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We drove for a couple miles before the area started getting familiar and I knew we were close. The aroma of urine and dust filled the air as we got closer and closer to the jail. It was dark and gloomy and I could tell once we past those gates to get inside, reality was gonna shift. My feet lay on the dashboard and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster the closer we got I got a good grip on Grayson's hand that the heat between our grips started to create sweat. He pulls up to the side and stops the car and stares straight ahead. I could tell in his mind he was having a full conversation with himself. I didn't know if it was fear or anger that filled his eyes but something was different. We unbuckled our seats and headed toward the front gate.

By now it was dark, a little too dark for comfort so I grabbed Grayson's arm for reassurance. We walk in and I could hear inmates yelling and getting rattled, I shifted my view to see families together visiting their loved one in jail in hope they will be a family again soon. I wish that was Grays situation. We head towards the front desk where a human had her feet kicked up and she had been eating a sandwich. It could be possible she was on break. Grayson put his hand on the counter to grab her attention, it didn't work. He just decided to start talking. "Um excuse me, I'm here for visitation... for-for my brother." He says dryly. The lady cuts her eyes at him. Her face said why the fuck did you just disturb my break but her mouth said, "what's the name?" 

"Dolan.. uh Ethan Dolan." He says as he tapped his fingers against the counter anxiously as she typed his name in. "He's already got visitors and visitations almost up."
Gray clenched his jaw, "yeah that's my family visiting him, we rode in the car behind them but traffic got to us, we're suppose to be in there with them please. I'm his brother.. Grayson Dolan." Grayson lied smoothly. It made me suspicious on if he'd ever lied that smooth to me, no hesitation, a story ready. But there were other things to focus on at the moment. The lady looked now more annoyed then ever. "I'm sorry but w-"
"Please." I finally spoke. She looked at me with a blank expression then back at Grayson and sighed. "Fine. Fill out these forms and go through security check." She hands us both clip boards and pens and then shows the direction of where to turn it in and where the security check was.

Grayson thanks her and we sit on cold metal stools that we're placed side of a deep gray colored wall. We filled out the applications with ease. All we had to do was say who we were and why we wanted to visit and wha time is was. It was late, around 8:13 I hadn't noticed until I written it down. Gray grabs my clipboard then grabs my hand as he turns them in. The guard who stood by the check point was very intimidating. Stood at about 6'3 and looked like he hadn't smiled in years. He made us take off our jackets and shoes then waved up with a metal detector. He nodded for approval. As we put our clothes back on he told us the rules for visitation.  "Okay. Is this your first time visiting?"

"Uhm. No, I've done it before." Gray answers they both glance at me. I swallowed then shook my head. "Well little lady, the rules are simple you have about 10 minutes to say what you wanna say to the prisoner and everything you say WILL be recorded and listened to by officers so don't say anything you don't want us to hear. You can touch the glass if you want but just know they're have been millions of people kissing, touching, licking, spitting and doing other stuff to and on that glass so I recommend keeping hands to yourself. Any questions?" We both shake our heads and the guard nodded and took us to Ethan. We saw Grayson's Mom and Dad touching the glass as Ethan touched it on the other side. Mom was crying rubbing her nose with her sleeve while his Dad comforted her by rubbing her shoulder. As we got closer we heard the bits of the conversation.

"It's gonna be okay son." Grays Dad said. You could only hear his mom mumbling something like, 'my baby, my poor baby' and she caressed the class. Ethan was on the other side just staring at them with a bored look in his eye. As we got closer they noticed and all attention was on us.