Cell 89.

Three ~ Freya Thompson.

I walked into the governor's office, nervous as hell and also anxious. I want to get the fuck out of this place, but why? I have no family out there, no one who gives a damn about me. The people who do, are all in here. The same people I've been with for the past 8 years, if anything, they are the closest thing I have to a family.

Being top dog for five years has definitely been hard,but keeping the girls in line and helping them become better people was the main thing I strode for. And to be honest, there was no one in here that could ever replace what I did. None of the girls in here have the courage and the brains to accomplish what I have, the lives I saved, just by warning others not to touch them. The bonds and friendships I helped create, main one being between De and Em.

They never got along when Em first got in here. I kept a close eye on them both, they're both smart girls, with so much potential, so in the beginning, their personality's clashed. As the years went on, Em became more and more sweet and innocent, which I think drew De's attention. Also the fact that Kyah and Em had a love interest. De must've got jealous, because in the blink of the eye, Em and De were all over each other and they were both against Kyah.

"Freya, you're early." The governor's voice startled me.

"Uh, yeah sorry. Miss Eve brought me here."

"Nice of her, have a seat." She gestured to the seat in front of her. I followed the command, sitting on the leather chair in front of the huge wooden desk. "Freya, seems to me that you haven't got a family out there. Care to share?"

"Ugh," I cleared my throat. "My parents disowned me a few years back-"

"Why?"

"I guess they didn't want a daughter who was in prison."

"What about this sister of yours?"

"Same same. She visited once, didn't like what I had become and told me to never contact again."

"Can you please justify as to what you mean by what I had become ?"

I could feel my hands becoming sweaty, nervous was taking over. This lady keeps looking into my eyes with her lower lip pushed out slightly, I'm going to have to walk out. She was too god damn pretty to be governor. Brown hair, with a brown straight fridge. She was small, but so fierce. Her eyes were dark brown, but I swear they had fire deep, deep down inside.

"De?"

"Sorry, I mean she didn't like the state I was in."

"Which is?"

"Being a criminal... She didn't like how I had take my anger out on innocent people just to get to the position I'm in."

"Which is? Top dog?" She asked. I nodded. She was jotting down notes as we spoke, making me wonder whether I was doing okay, or whether they were going to reverse my parole and keep me in here. "How does being top dog make you feel?"

"Good, I keep the woman in here in line. I make sure no one gets hurt-"

"But you hurt them, if they go 'against' you?" She raised a eyebrow, reading from a piece of paper. I almost wanted to reach over and grab the damn thing out of her hand and read it myself.

"Yeah, well they gotta learn." I sighed.

"Freya, we have a concern that when you're out, you may do something to harm another member of the public."

"Why would I?" Is she serious? I wouldn't hurt a fucking fly.

"You do in here."

"Here, is different. You have to do whatever you can to survive in here. Someone is on your ground, you gotta set them straight. Out there, no one gives a damn about you, they ain't gonna fight you for no apparent reason." Did any of that make sense? The words just flew out of my mouth before I could even think of them.