ℙ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝔸 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 - 𝕂𝕒𝕪𝕔𝕖 𝔻𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 11

***TW - Gore/Murder, Mentions of abuse***

I developed the perfect routine. A routine that kept me sane, as well as put my unfathomable amount of wild instinct to rest. I'd start my morning with a workout, most of time it was yoga. It was the true cause for my sudden peace within, minus the countless hours of therapy.

Moving on to breakfast and then free time where I'd sit and write in a journal gifted to me from Mr. Dawson. I could write down my repressed memories that now would come to me in painful flashes. Something so small could trigger me to go into a hypnotic state where I'm stuck reliving a memory that I barely feels like my own.

If not my memories, then anything else that comes into my head, it was going down on that page. 

Late at night, I'd read my own entries to keep improving my reading, writing, and speech. Strangely enough, I truly started to feel human again. Even though I was serving time, it wasn't half as bad as where I have been before. I was given a year to self-reflect, recover, and try to figure out who the hell I wanted to be.

My year of reflection and peace came to a crashing halt the day she came to visit. I almost forgot about my promise to the Dutton's.

"Monnie." My block guard pokes his head into my cell. "You have a visitor."

"The hell I do." I scoff as I flip a page in my journal, not bothering to look up. "I don't have anyone on my visitation list."

"Today you do." He snaps back, hitting the side of my bunk with his stick. "Now get up."

I furrow my brows at him as I climb down from the top of the bunk. It still didn't click, who could possibly be seeing me, but it was someone important enough for them to disregard my 'no visitation' rule.

I sit down in an interrogation room, cuffed to a little metal bar in the center of the table. The door buzzes loudly, I tilt my head to try and get a peek at who is walking in. Beth floats into the room and I instantly feel colder.

"Fuck. . ." I mutter and drop my head, the weight of my forgotten responsibilities suddenly crushing my spirit. "I can't catch a fucking break, can I?"

"We had a deal, remember?" Beth takes her seat in front of me, it's only been a year but seeing her face makes it feel like it's been an eternity. "Come to find out, you kill two people within your first 48 hours. You're starting to seem like a flight risk, Jane."

"It's Monnie." I shakily correct her. "And that was self-defense. Not like I was thrown a welcome home party. They aren't too fond of my cheating the justice system here in prison."

"In that case, I commend you." She lights a cigarette and takes a draw before continuing. "But can you maybe try to make things less complicated? You've already brought on a whole new set of problems for us."

"What're you talking about? I haven't done anything?"

"Let's just say your little scandal turned a lot of evil eyes on us."

"I'm gonna need a little more detail than that."

"Okay, this isn't easy for me to say. And that says a lot. . . Your mother will be joining you in the slammer here shortly."

"Susanna?" I scrunch up my face in confusion. "What did- Why?"

"That's the hard part. . . After your trial, an investigation was launched against her. Turns out, Mommy and Daddy didn't send you off to set you straight. They sold you. They've been running a trafficking ring through the border states. You showing back up stirred everybody up, and now we've got a target on our backs for harboring you."