My Sister Is Trouble (1D FANFIC)

Chapter 11

Tammy's P.O.V

Once I have exited the court room I realise I have no idea what I was sentenced too. I stopped listening at the word guilty.

"I know this is a bit annoying" I say to the police officers, "but could you tell me how long I'm going to spend in prison?"

They both look at each other then back to me. Probably deciding whether I'm crazy and whether or not they should tell me.

"18 months" 

I'm confused, surely attempted murder should get more than a year and a half in prison. The guard probably thinks I'm crazy because he looks at me and decides to continue. 

"There was a lot of things to take into consideration, you're age, the fact that you didn't actually want to do it" I looked at him, how did he know what I wanted to do?

"Did you not listen to anything at the trial" he shakes his head, "Katy said that she was only pressing charges because she wanted to get you out of the gang and that you would never have hurt her if it hadn't been for the people around you" 

I'm shocked to say the least. I thought Katy hated me, I hate me. But she's only sending me to prison because she thinks it will help me in the future? I don't know whether that makes me feel slightly better or even more angry.

"You'll be going to Huntingly juvenile detention centre until your birthday next month when you will be 18 and sent to HM Prison Huntingly" 

I nodded. I hadn't even taken my age into consideration. It had been a long time since anyone had cared how old I was, I would do whatever I wanted even if I wasn't 18. The name Huntingly stuck out in my head and I couldn't work out why. I knew the name of the prison for some reason and it was going to really annoy me.

"Okay that's enough" the second guard cut in sharply, silencing whatever the other guard had been about to say. Clearly he didn't want to spend any more time near me so I was half marched half dragged towards the little room where I had been held earlier. 

Once I was seated on the small plastic chair again, the second guard spoke to me. 

"You will be allowed visitors now to say your goodbyes"

"I don't think anyone is coming" I wanted Eric so badly but I hadn't seen him in such a long time that I just knew he wouldn't visit me. It broke what was left of my heart.

Both guards looked almost sorry for me but they quickly regained their composure.

"Well we'll just have to wait here until they come to take you to Huntingly then" 

I nodded and remained silent. Maybe I could get some sleep on the chair, it might be the last chance I get before I have to sleep with one eye open so my cell mate doesn't stab me while I'm asleep.

The horrible guard exited the room while the nicer guard took the chair opposite me, the one that was meant for my friends and family.

"Are you okay? he asks. He does genuinly seem nice, it makes me wonder how he ended up with this job. 

"Peachy" I reply, there is no point lying to him. He's probably seen enough people like me to know when I'm telling the truth. 

"It will get easier" 

"Will it? Really?" I say incrediously

"Maybe, maybe not. It depends how you use the opportunity given to you"

"Opportunity" I blurt out, how is being locked up with other criminals an opportunity. 

"You're only going away for 18 months, that's not very long. You could learn something while you're in there, treat this as a once in a life-time experience"