Rescue Me

Chapter 16.

This Chapter Isn't In Bahja's POV. It's In The Narrator's POV.  Enjoy! ~ Monique

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           Disgustedly, Bahja picked at her nasty prison food with the dirty plastic fork she was given. The meals here consisted of moldy bread, stale crackers, and tap water. She wasn't fond of the meals they supplied here, but...no one was. She was just going to have to deal with it in her own way. Bahja frowned at the way her water bubbled. She groaned, and tossed her fork down, folding her arms. "This is bullshit! They can't treat us like this!" Bahja ran her fingers through her unmanageable hair, and sighed. She had only been here for 6 days, and she was hating it. They wouldn't even let her fix her hair, wear makeup, or pick her own outfits. She obviously was a diva, and wasn't familiar with the prison routine. She had to wear a hideous orange jumpsuit, and when ever she left the prison cell, she was forced to wear handcuffs on her hands and legs. Handcuffs that left bruises on her wrists and ankles. She rubbed her wrists, just thinking about it. Being in prison for 6 days has made her life a living hell. Even worse than before. She'd prefer that life over prison any day. She began to silently sob to herself, thinking about her boyfriend. Thinking about her baby. She placed her hand on her stomach, and sniffled. "I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry I put you through this. But i'm going to be here for 4 years...which means you're going to be born here." She cried. "I'm sorry you have to be born into such a terrible environment. I'm so so sorry." She rubbed her tiny stomach. In prison, Bahja felt like her life was over. She peered over at her tray where her slob dinner still sat, uneaten. 

              While Bahja was going on and on, a woman in the cellmate next to her was watching her every move. This woman was a white woman, she had long dirty blondish hair which was now turning gray. Her face consisted of many wrinkles, and her lips were starting to tuck under. They were also beginning to turn black, due to her constant need for a cigarette. She was 43 years old, and felt bad for Bahja. For someone so young, to spend most of her life in here, broke the woman's' heart. She placed her cigarette in her ash-tray and leaned against her cell bar's, looking over at Bahja. "Now I know that food looks nasty, but it's the only food you'll have to eat in a while." The woman chuckled. Bahja turned her head towards the woman, and wiped her face. "But it looks like slob." Bahja frowned, walking over to her. She sat in her prison bed, and looked at the woman. "My name is Shannon." She introduced herself. "I couldn't help but notice you crying. Are you alright?" She asked in a concerned tone. "I'm still trying to get used to this." Bahja sighed. "I'm not that fond of being pregnant in prison." She said somberly. "I understand honey." Shannon took a sip of her tap water. "I've been here since I was 38. Still got 2 years to go. But I was  pregnant when I first came here." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "Oh my.." Bahja placed her hand over her heart. "Is your baby healthy now?" She smiled. "Nope. Never gave birth to her. She was extremely unhealthy because she wasn't getting enough nutrition. I refused to eat the food here, and she...died." Shannon looked at the ground. Bahja gasped and looked down at her stomach. "So I suggest ya' eat honey." Shannon smiled at her. Bahja had already decided to eat the nasty slob the prison calls food. No matter how slimy and putrid the food was, she had to eat it. She didn't want to be the reason her first child died. She didn't want her to die at all.

                      For a whole hour, Bahja did everything she did to entertain herself. She talked to her unborn child, to Shannon, she drew on the stone walls in the prison cell with her false nails. She did everything in the book that she could think of. She was laying in her prison bed, fumbling around with her fingers, when one of the security guards opened up her cell. Bahja didn't even bother to turn her head. "Rodriguez! Wake up! You have a visitor!" She demanded Bahja to get up. "A visitor?" Bahja turned her head slowly. "Yeah. Now get the hell up." She growled. Bahja had a feeling it was Chresanto, but she wasn't very sure. You can never be sure. She got up, and walked over to the security guard, who had a set of handcuffs in her hand waiting for her. She grunted as the security guard put the handcuffs on her wrists. "Can't you loosen the chains? This shit hurts." She complained. The security guard ignored her complaint and led her to the cafeteria, where her visitor was waiting. She was surprised to see who it was. Her TT Tiny. She cracked a smile at her as she sat across from her. "H-Hey TT." She smiled awkwardly. "Hey Bahja." She nodded, folding her hands. "What's wrong? You don't seem happy." Bahja chewed on her bottom lip. "I know. Last time we saw each other, it wasn't very...pleasant." Tiny sighed. "Oh...right. Well, that's behind me TT." Bahja didn't want any beef with her aunt, especially not while she was in prison. But Tameka was there for strict reasons. "I'm glad. But um..that's not what I came here to talk about." "Oh! What do you want to talk about then?" She furrowed her eyebrows. Tameka took a deep breath and started to speak. "Zonnique is missing." She said in a grim tone. Bahja was taken in by surprise. Not at the fact that Zonnique was missing, because she already knew that. But because her aunt came to her to talk about it. And she was baffled to the fact why. "I know you had something to do with it, Bahja." Tameka growled. "W-What? Why would you think that?" Bahja raised her eyebrows. "I heard your testimony yesterday, you joined a gang! They took my baby!" She shouted. "TT, I'm so sorry. But I didn't take her. Kaleb's gang did." "Same damn thing! You had everything to do with this, bitch!" Tameka snapped. Bahja frowned, and she felt the tears coming on. "You can go now." Bahja sniffled, looking at the floor. "NO! You slut! Bring me back my daughter, or i'll sue you for everything you've got!!" She scowled. Tameka reached over the table to attack Bahja, but one of the security guards pulled Tameka away before she had the chance to. Bahja began to cry as they pulled Tameka out of the prison. She was shocked at how her aunt had blamed her for the loss of her daughter. Bahja would never do such a thing. Zonnique was her best friend, she loved her. She's just as upset that her friend was gone. She began to watch her tears fall to the floor, and she felt someone grab her. She realized it was a security guard, and she let them escort her to her prison cell. As she sat in her prison bed, she continued to cry. She had so many emotions running through her head. She had the most hate towards the person who she had already killed. The person who caused all of this.