Two days later, I found myself happy to be at work just like I suspected I would. My day off wasn't great, but I managed to keep myself high enough to suppress my thoughts. Now I was in the breakroom, taking a 15 minute lunch. I didn't eat, so the break was really just an excuse to have some time away from other people and recharge my social battery.
Hours had passed since I'd already come down from my cocaine high of this morning, and I was feeling more tired than usual from it. Maybe that meant I would actually sleep good tonight...
The door opened and Azoff walked in with Rowland, another unit manager who worked mostly on the other side of the building. "Hey sunshine," the long haired man greeted me. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head in response, taking a sip of my water. He had given me the nickname a few weeks ago, even though I was far from it. I knew sometimes I came off as if I had a bad attitude, which I hated. I wasn't a mean person, but sometimes I really acted like a bitch. It was just another one of the many reasons why I hated myself. It was like I didn't even know how to talk to people properly.
"How was your day off yesterday?" Azoff asked.
"It-"
"Wait a minute," Rowland cut me off, grinning ear to ear. "You actually took a day off? Who died?"
I rolled my eyes again, the corners of my lips tugging upwards. His smile was contagious. "I did take a day off and it was very uneventful."
"What did you do?" Azoff questioned as they both took a seat at the round break room table with me.
I shrugged. "Not much, really. Listened to some new music, got my car worked on..." I felt a meek grin forming on one side of my mouth. "Built a blanket fort."
"A blanket fort. You built a blanket fort." It wasn't really a question that came from Rowland so much as it was a statement of disbelief. I responded with a 'yup,' popping my lips on the P and looking down at the table. He looked at me as if he knew I was lying. "So you're telling me that you, Miss Sunshine and Rainbows, built a blanket fort?" I raised my eyebrows as if challenging him. "Was it at least a good one?"
"Hell yeah it was," I said sitting back in my chair, not containing my smile this time while they laughed.
"So what was wrong with your car?" Azoff asked.
"Uh, well I took it to get an oil change, but they said I had a light on. Something about coolant? I don't really know..." I answered.
"Oh you mean those lights on your dashboard? The ones that aren't just there for decoration?" he said, mocking my confused tone.
"Shut up," I chuckled. "It's fixed now, that's what matters."
The three of us continued chatting for a bit, them telling me how their week was going. Apparently Rowland's long-term girlfriend, Sarah, had hinted about a ring, which he was very excited about. He's been wanting to propose for a while now but wasn't sure if that was what she wanted.
We were in the middle of laughing at Rowland's attempt to impersonate our rude ass secretary at the front door, waddling around with his legs spread and butt stuck way out, when the door opened once again.
"Monroe," I heard Corden say gruffly. He's another correctional officer, but a rank higher than me. "You're almost two minutes over your break time. Your boyfriends are wondering where you are."
I ground my teeth together. Corden was one of those assholes that works here I mentioned earlier. He's always got some inappropriate comment to make about how my pants are too tight, sexist remarks about me just being a woman, or how I get along with the inmates, "a little too well." The boyfriends he was referring to were the inmates.
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Fanfiction"You guys are like the breakfast club of organized crime," I commented, rolling my eyes and tugging at my restraints. There was a flash of anger and irritation on Liam's face. I knew he was probably deciding in his head which way to kill me. "What t...
