Lovestrong.

You find out a lot in one day

*Alex POV*

I sat in the prison chair nearly shaking off my seat. I kept my hands in my pocket and starred at the glass in front me. Still shaking. I didn't dare take my hands out from my pockets because the tough impression I am trying to potray will disappear and I will have no choice but to blame it on my shaking hands. It was relaxing grabbing onto the pockets of my jeans. Ellie told me not to talk about my mothers addictions or anything that will break into an argument.

So what do I say? Hey mom! How's life in prison? I heard the food walks on its own!No that sounds to happy. Ummmmmmmmmm what about a simple Hi mom. Yeah that would do just fine.

I continued to stare at the glass window in front of me. Police surrounding the other side alter for any unwanted uprising. It looked insane on the other side. People locked away and put in a cage like some type of animal being guarded twentyfour seven.

I just know that I do not want to be in place where I can not even take a shit in peace without another guy in the cell. Plus, batheing while others are watching you is not my cup of tea either. There is no safe zone in prison. Whether the rumors about getting butt rapid by another guy is true or not I will not be able to survive in prison. How is my mother doing it? I do not know nor

will I ever understand.

From a fair I see my mother walking down the hallway police men surrounding her body following her every move. The chains on her wrist hitting the floor making a cling clang sound. Looking at her begins to get me angry. She seems so happy as if she wanted this to happen. But why? Why would she want to be in a prison for the rest of her life?

She sits down and I watch as a cop takes away her chains. "You've got twenty minutes" he says as he walks away from us. Mom picks up the phone on the other side as I do the same. I held the phone to my ear as she followed my eyes. She looks disgusting. She has a nasty pale complexion with hazel eyes light blonde hair turning to white from the roots her skin was wrinkled and dirty. She is only 40 and she can pass for 60.

She was not always this.... ugly. When her and my father met she was...... well beautiful. Smooth skin with thick blonde hair and a health complexion and lips as red as a cherry. She would still be very beautiful if the drugs didn't fuck her up. She has her reasons for doing it. Reasons that I'll never know. I just don't want to hear them. Ignorance is bliss.

"Hi son" she said her voice weak and cracked.

"Hi" I said waiting for her to say more.

"How are you?" she asked softly. At first, I did not respond. I mean how could I this lady has not asked me how I was since before dad died. Ever since he had died my sister and I have been completely invisible to her. She never acknowledge the fact that we were there and whenever she did she'd abuse us. Mainly Sarah who is still to young to understand that she has down nothing wrong. That she does not deserve this.

"Hello! I asked you a question!" mother scolded making a fist. Her face completely serious and full of rage. Her rage pissed me off so I put the phone down letting it hang from its wire and got out of my seat. I'm not dealing with this today. I don't even want to be here. I have a sister and a girlfriend to attend to today. I don't need this.

My mothers screams my name and bangs on the glass catching my attention and interrupting my thoughts of the only two people that really matter to me. I took a look into her eyes showing me nothing but desperation to talk to me. Once I saw that the guards were ready to grab my mother I motioned that it was okay and they sat her down once more. I placed the phone near my ear again.

"Alex please listen to me. I am sorry for all the hurt and pain that I've caused you and Sarah. I really am. If I could take it all back I would but, I can't. I have signed papers that state that Auntie Grace has full custody of you and Sarah until you guys are both 18 after that you guys are both on your own. I will be going to rehab in a few days to cure my addictions. My drinking habits, my use of drugs, and my low temper. I just want you to know that I love you both....." tears began gushing out of her eyes her voice began cracking "And I'm sorry."