"we already fucked, might as well get attached.", i shrugged pacing the workshop. ive been here not even a month yet, and I already found someone I care about- and no, not just because we fucked.
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I was still crying as we were heading down the hallway, we stopped at a room and she knocked on the door. "Healy! Open up, let's go!", the woman yelled and banged louder when he took too long for her liking. "Healy!"
She groaned and looked at me, "The old fuck probably fell asleep. He's suppose to be here 24/7 for the next week, if he went home he's in deep shit."
Suddenly, the door handle was being twisted and a man with grey hair and reading glasses walking out, rubbing his eyes under the things with his knuckles. "What do you need?", he asked, not taking notice of me standing there. He really missed a bright orange jumpsuit standing two feet away from him?
He finally looked at me and was confused at first. "I thought the new inmate was tomorrow?"
"So did I but, she's here now so take care of her. I need sleep.", the woman, Willow possibly, groaned and started walking off. "I'm emailing you her file."
I had this confused look on my face the entire time, my left cheek raised and my eyebrows narrowed with squinted eyes. This doesn't seem like a very organized prison in my opinion.
"What's your name again?", the man, Healy?, asked.
I retaliated, "No, what's yours."
"We got a hottie!", a voice called and I turned around to see some woman with short brown hair eyeing me up and down- probably as an insult or trying to intimidate me, not as her actually being attracted to me.
"Let's go in my office...", the guy said and I hesitated at first but then the woman took a quick step forward like she was going to lunge at me and I stepped right inside. "Close the door please."
"Gladly.", I mumbled and closed it as quickly as possible without slamming it. "So what's your name then, go on."
"I'm Mr. Healy. Consider me your therapist or someone you come to when you need something fixed or if something happens to you. I'll be your voice to the big voice.", he said. Something was off about this guy, can I report that to him?
"I'm Marina Alaniz.", I said and he explained how everything worked around here, the times- and even gave me a schedule, where a lot of things are, and he said by tomorrow my job would be open.
"I'm assuming you haven't got your basic necessities yet?", he said more as a question then a statement. I nodded my head. "I'll be right back.", he said before leaving and I heard him lock the door from the outside, just incase I did decide to leave.
He came back with a cardboard box with some items in it. I took it and saw it was nothing more then tooth-care, a sweater, and some other things. "We have a commissary and that's where you can get other things.", he told me and I gave him a look that had 'really' written all over it.
