Prison Door Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

I made my way steadily across the hall, and began to walk briskly to the room scarlet was kept in. Once I got there, I dropped the tray at a random place and ran to her door which had been bolted. I turned the knob and saw it wasn't locked, it had just been bolted and so I took the bolts out of place and pushed the door open. Scarlet was there on the ground looking miserable, and I immediately switched to my pretense mode, after closing the door and wondering why she was like that. She looked at me with wary eyes and immediately sat up straight from the twisted position she had been in.

Scarlett, There was a commotion in the corridor, and I heard people running. I sat up in bed, and I knew we were under attack. It was sudden, and I did not know what to do. Why hadn't my mates returned yet? I felt someone try my door, and when it didn't open, the person broke the lock. The man was huge, easily six feet six inches. I swallowed because his brown eyes had a murderous look in them. I did not know what to do. I wasn't a fighter.

The tunnel opened into a hidden vault. A massive steel door stood before them. Alexander pressed his palm to the scanner. The door hissed open. Inside, the room was lined with old monitors and archive shelves. Dust covered everything. At the center sat a single white folder. Scarlett's name written across it. Her pulse quickened. Alexander stepped back. "Open it." Her hands trembled as she reached for the folder. Inside was a birth record. Scarlett frowned. This was impossible. Her date of birth.

I knew it was probably a trap, but my longing for my mother and my desperation to get the music back won out over my reason. But I was careful. I told the butler where I was going. When I pushed open the door to room 502, I wasn't met with my music, but with two large, strong men. One of them had a brutish face and eyes filled with a disgusting greed and lust. I recognized him instantly. Marco, a rival capo, a pig known for his cruelty and depravity. "Haha, you really came, my dear sister." Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face.

The luxurious condo, once a symbol of our love, now resembled a tomb for our broken promises. The gentle radiance of the light only added to the haunting atmosphere, reflecting the devastating truth that was unfolding before me. Their blatant disregard for their surroundings only compounded the pain of betrayal that pierced my heart. My heart raced as my eyes widened in shock. Time seemed to slow down as I processed the heart-wrenching scene before me. Standing in the doorway, bathed in harsh light, I couldn't look away from the betrayal unfolding in front of me.

My hands were already clenched at my sides, though I did not remember curling them. A guard appeared at the door. “She’s here.” he said slowly. I didn’t need to ask who. My chest tightened as I walked past him. Scarlett stood in the square. Her hair was wild, streaked with twigs and dirt. Her dress was torn at the hem. Her wrists were bound in front of her, the rope already dark from where she’d tried to twist free. Her face was pale, cheeks flushed from the cold. I had known Scarlett for a while, and I know for sure that she doesn't want to be a Luna that is ridiculed. But she brought this upon herself. Her eyes met mine like nothing had happened. Defiant. Or maybe just empty. She said noth

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

Meaning the guards are out of sight. I count to ten, just for precaution reason before running to the door. Picking a lock isn't really hard. Especially for me. Like I said before I have had a fair share of crazy teenage life. Like picking on the boys lockers to steal thier boxers. The metal lock clicks. And I unconsciously release the breath I never knew I was holding in. Since the two guards that are supposed to be guarding the cell took Scarlet away. Then there's two way to this.

He has all the scars to prove it. To cherish the limited privacy, I scuffled through the scribbled on the scratch. The list of names went over my head and I immediately crumpled the paper hiding away the evidence to my mouth. After some time, the lift dinged, and I was greeted with the white-toothed grin of the prison boss. “Isn’t it nice to see you? My little scout.” “I’m sorry but that feeling isn’t mutual at all.” I spewed the words without care. “May I?” I said stepping out of the box. The boss held his hand leading me to his office. It was the same room; I woke up from when I returned.

Everyone said. “Good,” Haven said as she started to think of the easiest way to get out the doors. She went out of the doors, and two officers had to run ahead of her. She was calling out the directions as Mack pulled her hand back to him. He kept her next to him, knowing they had no real idea what they were walking out too. When she swiped the ID to open the last door with no alarms going off, she smiled at him. “Nice to know you made some friends here,” Mack said with a chuckle.