Prison Chic #1st book of the Chics series (EDITING)

Chapter 17

Hi everyone. first of, this chapter is dedicated to my awesome friend Rawan. She's so cool and she gave me an amazing idea for this chapter. sorry Nana, you'll have to work for it, LOL "inside joke"

Seconly, I've attached a picture of Gerry, the Puppet Master, one of the 'warlord' in the prison.

Now injoy. lots of LOVE <3

 

“Mom! Mom, what happened? why..” !4-years-old Joanna pleaded as she sat on the ground, hunching over her mother who was now laying in a pool of blood.

Her mom opened her eyes slightly and looked at her, the sides of her mouth twitching up in a sick smile.

“Dad isn’t moving mom, what did you do?” She cried out.

“Don’t worry, your dad is happy now. And so will I be.” Her mom breathed the words out.

“What about me? What am I going to do now?” Joanna choked out.

A very sick laugh bellowed as her mom looked at her, eyes crazy. “You?” she shirked a laugh. “You..” she stopped to cough more blood before she gestured to Joanna to come closer.

“You..” she whispered, “where never……..”

Joanna was wrestling the bed when she woke up, she didn’t stop kicking the sheets for a while as she felt her whole body shaking.

Her mother’s ghost made her miserable even after she was dead.

She calmed down as she drew a few long breathes before she quieted down completely to make sure she didn’t wake up Hank. She sighed in relieve when she heard his soft snoring.

They didn’t speak at all last night after Julian childish stunt. Although she felt that Hank wanted to talk, she tried her best to ignore him completely. If she had a chance to leave his life while she could, she’d gladly take it; and that exactly what happened last night. And as much she hated to admit it, Hank was safer with Julian than with here.

She exhaled softly before claiming down her bed quietly. She pulled the quilt and the pillow from her bed and laid them slowly on the floor. She thought that by now, her claustrophobia would have ceased but apparently it was increasing by the day.

“You awake, Cage?” a familiar and horribly annoying whisper came from the neighboring cell and Joanna gasped at its sudden appearance.

“Go to hell Drake.” She whispered back viciously at Julian who chuckled softly.

“About Hank…”

“Save it. I can hardly take your crap right now.” She said honestly, sitting on the floor on top of her bed sheets and drawing her knees to her chin in the familiar position. Her nerves were already wrecking, her muscles aching, and she was really lacking sleep.

Julian was silent for a few moments. And she seriously appreciated it.

“How did you find out about Aldo…and…” she wanted to slap her self for starting a conversation with the devil, but seeing that she wasn’t going to sleep any time sooner, she thought she might get some relive to her curiosity about this man’s brain.

“.. And your mother?” Julian finished her sentence for her. He didn’t sound sarcastic at all this time; he was actually somehow serious.

Joanna nodded although she knew well that he couldn’t see her.