Imprisoned Love

It Was Self Defense

Jacky's POV:

"Stop it!" I cry as my husband throws yet another lamp at me. "Jake, please stop!"

"You think you can control me?" He asked as he walked towards me. He was drunk, yet again. He always gets drunk and beats ts me. Not this time. This time, I grabbed the switchblade knife from the shelf above me, just as Jake throws the first punch. He soon climbs on top of me, undoing his belt. I've had enough. Just as he pinned my arm down and went to reach for the other one, I take my chance and stab. He quickly gets off me, looking in pain. I look at where I had hit. Going by the amount of blood, I hit a main artery on his arm.

"Shit!" I say, frantically. Running for my phone, I hurriedly call for an ambulance. By the time they got here, Jake was dead and I was being arrested. The rest is a bit of a blur from this point.

~

My trial didn't end in my favor. I was sentenced to five months in prison.

"Hey," another, much bigger inmate sitting next to me on the bus said. I ignored him, trying to keep only to my thoughts. "Hey, I'm talking to you." I look up, trying to hide my fear. "What're you in for?"

"M-murder." I reply, looking back down at my feet.

"Murder?" The other man says, seemingly shocked. "Huh, you don't look the type."

"It was self defense." I say, tearing up.

"Just stay away from that Ryan guy with the blue hair. You'll be good, bro."

"What'd he do?" I ask, scared for my life.

"He and his friends were killers. Real hardcore murderers. Ryan picked out the victim, they would go in for the kill." My eyes widened. "Come on, I'm just fucking with you. He's been in and out of there for a bunch of misdemeanors, the fucking idiot." I looked at him, confused. "He's been in bar fights, stolen a bunch of shit. You name it, if it ain't severe, he's probably done it." I let out a breath of relief. "But, really. He's just a douche. It'd be best that you keep your distance."

"Thanks."

~

When I got to my cell, I sat back on the bed, only for my thoughts to be interrupted by the door creaking opened.

"Hello, new guy in there?" A friendly voice said. I sat back up as whoever was on the other side walked in. He had bright blue hair and what looked like bruises all over his arms. "Hey, you're cute." I smile a bit at this. He wasn't so bad looking, himself. I didn't want to let him know that, I don't even know him. "I'm Ryan."

"Jacky." I say, shyly. Ryan sat down on the bed next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

"It may not look like it, but this place isn't actually all that bad." He said after a moment. I gave a slight nod of acknowledgement for what was said.

"Don't let the other guys fool you, newbie." Another guy said from the doorway. This one was covered in brightly colored tattoos. "Ryan and I are the ones in charge of this part."

"Jacky, this is Ronnie." Ryan said, quickly. "He's my friend and the other leader of the pack."

"Hey." I said, quietly. Ronnie looked more intimidating than Ryan, so I was a bit more nervous. This is gonna be a living hell. I just know it.