Locked Up

two

Hey guys, this story is going to start off fast. It will slow down soon. In the future Emma will have some bumps in her road and Regina will smooth them out. For now, I hope you enjoy reading.

~~~~C.R.Welsh

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~Regina's POV~

"Hello Ms. Mills." The warden greets.

"Hello." I return the greeting.

"Your first task today is to learn the inmates. Our prison as you can see is a luxurious prison. It's been modeled after the prisons in Norway."

"Well it's very nice."

"It's also a prison for criminals of the LGBT+ community. It's also coed, but the males and female stay separate for the majority of the time. You will be dealing with the females."

"Thank you." I walk into my office. "Can you have someone bring in my first inmate." I hate calling them inmates. They're people too.

"I will." The warden closes the door behind him. Five minutes later there's a knock on the door.

"Come in." I say from my seat. The door swings open and I see a short brunette and a guard. "Hello Miss. French."

"It's Lacey." She says aggressively. I've never heard someone say their name with so much anger.

"Okay Miss. French I'm going to need you to leave that attitude outside because I don't want to deal with it."

"Sure." She rolls her eyes. Before the guard leaves, I grab his attention.

"Take her with you." I close her file and her eyes go wide.

"What I just got here! No I need this appointment to get out."

"Then act like it." I say sternly. "You will respect our time and call me Ms. Mills. You will end each sentence with Miss, Ma'am, or Ms. Mills."

"Yes Ms. Mills."

"Very well. You may leave guard."

"Tim. You can call me Tim Ms. Mills." He says shyly.

"Tim it is." He nods and closes the door.

"Okay Ms. French what can I do for you?"

"I really wanna call my sister Belle. She's worried because I haven't called. I've been trying to stay out of trouble so I can call her... Ms. Mills."

"And how's that working out for you?"

"I'm been good. No fights or trouble, ma'am."

"That's good. I'll see what I can do about that phone call."

"Thank ma'am."

"Now as for your temper and attitude." She sits up, buts looks into her lap as if she's ashamed of herself. "I have a task for you." I reach into my bag and pull out an empty journal. I have several more for other inmates. "I want you to write how you feel in this. Whenever you're upset write in this. You don't have to be upset to write in it either. Happy, sad, mad, and anything else you're feeling." I hand her the journal. "Bring it every time we meet."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome. Is there anything else you'd like me to know?"

"Not at the moment, ma'am."

"Then I guess we're done for today."

"Yes. Thank you Ms. Mills."

"You're welcome. I want to remember to breathe whenever you're upset."