Secrets of the Solomons

8. Fiona:

*2nd August, 2023*

Something is wrong. Something is insanely wrong. My first day in this prison was as normal as it could be. The girls here aren't nice, but they're not bad either. I quickly learned to keep to myself and avoid any unnecessary interactions. However, the tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface.

The guards here weren't any trustworthy people, and their indifference to the inmates' well-being only added to my unease. On my first day, my cellmate informed me that there were multiple gangs within the prison, each vying for power and control. This revelation only confirmed my suspicions that danger lurked around every corner in this place. They even informed me that they did anything for money and power, including killing.

But for me, fighting wasn't the problem. The problem was that I needed to stay under the radar, but it seemed everyone knew who I was. According to my cellmate, I had quite the reputation as the "ungrateful bitch who tried to murder her dad for money." Despite my efforts to keep a low profile, it seemed that my past had followed me into prison.

The past few weeks have been normal. But it seems today won't be. I thought I had managed to keep a low profile, but it seems not. A gang member of the group who usually does hitmen's work has her eyes on me. Furthermore, they all do. They eyed me during lunchtime.

Being in prison didn't mean I was untouchable. It just made them think I was vulnerable and had lost my position as heir. Father wants me dead. He surely does. I need to watch my back and stay on high alert. I can't let my guard down for a second in this place.

If he wants me dead, wait, no, there's no if. He wants me dead. And he will put a hit on me. It's easy to connect the dots and see that I'm in danger. And I am sure he wants me dead as soon as possible. This means that this gang was the one hired. That's for sure.

Knowing that there will be an attack on me as soon as I am alone and there are no guards. Even if there are some guards, I am sure they will be in on it. Guards are not to be trusted. Especially the ones working in prisons. For a little money, they are willing to not bat an eye when a person is killed.

There are many ways you can protect yourself in prison, where you can't trust anyone, let alone have any allies. Number 1 is to know how to fight. Number 2 is to always be aware of your surroundings and trust your instincts. Being alert can help you avoid dangerous situations and protect yourself from potential threats. It's important to stay vigilant and prepared at all times to survive in a hostile environment like prison. Number 3 is to have a weapon.

And I don't have any. But a toothbrush can be a nice replacement for a makeshift weapon in an emergency. Just sharpen it during woodwork and make sure to keep it hidden and easily accessible. In a dangerous situation, it's better to have something rather than nothing to defend yourself with.

So I spent my whole day doing everything I could to protect myself. Fortunately for me, the guards barely cared. And as for a makeshift pepper spray, one can always use a mixture of hot sauce and water in a small spray bottle for self-defense. Just be sure to test it out beforehand to ensure it will be effective when needed. Being resourceful and creative can make all the difference in a dangerous situation.

I did that as well. Now for the part where I minimize injuries in case of an attack, it's important to aim for vulnerable areas such as the eyes, nose, throat, and groin. It is also important to keep some clothes aside during wash day that can be used as makeshift bandages or tourniquets in case of emergencies. I can also stuff clothes with newspaper or other materials to create makeshift padding for protection against blunt force trauma. It's always nice to have some armor on.

Around sunset, I decided to go to the gym outside on the prison grounds. It's been a while since I trained. And my moves will be rusty. No matter how many martial arts or self-defense classes one takes, they are nothing without practice and training. Resting and chilling will only make you weak.

It was time to go to the library. I made my way there. And other cellmates went with me. Now, usually, the cellmates that go with you are the ones near your cell. But it seemed my luck was over; the ones going with me were the gang members. The guards were also different, and they were the ones that looked the most untrustworthy. As we walked to the library, I could feel their eyes on me, sizing me up. That was my hint. They're going to try to kill me in here.

I made my way to a shelf, pretending I was checking out new books. But in reality, I was sizing the members up. Almost all of them seemed weak. Except for one, who was significantly larger and more intimidating than the rest. Not being sexist, but when one girl has that many muscles and tattoos, you know she's not to be messed with. I made a mental note to use the pepper spray on her.

Before I could check the other books, one of them bumped hard into me. I stumbled back, trying to maintain my composure. The group began to close in, their intentions clear as they surrounded me. One of them headed straight for me, a sneer on her face. But I was no weakling. Every Solomon knows how to fight and kill.

I quickly assessed the situation, knowing I had to defend myself. As she lunged towards me, I instinctively dodged her attack and prepared to fight back with all my strength. She tried punching my face, but I swiftly blocked her, countering with a swift kick to her abdomen. The tables had turned, and I was ready to show them that they had picked the wrong person to mess with.

She was weak because one kick in the abdomen made her faint. The others cursed at me and lunged forward, all of them at once. Eight people were lunging toward me. Fortunately for me, I had trained to fight more at once. I was quickly able to defeat them one by one. Instead of taking all of them at once, I focused on defeating one first. I used swift methods; otherwise, they would gang up on me. I used one swift punch or kick to take them down at once, and I immediately took down the other. After a few minutes, all eight of them were lying on the ground, defeated.

But I still wasn't out of the situation yet. The larger one was still up. And she was ready to fight. She came forward at me, tackled me to the ground, and punched me multiple times, but I managed to quickly regain my footing and dodge her next attack.

I backed away for a moment to regain my breath, then when she lunged forward, I took out my makeshift pepper spray and sprayed it directly into her eyes. She screamed in pain and stumbled back, giving me the opportunity to grab a nearby stick and defend myself. With one swift blow, I knocked her out cold. Finally, the threat was neutralized, and I could breathe a sigh of relief.

I got out of the library. The girl had managed to bruise my arm, and it hurt. My ribs hurt, but stuffing myself with the clothes provided some protection from the hard punches. Minimizing my injury. But my lips were busted, there was some bleeding from the scratches on my face, and my heart was still racing from the adrenaline.

The guards were surprised to see me alive. They must've thought I would be dead from the attack and they would be paid for not helping me. I scoffed as I walked back to my cell, but before that, I went to the nurse and got my injuries checked out. The nurse cleaned and bandaged my wounds, giving me some pain medication to help with the soreness.

As I walked into my cell, my cellmate spoke, "Wow, what happened to you?" I shrugged, not wanting to relive the attack. "Assassination attempt," I replied, trying to brush off the severity of the situation.

My cellmate's eyes widened in shock as he processed my words. "Assassination attempt? Who would want to kill you?" She asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Three by fourth of my family members." My short replies hinted that I didn't wish to speak. My cellmate nodded, understanding my reluctance to talk about it further. She offered a sympathetic smile. I laid down on my bed and just sank into it. Closing my eyes with relief.

I'm alive. I'm breathing. I'm safe. That's all that matters right now.