Fairy Godmother for Hire

Prision Life

Prison Life {{16}}

When I was little my brother locked me outside. All night in the cold weather with out a shawl or anything. My parents were away on travel and Derrick was watching me for the day.

He locked me outside for the whole night. I wouldn't speak to him for a whole week. My powers came in before his did, so I got revenge very fast.

The point is, I preferred being locked outside to being locked inside.

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I wish this was a real prison and not a dogs cage. In prison they feed you, clothe you, and let you sleep with a blanket.

This is awful.

I have tried every spell imaginable and nothing is working. It's awful being in here. The shed is cold and smells like gasoline so I get dizzy and pass out for a few minutes. I have bruises along my arms from where I try and grab onto anything through the bars. I'm starving and feel nauseous. Again.

Prison life isn't for me.

The shed door opens and I internally groan. I scoot in the back corner and it's not that big of a cage to begin with. Patrick walks to my cage, unlocks it, and steps back.

When I don't move he opens the door and says, "Are you coming or what?"

I slowly crawl out and stretch my legs. But because it's been a couple days my legs feel like jelly and I grab onto the nearest thing, which is Patrick.

A smirk grows on his face. "Still falling for me I see." I push off of him and snarl. "Be nice."

I lean against the wall and take slow breaths.

"The doctor will be here shortly." His phone rings and he turns around to answer it.

As he is talking I look around the shed. I see a pair of gardening shears. I grab it and hide it behind my back. As he turns around I strike him. It only grazes his shoulder and he screams in pain.

When I've realized what I've done and see the look on his face I drop the shears. I slowly back up as he grits his teeth and stalks toward me. With one hand he grabs my hair and the other he grabs my arm, making me scream in pain.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" He spits in my face as he says this. "You think you're gonna make it out of here don't you?"

He throws me up against the back wall and I hit my head. Patricks hands flies across my face and I fall on the ground from the impact.

"You did this to yourself really." Patrick towers over me. I pull my feet to my chest and let a few tears fall. "Come on. I don't have all day."

He grabs me by my ripped shirt and pushes me back into the cage. I rest my head on my knees and don't look up until he leaves.

****

My lip is busted and I have a bruise on my eye. The finger prints on my arm have turned purple and are very sore.

All together I look awful.

I hear voices and the door unlock. I face away from the door.

"There she is." Patrick says.

"Ya, I see her." I hear a terrible German accent. The man's accent is so thick I'm barely able to understand him. Patrick unlocks the cage door and roughly pulls me out.

"This is Dr. Heinsler, be good." Patrick throws me at him and smirks. The doctor catches me.

"Actually if she can be back in the cage." The doctor holds me at arms length. His scratchy beard tickles my shoulder.

"Sure." Patrick smirks and pulls me into his arms. "You always were beautiful."

"Were?!" I ask but it sounds more like a squawk. He grabs my face with one hand and roughly kisses me. Patrick sighs and stuffs me in the cage. The doctor throws a blanket over my cage so I can't see anything which freaks me out.

"When will I get my money?" Patrick asks.

"My assistant will drop off the money tonight." Dr. Heinsler says.

"How can I trusts you?" I hear shuffling.

"Very smart." The doctor pauses. "Here is half." I hear more shuffling noises and something tearing.

"Good. Take good care of her." Patrick says. Someone bangs on the top of the cage.

"Oh she doesn't have long." The doctor laughs.

"How long?" I sigh when I realize what he is saying.

"Eh. An hour or so." The older man says.

"Ok. Send me pictures." Patrick laughs.

"Ya no." The cage tips and I tumble foward. I'm being wheeled outside because I can feel the temperature drop.

I'm gonna die in pajamas. They aren't even good pajamas! Is it too much to ask to let me die in a nice pair of couture shoes?

I'm mean really.

The cage is lifted and placed in what I'm guessing is the trunk. I hear the car start up and I feel the movement of the car.

We drive for a while and I drift off. I wake up to the sound of the car coming to a stop. The trunk lid is opened up the sheet torn away. The light is blinding and I cower away from the light. I finally blink away the sun and sigh.

"Took you damn long enough." I say.

Leo smirks and unlocks the cage.

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