Chapter 6
After reading some older stories from my notebook, I decided to settle down in my warm bed. I had been there all day, and had only moved to grab the notebook since it had been out of arm's reach. I scowled at anyone who walked by my cell that had the audacity to look at me. The fellow inmates would speed walk to avoid my hateful glare. Even in my lowest state, I was still a force to reckoned with.
It was quite lonely to sleep alone in a bed, wrapped up in dirty, thin sheets. I never slept easily before I met my girl, and it seemed to be worse after she dumped me. It'd take me over an hour every night to finally relinquish into a one-body sleep. I had grown accustomed to sleeping with Reyna in my arms. The lumpy pillow failed as an alternative.
Tonight was no exception, but it did seem harder than the days before Reyna's visits. I tried to curl up with my blanket wrapped tightly around me like a cocoon. Some nights it would work, but not tonight.
"Fuck." I heard someone say above me. The prisoner from before, with the hole in my ceiling. He hisses in pain, loudly, might I add. He's quiet for awhile, but then starts hissing again.
I groaned and slammed the pillow on my face. "Shut up, will you?" I whisper harshly. Sleeping was hard enough as it was without this brute's noises. If he needed a doctor, he could've just asked a guard for one.
He did, for a short while. "What's your name?" His voice boomed in a whisper.
"Ashford. Violet Ashford."
"Ashford, meet me at the library after lunch." His tongue rolls exotically on the r's ever so slightly. The inmate was definitely Hispanic. I try to remember all the male Hispanic prisoners to see if I could make a guess on his identity. I find there to be too many choices and people that I did not encounter that could fit the description.
I frown. "For what?"
"You know." Is all he replies. I call out to him again, but he doesn't say any more. I grumbled in dismay. Whatever the brute wanted, I'd know the next day. I only wondered what the meeting would bring me.
I closed my eyes in hopes of a quick overtaking of slumber. A few minutes later, I was thrashing about, trying to seek a warmth that was not present.
Hello, readers. This is a bit short, sorry. But that means that the next chapter will be of great importance. I'll try to write ASAP.
Have a lovely day/night!
~Mitchie
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Dla nastolatkówViolet Ashford's life is ripped away from her once she makes a grievous error that lands her in prison for the next eight years. Her mother is cautious of her, her girlfriend/fiance has broken off their engagement, and she cannot see her younger bro...
