Inmate #538426

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**Throughout this book there will be intense use of language**

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Prologue 

 

 

 “You have the right to remain silence. All things’ you do or say will be held against you in the court of the law.”

 

 

     My face showed of nothing but pure emotion. Tears streamed down my face as I thought of how stupid I was. Having the audacity to even trust these pricks of females that I came to rob this bank with.

    They just simply pissed me the hell off. Obviously they had to have planned this ahead of time.

“Watch your head.” The officer told me as he opened the door. I ducked my head as he forcefully pushed me inside the car.

   Looking out the window and looking at 1st enterprise bank. “I’m in some deep shit.”

   I leaned back into the seat and waited for the officer to get into the car—Throat burning from all the crying I was still doing. Mommy couldn’t come help me now, A 23 year old whom is about to be sent to jail for trying to rob one of the top 25 banks in L.A.

    I heard the driver door being opened and the car moving from the amount of weight that was put down onto it. Sniffling to myself as he started up the police car and I fidgeted with the cold, iron handcuffs that trapped my wrist.

“You know you’re in some bad shit—Right?” Officer Burges raspy voice pierced through my ears as I looked up at him through the caged miniature window.

“I know—I shouldn’t have even done it in the first place—how could I be so freaking stupid.” I said, basically beating myself up. In fact it was my fault for going along with those girls whom I called my friends.

    He let out a dry laugh as he brought his coffee up to his lips, “We all make mistakes—yours just happened to be a really dumb mistake.”

   His words only brought me down some more causing me to scoff—keeping my mouth closed because he is an officer. “What’s your name anyway?” He asked, glancing at me from the mirror.

“Rachel.” I dryly replied causing him to laugh softly again, tapping my foot constantly trying to keep my short temper down before I blew my top and get charged with a couple more years.

“That won’t be your name for long sweet cakes—in jail they’ll soon be calling you all the names in the book from A to Z.” He truthfully replied as he turned into the police station a pulling the car into a stop.

   I nervously bit my lip as he opened the door then stepped out—soon walking over to my side and opening the door. He grabbed me firmly by my upper arm tugging me out the car and closing it back.

“Hopefully the judge will go easy on you—you are a pretty young thing.” He whispered into my ear. 

Crook cops.

Great—oh fucking great.

   We both walked into the police station and he walked me over to a car then told me to sit down. Doing as instructed I glanced around at everyone in the building, I believe I’m seeing that place mama always told you that you don’t want to go but this is just the beginning. I haven’t even made it to the prison yet and I honestly don’t want to go there.

“Let me the fuck go—I didn’t even do shit.” A woman who looked like a prostitute yelled in the police station. “The fuck you looking at.”

   She directed to me causing me to dart my eyes somewhere else but I could feel her pupils burning a hole in the side of my face. Letting out a shaky sigh I tapped my foot and stared until Officer Burges stood in front of me with a bottle of water.

“Ready to get settled—your court date is in four days. You’ll be staying in the prison until then, Right about now we just have to get all the paperwork and everything situated then you can suffer for the time being.” He smirked at the end of his comment as I grimaced him extremely hard.

   I nodded and sighed as he roughly grabbed my arm and brought me over to a counter. He slowly unlocked my handcuffs and took my thumb then placed it into some black soft ink before imprinting both of my thumb prints onto the paper. He directed his head over to where they took mug shots and I walked over not too far from where he was standing.

   I stood in front of the white paper that was on the wall that read I was standing 5’4 against it. Officer Burges walked over and handed me a black plaque that read the numbers, 538426.

   I stood in all the different directions that I was directed in. Once I was finished another officer took me into his hold and I was soon changing into a orange jumpsuit that read the same numbers but on the back, 538426.

    The officer handcuffed my wrist again and placed shackles onto my ankles then grabbed me roughly as we walked down a long dark hall until we reached the outside and I was standing in front of a long bus.

   He stopped and talked to the driver before they pushed me on.

“Who’s she?” The bus driver asked as I took a empty seat next to the window, getting whistles and stares from the other inmates.

“That’s inmate number 538426”. The officer read from a slip of paper as the driver nodded before getting on and before I knew it we was heading to California State Prison.