The Aftermath

-Old Wounds-

 

Chapter Nine

‘Old Wounds’

 

We started our moderately simple road trip type of travel and we were already arguing. In the midst of the dust roaming about the back of car I kept my eyes focused on the road and my mind more so on the destination than the argument. Now we were off three days before our project was due and about to finally get to the last interview. It’d taken slightly than I’d thought it would but we’d hopefully be able to edit fast, put our conclusions at the end and then we were finally done. It felt weird being on the brink of the end of a life we’d known for the past four years. Bree would go off to Baylor to study medicine she’d finally decided and I’d decided to stay in Texas as well but with my grades I’d never really applied in any big colleges just the ones close by.

I pulled myself away from the thoughts of what would happen in the summer and kept it back to the complaints that poured from Bree before I finally replied, “There is no difference they are interchangeable words.” I complained.

“No they are not, I hate when people do that it’s not interchangeable one is completely different than the other.” She explained. “Prison is something we have here in Texas, hell I’ve never even heard of someone spending just one night in prison but Jail however, you only spend a few days or months there prison is long term, what would you do without me? I swear it’s like you aren’t even from here sometimes.” She shook her head and I scoffed in reply.

“It’s just not a big deal to me, you sure you don’t want to be a lawyer?”

“Positive, I’d rather not.” I could hear the smile in her words as she spoke, at least she  was going to stick this time with an idea. “Now, who exactly is this person?” she asked scratching her head.

“Nope, you’ll see when I introduce you.” I knew Bree would soon bring it up. I’m more surprised she’d held out for so long we’d pushed past the roads of our town hours ago and were now in the same city as the prison.

I parked the car and for some reason I was all too nerves for words, I’d never even seen someone in jail let alone going to prison to interview a convict. It may have not been on my bucket list to ever be here but it’s true that not many people saw the inside unless they’d actually known someone.

“You ready” Bree asked as the heat the heat waves became very visible in the distance.

Taking a deep breath before we’d even began I walking I replied, “Yep, let’s do it.” I replied eagerly.

They’d taken our camera and put it in a completely different room and even took Bree’s notepad and pen from her. She’d clung to her purse however, there wasn’t much in it besides her chap stick but she chose to keep it with her anyway. Two guards stood at either side of the door and I prayed we’d remember all of the questions without Bree’s notepad.

As soon as Kate made her way into the room I heard Bree completely stop breathing, her eyes looking at the woman in complete horror. I nudged her hoping to pull her out of it but she only went from being surprised to immediate anger. Her face started to turn red but at least she was breathing again.

“Hello, Gianna was it?” she asked politely a sweet smile on her face.

“Yes Gia I prefer, and this is my best friend Bree.” I introduced. Bree went rigid and didn’t reply to anything.

Kate’s hair looked flat and lifeless her eyes looked tired and the orange jumpsuit she’d had on made me feel so bad for her, not to mention the cuffs they’d kept on her the entire time going from her hands all the way down to her feet.