Deceived 2 (Lisa's Story)

commotion in prison. (5)

So here I am in front of a bunch of tattooed woman in front of me. Banging and knocking. I hope there aren't any lesbians here. I'm suddenly feeling small and endangered like people are trying to cut down my horns and leave me to die a slow painful death. Oh dear Lord. My  primary worry is my mother. I'm sure she's already informed about my in-coming in south Africa. My second primary problem is that I'm in Cape Town while she is in Gauteng, in Johannesburg. 

Will she come live here. Suddenly I'm scared . What if can't make it. I need tostoppp worrying about that and worry about my problem right now. I try to avoid eye contact with any of them.

"Sweetheart, where you from?" Someone shouted. It didn't sound friendly at all. It sounded murderous and dangerous.  I'm in big sh*t.

"Come on. In!!" The police woman pushed me inside a cell. Inside was a small girl. Wait what... no she looked like a small girl until she brought her face to meet mine's. She was hurdled up like a ball on top of these lousy beds we sleep on. Her face had multiple scars on her face. I was relieved that she wasn't as creepy as the other here and I could also see that she was as relieved as myslef.

"Hi." If I'm going to stay here I better get along along with some people because I'm not getting out any time soon. I greeted the silent girl.

She didn't even look at me. Well I guess i Will just sit here and think about my life...

That man. He used to beat my mother  and then go wherever he usually goes until my mother got fed up a ran away. This world is so cruel. Last I heard he was in jail for some drug trafficking thing. Like the saying going like father like son only mine it'slike father like daughter. I never want to meet him. Maybe he is in the same building as myself.

I look back at my 'roommate '. She has been like that ever since. Our dinner is passed through to us. I'm beyond hungry so I quickly rush and grab one iron plate filled with green peas, carbohydrates, and no meat, whatever. I notice how thin she looks when she stands up to fetch her own plate. Whatever she went through is worse than mine. Life.

I finished my diner without any problems at all. It wasn't all fancy but it is food. I place my own empty plate of food near the cell bars. Some minutes later she did the same. This girl has got some stress. What up with her I mean I'm down and all but she looks abused.

"Hi I'm Lisa." I walked up to her hoping she would notice me this time. I can't sit here pretending and feeling like I'm invisible.

She looked up at me. "What's your name." I felt like she wasn't going to say anything so I asked her.

"Mbali. My name is Mbali." Her voice sounded broken. She seems scared.

"Nice to meet you. What are you scared of?" That got her attention. She looked at me and laughed. A horrible laugh, the one you hear in scary movies.

"You do know that we are in jail right. This place is not safe. We are dead. See these people, they are crazy. They do crazy things to people like me and you. You know the one time I was forced to lick someone's ass and that's not the worst." She ended it with a 'I'm crazy laugh'. Almost laughed to that one but then realised she was dead serious.

"Why would people do that?" Me.

She looked at me unbelievably like I have no experience in life. "They are crazy, Lisa. They know they've got a lot of years in here so they don't care."

I'm in for it. I'm not going to let them do all that to me. I will fight. This girl here won't be bullied by a couple of psycho woman who have no purpose in life.

Erase what I just said. I'm scared out of my wits. Turns out people are in groups and the most dangerous one that rules around here is called the sisterhood. They walk in groups and Lord if you do something, doesn't necessarily have to be wrong, you are dead.

We've been taken out side to do some physical exercise. Things are heated up, luckily these guards will stick around for a bit. There's this sisterhood leader. She's all fat and tall. It scares me. I definitely don't want to cross any one and to my surprise they haven't bullied me, only Mbali. I don't want to get involved, sorry Mbali.

I've been called up to attend to my visiter. As much as I want to see my mother I wish it's not her. How will I explain to her that I was selling drugs.

I walked into the visiting room trying to come up with an excuse to tell my mother. I did not expect this. Chase was sitting on a chair. He looked up and gave me a smile. It reminds me of why I fell for him. He's also cute too.

"Hi." I greeted him as I sat down. This has to be interesting.

"Hi. How are you holding up." Know that's a random question for an ex prisoner to ask a prisoner.

"I'm still alive." I said it with so much energy and I didn't like the response. He gave me a sympathetic look.

"I've been sent. The gang just found out that you are busted. He want to trade silence for your safety in here." now we are talking .

"Like I have a choice."

"Okay. They've appointed mama G to protect you around here." He means the sisterhood gang leader. "The deal is you keep your mouth shut and don't mention us. If you make it around you could still do some round ups again." What a promising job (internally rolling eyes).

"Alright I can do that. Just make sure nothing happens to me." He held my hand tight. The guard gave us a warning. Somehow I feel like he's hiding something, like he's guilty maybe. Mmm,  maybe I'm overreacting.

Even though I know that mama G is looking out for me I'm still scared of her. She has marks over her face. Rumour has it that she used to own a prostitution night club and she dealt with the most fearful man known. I used to be a self employed person.

There's was this one time when we were all having a shower. One girl almost my age told me to bend. I looked at her and told her why doesn't she do it for herself. You know how things are. People booed and wooed fuelling up the poor girl. She took out a pocket knife and place it right aat my neck. Luckily mama G uproached us. Her punishment was beyond bearable. A capital letter  G was written with a knife on her back after she was brutally beaten. Since that day no one has ever tried to even push me even poor Mbali.

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