Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
See, what I didn’t know when I met Sal the first time, was that it was me who didn’t know anything about him, but not the other way around.
Sal knew everything about me from the day he’d seen me walk out of my college dorm room. He’d followed me for weeks, watching…waiting.
Then, the day I graduated college, he’d made his move.
Only I hadn’t realized he’d made a move. I’d just thought he was a blood donor.
Turns out, Sal had never donated blood before in his life.
He’d come to the donation center to ask me on the date, but I had no doubt in my mind that had I said no to his offer of a date, he’d have gotten me to go out with him some other way.
“Other hand.”
I started at the snapped demand and turned my gaze up to the woman taking my fingerprints.
“Turn around.”
I did, stepping off of the platform completely like I’d seen the woman ahead of me do.
“Hands up.”
I did as I was told and moved my hands until they were over my head. Then, with methodical slowness, the woman ran her hands over my body as she searched me for anything that may be harmful to myself or others.
When she didn’t find anything, she gestured to the guard that was about five feet away.
“Rule, please take her to her new accommodations.”
Rule, the guard, grinned.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
I shivered at the eagerness in his voice. I couldn’t tell if he was happy that he was asked to take care of me or excited to see a fresh face around here.
Whatever his reason for being happy, I did not want to be around him. It was more than obvious he was a bully, and I wasn’t sure that I had the power to stand up to him.
His eyes were a little too curious, and I had no doubt in my mind that had this been a dark alley, this man would’ve done a whole lot worse than the leer he shot me.
“Please keep your hands to yourself until we reach the room you’ll be sleeping in.”
I bit my lip and kept my hands folded in front of me while I searched my surroundings.
There wasn’t anyone in the hallways, and I couldn’t say that I was upset about that.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone or see anyone for that matter.
This was all quite embarrassing, and I was ready to be out of here forty-five minutes ago.
“Dinner is in ten minutes. That’ll be served in the common room.” The guard pointed to a room that was on my left. It had bars on the walls. Bars on the two windows I could see, and there were already women crowding around the room, waiting.
I swallowed thickly, feeling way out of place.
I’d never once been in a jail before.
I was a good girl. I got good grades. I didn’t sneak out. I’d also never done anything illegal—for the most part.
I’d stolen a pack of watermelon gum when I was in fourth grade, and I’d cheated off my classmate’s test accidentally during college. But it’d only been because she refused to sit where I couldn’t see her paper, and I’d glanced at her almost out of habit, and seen her answers on the last page of the test. The same page that I’d been struggling with.
“In. Now.”
I winced at the guard’s angry voice and realized that I’d been standing there, frozen in shock, as I stared at the room beyond.
There were no bars like I’d expected. There was only one large room.
The room was quite spacious, and as I stared at the beds against the walls, I realized that there was a reason it was spacious.
There were no cells to be found, and instead, everyone was shoved into the one room.
I guess I should be happy that they didn’t eat in the same room where they shit.
They did it behind a wall. There was a corner of the room where there were five toilets lining one wall. The toilets were partially shielded by a mini wall that only reached far enough that when one was sitting on said toilet, they couldn’t see anything but the wall. I could see the top of one woman’s head, however.
Embarrassment started to flood through me.
Oh, God. I was now living in a real-life hell, and all because I didn’t pay my parking tickets.
My eyes connected with the woman standing up after finishing the bathroom, and I looked down. Not quick enough, however.
Thirty seconds later, she was standing beside me.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
I shook my head frantically. “I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
“I really should be.”
“What are you in for?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared.
I licked my dry lips. “Unpaid parking tickets.”
Her mouth quirked up into a small semblance of a grin. “I shot my boyfriend in the dick because he was fucking the babysitter.”