Adopted by MyChemicalRomance

25- One Week

This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful reader lesly_torres2021

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👑Millie's P.O.V👑

I stood there and gulped, my eyes flickering around not able to stay on one object.

One week in prison, I can't handle that. I can't. I'm not tough enough. I will get eaten alive in there!

Why was she doing this to me? Hannah. Why are you doing this to me? I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I couldn't let Hannah see my weakness. She has already drained me emotionally but I will not give her the satisfaction of seeing me breakdown.

"Millie?" I heard the judges voice again snapping me out me a fixated state. "Millie I need to know that you understand" he said again.

"Yes sorry I do...understand" I said starting to not feel well.

"Dismissed" the judge waved us up.

I stood there not able to move. I felt like there was a heavy weight keeping me on the ground.

I felt a tug on my arm and the click of handcuff. Before I knew what was happening I was being walked out of the court room and into a police van. I guess I was being taken to the jail where I would serve my sentence.

"Millie? Do you know where your going? And do you understand why?" I was asked by a police officer helping me into a van.

"Yes" I confirmed not wanting to speak. I just wanted to go into an eternal sleep. Why has the whole world done against me? What has I done to deserve this? Hannah had taken this all way out of her control. He was angry and I understand but she had gone to far. How could we ever recover from this? I'm never going to survive a night in jail let alone a week.

I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes not caring about my appearance anymore. The drive to the jail seemed like forever but must have been mere minuets. We had been stationary for about one minuet before the heavy van doors were lugged open and light flooded the van. I gulped heavily not wanting to get out of the van. I stepped out and was greeted by two heavy looking officers who grabbed my arms tightly. I pulled a little trying to get them to loosen there grip but it only made it tighter.

"Oi! No moving unless we tell you sunshine!" The bald one said giving me a glare.

As I stepped out of the van I was greeted by the cold November air which hit me sharply. We walked inside which felt like a hit in the stomach.

"No I can't!" I panicked squirming to get out of the officers grasp. They only held on tighter calling other guards over to help.

"Miss we will have to cuff your legs as well if you do not cooperate" he threatened, instantly making me stop and return to a normal state.

We walked inside which was warm. Nicely warm but it was like a buttering up before I went into hell. I was stood at the front desk and greeted by a old, grey haired woman who looked like she hated her job.

"What do we have here?" She said inspecting me looking up and down in disgust.

"Millie Way, 18 years of age, bought from court today, one week sentence, has been a bit...fidgety" he snarled.

"Ok, thanks Ed" she half smiled and beckoned another officer over to me as the other two left.

"So Millie I'm going to need your fingerprint and a picture" she said rolling her eyes. Brilliant a mug shot.

I nodded my head cooperatively.

"Finger" she demanded. I have her my hand and she pulled out my index finger rubbing a black paint all over it before pulling some paper out and putting my finger on the paper and applying force. I lifted my finger to see my finger print on the clear white paper. Ok now I felt like a proper criminal.

After marking all my finger prints I was lead to a room where I was told to get changed into. It was a cold toilet which I had to share with a female officer. Invade I had anything on me.

After getting changed into some blue straight trousers (which I'm pretty sure surgeons wear) and a blue stiff top I was handcuffed again, patted down and lead towards the jail.

The big metal gates would be my home for the next week. As I entered I suddenly felt light headed, not that anyone would care. I kept my mouth shut. I was lead down a corridor and was greeted by hundreds of female inmates rattling their jail doors and whistling at me, shouting abuse at me. This was it.

"Oy! Pretty girl! What's a punk like you doing in here?" I heard one shout. I kept my head down and looked at my shoes not daring to look us. When I was finically stopped I was placed in front of four bars and a cell no bigger than a toilet cubicle. The walls were white and bland and all that lived in there was a toilet and some roll, no toothbrush. I got shoved in heard the door behind me lock.

'Is this the real life...is this just fantasy...'

(Suicide squad ^^)

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Aw this story has almost come to an end :( before you start asking I'm not sure as of yet how many chapters there will be but it's coming to the end. There should be some good news coming soon so stay tight and keep reading to find out. Thank you for reading. Remember to
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