Chapter 3 – When Order Breaks
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The shouting didn’t stop. It even multiplied. Voices were piling over each other until it became a wall of noise. Guards were yelling commands and inmates shouting back at them. Then there was metal crashing somewhere deeper in the facility like something had been forced open.
Liv’s ears rang.
“Stay seated!” a guard barked.
No one listened.
Chairs scraped violently as inmates pushed back from the tables. Some stumbled, others surged forward, and a few twisted in place, trying to see what was happening.
“What’s going on?” someone near her asked, their voice tight with panic.
No one answered.
No one could.
“Liv.”
Justin’s voice cut through the chaos. Not louder than the rest, but sharper. It reached her.
She turned immediately. His expression had changed completely. The familiar softness was gone, replaced by something focused and alert that made her stomach drop.
“Get up,” he said.
“What—?”
“Now.”
There was no room for hesitation. No explanation. Just urgency.
Something in his tone made her move before she could think. Her chair scraped loudly as she stood, her heart already pounding too fast, each beat heavy and uneven.
“Stay behind me,” he said, stepping in front of her.
It was instinctive, protective—but as Liv moved closer, her fingers brushing briefly against the back of his shirt, it didn’t feel like enough.
The door at the far end slammed open again, the sound cracking through the room. More guards rushed in. One grabbed an inmate and shoved him hard enough that he stumbled onto a table, sending it crashing sideways.
The shift was instant. Not gradual.
The room tipped all at once. Someone shouted. Another voice answered, louder, angrier. Then a fist swung.
Liv gasped as two inmates collided just a few feet away, one grabbing the other and slamming him into a chair. The impact made her flinch.
“Back up!” a guard yelled. But it was too late.
Whatever order had been holding the room together snapped. Inmates surged in different directions—toward exits, toward each other, and toward the guards.
Bodies moved too fast and too close. Liv’s view disappeared behind shifting shoulders and backs, the air tightening in her chest.
“Justin—”
“I’m here.”
His hand closed around her arm, tight and grounding. She clung to it instinctively.
Then it was gone.
Someone slammed into her shoulder, hard enough to knock her sideways. Another body pushed past her, forcing her into the edge of a table. Pain shot up her side.
“Move!” someone shouted behind her.
“I’m trying—”
Another shove came, stronger this time.
She lost sight of him.
“Justin!”
Her voice vanished into the noise.
People surged around her, the noise swallowing everything whole. Somewhere in the chaos, a guard shouted for the warden—sharp, urgent, repeated like it mattered more than anything else.
All she could see were bodies, too many, moving too fast in directions she couldn’t follow. A guard dragged one inmate backward while another rushed forward, the motion chaotic and tangled. Someone knocked into Liv again, forcing her toward the edge of the room.
Her breathing sped up, shallow and uneven.
This wasn’t contained anymore.
“Stay down!” someone yelled.
Liv didn’t even know who it was meant for.
A chair flew across the room and hit the floor a few feet away with a sharp crack. She flinched hard, her pulse spiking.
“Justin!”
Nothing.
The crowd shifted suddenly, bodies pulling away in one direction, then another, and without warning there was space around her.
Too much space.
She found herself near the side of the room, closer to a corridor she had never paid attention to before. It looked like an exit—or something close to one.
Another crash echoed from deeper inside the facility, louder now, closer.
Her instincts screamed at her to move and leave. But her feet wouldn’t follow. If she walked away, she would lose him.
“Justin—”
A sharp shove from behind sent her stumbling forward. Her foot slipped, and her balance gave out completely.
She fell. Her palms hit first, scraping against the floor, pain flaring instantly. Her knees followed, the impact knocking the air from her lungs.
For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Everything blurred, the noise dulling as if it had been pushed underwater.
Then it all rushed back at once. Footsteps. Shouting. Too close.
Someone ran past her. Another nearly stepped on her hand, forcing her to jerk it back just in time. Liv sucked in a sharp breath and pushed herself up, her arms trembling.
She needed to get out.
But the surrounding movement was impossible to follow. Too many people, too many directions, and no clear path.
Across the room, Jack scanned the scene quickly and precisely. He wasn’t reacting the way the others were. He was assessing—tracking where the pressure built, where it would break next, where the exits were still viable.
Then something caught his attention.
Out of place.
A visitor caught in the chaos. Stuck at the wrong place and at the wrong time.
She didn’t move like the others. She hesitated, her movements uncertain, delayed. In a situation like this, hesitation was dangerous.
His gaze fixed on her for half a second longer than necessary. Not random.
He moved.
A hand closed around her arm.
Liv gasped and twisted instinctively, fear spiking as she tried to pull away. But the grip didn’t panic. It didn’t jerk or fumble. It held steady, firm and controlled—warm, the touch sending a flicker of recognition through her, like something that had once grazed her far too intimately.
For a second, her resistance faltered.
Not because she trusted him—but because something in her body did.
“On your feet.”
The voice was low and even, close enough that she felt it more than heard it.
Not rushed nor strained. It was completely different from everything around her.
Her body responded before her thoughts could catch up. She pushed herself up, her balance finding itself almost too easily, her arm still held in his.
The chaos hadn’t slowed, but that grip didn’t waver.
“Stay with me.”
And she did.
Not consciously and not because she decided to. But because following him felt… right.
Familiar in a way she couldn’t explain, like she had already moved in step with him once before, like her body already understood the space he created around her and how to stay within it.
Liv turned, and for a moment the noise faded at the edges.
It was him.
The man she noticed earlier. The one she hadn’t meant to notice.
Up close, he felt bigger. Not just tall, but solid and grounded, like everything around him was unraveling and he wasn’t.
Too close.
Her breath caught slightly, that same strange awareness flickering again—like she had already been this near him once before.
Her gaze dropped and caught the badge on his uniform.
Warden.
Justin’s voice hit her all at once.
Stay away from the warden.
Her body hesitated, just briefly. His grip tightened slightly, enough to pull her focus back.
“Can you walk?” he asked.
Liv blinked, her breath uneven. “Yes.”
“Good.”
He didn’t wait. He moved, pulling her with him, his hold firm as he guided her forward.
And this time, she didn’t resist at all.
She followed him straight into the chaos.
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