Locked Down

Chapter 1

Tyrell POV

"Alright Inmates, Line up in front of your cells for mandatory check, NOW!" Officer Marx yelled at the female inmates of Darton Womens Correctional Facility (DWCF).

I watched as each woman scrambled to stand up straight by their cells. They knew Marx didn't play none of that shit, so when he came around they got im line.

He pressed the clicker in front of each inmate indicating that they were there and in line. This usually took about 30 minutes since there were so many of them. The prison was filled to capacity and no one was being released any time soon. I followed behind him, double checking his work just in case he missed someone. That would be our ass.

As usual, everyone was in tact so inmates were able to return to their cells until lunch was called.

I went into the small room reserved for the guards and blew out a breath. I wasn't frustrated, just tired. Tasha, my girlfriend and I were supposed to be going out of town for a vacation but I forgot I picked up extra hours to get up the money for a new car. I didnt know how I was going to break the news to her because I knew she would be pissed nonetheless.

"Whats on ya mind, nigga?" Marx asked sitting down unwrapping a piece of gum.

Marx and I really wasnt that close so I kept it brief simply telling him nothing. I keep people out of my business majority of the time because shit leads to no good.

Just as I glanced at the clock, the warden walked in. He was probably about to start bitching per usual.

"Do I pay yall black asses to sit in here on ya damn butts? "

I shook my head and stood walking past him. I didnt feel like hearing his damn mouth today.

"Dont let me catch yall sittin on ya asses again, or that's ya job!"

" So who got the showers today?" Marx asked.

"You."

"Man hell no, I hate smellin' they stank asses." Marx scrunched his face up.

"Fine, I got it."

I attentively yet discreetly guarded the shower areas making sure the correct number of women showered at specific times.

"Yo dis bitch in here throwin up blood and shit!" an inmate known as Burby yelled in her thick New Orleans accent.

I rushed over to see who it was and indeed, she was. I let her finish throwing up but getting her towel and instructing her to cover herself. She was so weak she dropped the towel as soon as I handed it to her.

"Aye you got to hold dis so I can take you to the medic." I informed her gently yet firm.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell hard onto the moldy tiled floor. Blood rushed from her head sending me into panic mode.

"Hey I need a medic on Floor C in the shower period now! " I yelled into my walkie talkie.

The inmates walked around as if nothing was occuring as I took her towel and applied pressure to her head wound.

Medics soon arrived and took care of her. No lie, the shit somewhat traumatized me. She was throwing up huge blood clots and the blood gushing from her head had me questioning was she still alive.

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2 hours later I sat in the Wardens office being yelled at for some shit I couldn't control.

"Where the fuck were you when she was getting her damn guts stomped out? Huh?!" He yelled in my face.

The medics had revealed the inmate was brutally stomped causing her to throw up blood the way she did and the lack of oxygen she was receiving made her pass out.

"Everything appeared uniform Warden, there were no sounds or image of something unusual going on."  I explained.

"There were no sounds or image of something unusual going on" he mocked making my jaws flex. "Well everything ain't what the fuck it looks and sounds to be huh?! You're having too many fuck ups Tyrell. One more mistake or mishap out of you and that's your ass. Do your fucking job! " He yelled before dismissing me.

I was beyond pissed walking out of his office. Nigga lucky I need this job or I'll say fuck the shit.

I walked past the empty showers and the scene of the girl passing out flashed in my head. I cringed at how hard she hit the floor and the echoed sound it was making in my head.

Against rules, I went to check on her. Just so see if she was alive. Shit would eat me up if I knew she died on my watch, in my care.

I looked at her chained to the bed like she was an animal. I never paid attention to how she looked except now. Her face was so bruised you could barely tell she had eyes. Her lips were dry and had multiple cuts on them. Blue and Purple marks covered her face like it was her new skin complexion.

I looked at her clip board and studied the Doctor's Notes. Janene Mayford. 24 years old. Unusual pressure to abdominen. Broken ribs. Fractured Skull. 3 broken fingers.

Damn. Someone wanted this girl to suffer. This shit really had me buggin'. I made a mental note to keep an eye on her once she gets out of her current state. She didn't deserve that shit.

No one does.

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- Rhonda ❤️