fitted perfectly as we connected to be one, he was not for me.

He was never mine.

Though I had like the thick noises he made as his cock had gone in and out of me, teaching me the pleasures of sex.

Though I had like the sounds of moans he had drawn from me as I had orgasmed around his cock, we were never meant to be.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget.

I tried to forget everything, my crush on him, our encounter, our bed tango, and definitely where we were now.

It was useless because the memories came rushing back into my head no matter how hard I tried to suppress them.

I was probably in love with my sister's mate.

Maybe that was the reason why I had done what I had done.

Maybe not for her, Elena.

Maybe for me, myself.

Could it be possible? Because if it was, then I was doomed.

I lay on the mattress again, disappointed with myself. I felt the presence of my wolf, but she was quiet.

I guess she too must be disappointed with what she had heard in my thoughts.

A loud sound disrupted my pity party and I sat up. It was the sound of a lot of people running. It sounded just like a stampede.

What was going on?

I stood up and went to stand at the iron doors of my cell, trying to peer outside to determine what was happening.

Suddenly, three people rushed in, towards my cell.

"There's a lady here!" One of them yelled. I stared at them.

Have they come to take me to my trial?
Was it morning and not night as I thought because I could be silly sometimes?

"Who are you?" I asked as they began to unlock the padlocks. I watched them. They did not seem like people who would harm me.

"Redemption," one of them said with a happy smile.

"We are your fellow prisoners," another one said to me. "We are escaping."
That was when I understood every damn thing that was going on that instant.

It was a prison break!