Travis was asleep, so I tried to be as quite as I could and pack my bags. Just I was about to leave I remembered I left my phone. "If you gone sneak out, you shouldnt do to a light sleeper. Where were you tryna go? You cheating on me Lisa?!", I know its night, but his eyes looked black.
"Chill Travis, I was going to my mother house." He snickered," With your clothes packed? Im actually smarter than I look."
"Yes to my mother's house, you different and you changed. You not the same. Your dangerous and I cant let you just beat me around. Thats not me, im not one of them hoes on the streets.", I explained breaking down.
I tried to open the door but he slammed it shut. " Take the bookbag off and go to bed.", he commanded. "No...", I said. He smacked me agian. I stood my ground. " No Travis." He then pushed me into the wall and attempted to punch me. I moved my head causing him to put a hole in the wall. He threw me down, "Get your ass upstairs." I still sat on the floor crying, so he grabbed my hair and dragged me upstairs.
KAYLA'S POV-
Its my second night in here and right now we supposed to be sleep,but im just thinking.
I finally fell asleep, but some noise woke me up. I got up and saw Leslie was missing and my cell door wasnt closed all the way. I looked down the hall and saw a inmate walk turn into another hall. I followed.
I walked down the hall slowly hoping to see my friend. There was a big thumb at one of the locked cell doors. It scared me so I fell, but when I looked in the door, I saw Leslies face pressed agianst the glass. Her face was covered in tears and now in shame now that she knows I know. I ran back to the cell crying.
LESLIE'S POV-
Im crying my eyes out. This guard started beating in my sleep then took me to an empty cell and .... You can guess whats going on. There was an window that I looked out. The moon light shined through it, conforting me. I know you asking why aren't I yelling to the top of my lungs, but like I said he beat my ass before. If I scream, not only would my throat her but my jaw too. He socked the shit out of it. As he stroked I cried. I tried to fight back but whenever I did it would piss him off to the point where he would throw me into the wall, slam my head into it, punch my in my stomache an just torture me. He had been doing this for six months now. But inside I was hoping he beat me to death, it was the only thing that seemed peaceful now and days. Between him and the bullshit that happens in here this was hell. I couldnt take it anymore.
