Marcel's New Assistant

Chapter Twenty One: A Visit

-Alicia's P.O.V.-

He's been locked up for five months. It's been bugging me the whole of them. I needed to know why he did all of those things to me. It was like, until I know why, then I'll be completely free...

So, after a week of begging and arguing with Marcel, we're both at the prison.

"We're here to see Benjamin Berk..." I said to the warden. I giggled mentally, thinking about /my/ warden.

"Alright. I'll need your IDs, any bags and metal items go in that bin. You'll need to step through that metal detector and I have to pat you both down." He said, he called a woman over and they checked us both. We had to keep our keys, my purse,his pens; I rolled my eyes, and my earrings in the front office with an officer.

I turned around and stopped Marcel from going through the door. "Marcy...I need to do this alone...If I need you, I'll call you...just stay at the door and wait for me. Please?" I pleaded with him.

He pursed his lips for a moment and nodded. I hugged him and kissed his cheek, making him blush. "Thank you."

I turned around and followed the warden down a large hall. There were cells on either side of me, menacing men following me with their eyes as I continued to walk.

I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself before we came to a stop. "Berk! You've got a vistor" The warden called into the cell.

Ben was sitting on his bed and came over to the bars, the officer telling him to stop within three feet of them. "What are you doing here?" he spat.

I flinched and wiped a bit of his spit off of my arm. I was about to speak but I was cut off.

"Hey, baby! Don't waste your time with him! Come over here and let me get a look at you!" A man in a different cell jeered and I blushed. Most of them were whistling teasingly, but I ignored them.

"I want to know why you did all of the things you did..."

"What do you mean why? I did because I wanted to. You deserved all of it, you dirty bitch!" I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears the formed.

There was a movement on the bed behind Ben and I looked over his shoulder to see a large, burly man, get up and look over at us.

"Aye, Ben. You never did tell me what you're here for. She the reason why?" He asked in a low, gruff Scottish accent. I shivered and looked back at Ben.

"Yeah, why?" He said quickly.

The man looked back over at me. "What did he do that made you lock him up here. lassie?"

I swallowed hard, about to speak but Ben spoke first, "I didn't do nothin! She was a slut who wanted attention and just put me here for no rea-"

"Did I ask you?" The man grumbled, glaring at him and Ben shut up. "I asked her. Shut up. Now, what did he do?"

"H-he...uh...he abused and r-raped me..." I whispered. Every man in their cells quieted down.

"Oh, you're the man from the case a couple a months back. So, you like to hurt women, asshole? Here's a little fact about us here in the prison. We don't like men who beat on women and/or children." He looked over at me and nodded. "Thanks, hun. We'll take good care a him." He said, cracking his knuckles and stepping towards him.  Every man looked at Ben threateningly.

I nodded, mumbling a thank you and quickly went back out to Marcel. He opened his arms and hugged me tight. "Did he hurt you?" He whispered.

"N-no...but I learned something new..."

"And that is...?"

"The inmates here don't like people like Ben. Especially his cell mate." I giggled a little and he laughed.

"Guess we really don't have to worry about him."

"I guess not." I said happily.

(A/N: We're nearing the end, my dear readers. Thank you for over 300 reads! That's amazing! I love you guys and hope you enjoyed this one. Until the next chappy xx)