* Alyssa's POV *
Some think I'm a little young to be a prison guard but really I'm 23, that's not to bad of an age. It is a little hard working in a men's prison, trying to gain their respect. Slowly but surely I did.. at least for most of them. I do have my favorite convicts and I have my worst. Some people that these prisoners are sick in the head and have done terrible things they can't come back from, sometimes that's true but in reality they're human beings also. Besides I don't talk to the maximum security prisoners unless I was instructed to do so with the exception of one or two people. I talk to the thieves, robbers people like that. They might not be as trustworthy but very few I trust highly well. It's not as new to me as you might think.
"Officer Quill, new prisoners are arriving. Warden wants you to help be an escort." Officer Peters notified me. I let out a small nod and glance at the cell block I was in. Cell block C, not to bad of a block. Some killers in here other than that it's not bad. "Yo Quill!" I heard a familiar voice call to me. It was one of the trusting inmate. Victor Vincent Fuentes, convicted for gang affiliation, is in for 15 years. "Ah Vic, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you in your wrong cell block?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. I know very well why he is in here, it's Kellin's cell block and Kellin is his boyfriend. Not a prison bitch nothing like that, a well committed relationship. It's cute to be honest, neither of them hard prisoners. "We both know that one," He smiled to himself. I looked at him knowingly, waiting for him. "What's going on that has the guards all rushed up about? They're more meaner than usual," He said with his eyebrows drawn together, he looked at me and laughed quietly. "Not you particularly Quill, you've always been my favorite." He smirked because he knows I go soft on him, Kellin and some others. "Now Fuentes, you know I shouldn't give you out any of that information. I could lose my job." I said sighing, holding back the smile when I watched disappointment cross his face. "Yeah of course, I'm sorry if I'm over pushing it today. It's just I like my drama I guess." He apologized, shrugging his shoulders. "Although.. I'm not one to withhold secrets from you." I started, watching excitement flick in his eyes. "Quill you're amazing." He smiled widely, me doing the same in return. "Bus coming in full of new prisoners, they wanted me to help." I told him quietly, grabbing ahold of Vic's upper arm, dragging him down the hall and putting a fake scowl on my face. "Inmate. I told you, you're not allowed to come out your block without permission. Do you understand?" I ordered to Vic, keeping a cover of our real actions. I could tell Vic understood because of the large smile he had, holding back the urge to laugh at my acting. "Officer Swanson, you have this block?" I asked before exiting, he gave me a strict nod and I began pulling Vic down the hallway. "Oo fresh meat." He said with a goofy smile, I rolled my eyes. "Have you went to max yet?" He asked curiously, I shook my head. "No, why is Dean in trouble?" I asked. Dean is another person, dare I say it.. he and his little brother Sam are like my brothers. Honestly I would protect them, that goes for Vic and Kellin also. "Nah, I just heard he was looking for you." He said simply. Dean is protective yes, he sees me as his little sister. Which is why he's always in max, for always getting in rough altercations with other prisoners if they say something wrongly to me. That and he and Sam, are worldwide serial killers. Sketchy yes I know but I was raised with them. They wouldn't do something like that but they're stuck here whether they did it or not. "I'll see what's up with him later." I told him as I release my hold on his arm, slightly pushing him in his cell block. "Later Quill!" He called out to me as I flashed him a smile and walked to the prisoner arrival buses.
I was walking down the hallway, prisoners were allowed to roam somewhat. Seeing some that were behaving but some that weren't. "Hey," I said strolling up to the large man. "What the hell is that?" I asked my voice firm and authoritative, pointing at the cigarette he had against his lips. I'm not an idiot I knew what he had, its against the code to smoke in the facility, even for guards. He raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk plastered on his face. He took the cigarette out of his lips, leaning down to my level. Yes, I am very small. That doesn't stop me though. The convict blew the gross smelling smoke into my face. I held back the need to cough and my glare intensified. "What does it look like, Little girl?" He whispered, sticking back to his lips. I clenched my jaw and tilted my head. "Something you shouldn't have. Inmate." I spat, I took the cigarette out his mouth like I was picking a flower. A smirk rose on my face, as I threw it to the ground and stomped on it. "Inmate.." I started looking for his name. "Thompson. Are you aware that you cannot have these." I asked my voice dramatically polite. "I'm going to have to-" never getting to finish because when I was picking up the cigarette butt to put in a baggy and give it to warden, the man tackled me to the ground. He knocked me on the back roughly, kicking the air out of my lungs. I groaned as he placed his hands around my throat. I shot my hands in the middle of that open space between his arms and pushed his hands apart with all my strength. Which only made him grip my neck tighter, my vision was going blurry. Other officers began to notice and began making their way towards me. Soon enough my method worked and his hands detached from my throat. I quickly brought my feet up and kicked him off of me, he fell back and before he could scramble up, I got up ignoring the blackness dotting around my vision. I rolled him over onto his stomach pressing my knee to his back, pulling out my cuffs. "Ya know.." I tried talking but once again was interrupted by him, he shot his elbow back hitting my face. Again? I asked myself. "Seriously?" I growled, yanking his hand behind his back up to far, making him cry out. "Shut the fuck up." I ordered, obviously unhappy. I pulled him up, pushing him up against the wall. "Put your hands on me again and I'll make sure you'll regret it for the rest of your pathetic life." I spat harshly at him in his ear. Officers and inmates now crowding around. "Do you understand?" I asked, pushing him harder against the wall. He didn't answer, just glared at me. "Do you fucking understand inmate?" I gritted through my teeth and clenched my jaw tightly. I felt a set of hands pull me away and push me slightly down the hallway. I glanced around, a cold deadly look in my eye. The inmates knew not to mess with me as I pushed past them to get through, I noticed Vic trying to get to me with a concern look. I just grunted and took off to my location I needed to be at.
