Chapter 8 The Plan

"Kyle, please answer the call..."

Only time can tell how long I've been trying to call him. I can hear the other line ringing, but he's not answering my call. This is so unlike him.

"Kyle..."

Another fifteen minutes passed again. The annoying officer has been bugging me to just stop and go back to my cell. Yes, I'm talking about Livioski. The one and only. But no, I won't listen to him. I won't drop this call. Not now. Not never. He's my only hope. If he's so persistent in stopping me then he'll have to knock me out in the face.

"..."

Please, answer it.

"..."

Damn it.

I was about to redial his number again when a noise rang my right ear.

"Hello?" a familiar male voice answered. I gasped. "Who's this?" he asked with a hint of confusion in his voice. It's Kyle. He answered the call!

I proudly raised my head to look at the vexing officer who was more impatient than me.

He kept saying that nobody will answer my call because I'm using one of the lines in this prison. It seemed like an