My Life In Prison 3.Lunch

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The clapping sound filled my ears as all the chitter chattering stopped and all pairs of eyes turned to Lesley holding her cheek as tears swelled down her face and the buff mexican lady with tattoos that went under her jumpsuit smiled along with other buff women behind her.

Why was everyone just sitting there looking at them doing nothing?!Even the police officers stood there looking too!

I wanted to stand up for her and tell those girls to back off but my feet dangled off the chair watching the buff girls talk to Lesley but to my surprise I heard nothing they said.

Then it seemed that my vision zoomed in and every girl even Lesely looked at me.I looked around and noticed that i had got up from my seat and walked up to Lesley and the buff girls.

I panicked.

What do I say, what do I say?I thought in my head.

"What do you want stripper?!" I felt my heart completely stop in fright as a manly lady stepped closer .

"I-I-" words didnt seem to escape my mouth.

"Leave her alone!! She hasn't done a fuck to you!!! I-I-Its me you want!!"I gasped while Lesley continued her rant,defending me.

My mouth hung open and my eyes were popping out of my head as the mean women turned around and started punching Lesley and I literally mean punching!

Lesley stumbed onto her back.A sound came as she hit the ground.I winced when I saw her get another punch in her ribs.

What do I do? Lesley is my friend...Right? Im weak,I cant do anything orI will get hurt.

I took one more gulp down my throat as I squeezed through the women, who looked like men,and put my legs around Lesley's waist still standing up and spread my arms out shielding Lesley.

The women stopped ,probably surprised.

"Lesley go!"I shouted to her beneath me.

She hurriedly dashed from the ground and hid behind an officer who gave her a strange look.

I too followed feeling brave from what I just did.

There was no way one of the women would push away an officer unless they wanted to be punished.

The women who were hurting Lesley backed away and returned to the deserted table probably assigned to them.

As soon as they sat down,Lesley and I came out of our spots and sat in another deserted table far away from the other girls.

I looked at Lesley playing with her fingers.Her face was pale and silent tears rolled down her bruisedcheeks,and hair all tangled up in knots.

"Are you ok?" I asked worried of the pace her fingers moved.

"Yea i'm fine,"she mumbled,I almost didn't hear it.

After about two minutes of dwelling silence,I heard faint sobs escape her mouth.

"Whats wrong?" I asked.

She didn't speak for a few seconds,"I-i-its just th-th-that know one has ever done that f-f-for me,"she said.It was hard for me to make out the slurs caused by her crying.

"You mean stand up for you?"

She bobbed her head up and down and then cried louder.

I lost track of how long it was after 4 minutes of her crying fiercely,sometimes dieing down but then sobs would start up again.Suddenly she spoke.

''Yes.That is exactly it."she paused,"I'v been here one year and three months and ever since I got here I have been treated horrible....For god sakes even before that! I was abused and molested by the man who is supposed to treat me like a normal father should have!He-he even killed my mother," her lip quivered but she continued to talk,"He was eventually caught and sent away for lifebut after that I re-lived it from my husband,"she stared at the wall next to us,"men,"she muttered."He had me trapped in his trance at fourteen years old and I fell in love with him and eventually we ran off together and got married....after the honeymoon something changed him and he was never the same....He raped me when I was sixteen and I got pregnant...We lost the poor child."she crossed her arms and looked down."He woke up in the middle of the night when I was seventeen and he got really angry for some reason and he got a knife and carved the word 'bitch' on my stomach while I slept.I woke up the next morning unaware of what happened and I built up the strength to get one of those fireplace thingies and hit him across the head."the corner of her lips twitched upwards,"I used that time to get revenge and hit him multiple times all over his body.In court I said it was self defence but the jury said it was for revenge and called me guilty.Ehh oh well that bitch is dead and if these bitches in prison kill me they get to be executed since they are going to be in here quite a while," she chuckled.

I have to admit this made me a little scared.

The officers then shouted at us to get our lazy asses back to our cells.

I wept that night for myself and Lesley because of our miserable lives.One day it might get better...

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hello again! This chapter was to fill you in on Lesley.I want yall to get to know her a lot because something very big is going to happen to her later on...WEll PLEASE, vote,comment and fan! i would really appriciate it :D

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