///Arianna Simmons
Highland holding cell
My case was so messy and had so many holes I was starting to get frustrated. My information on who I was had yet to show up on file and I was detained in solitary confinement until everything got situated. Hopefully at the end of all of this, they would find out I was innocent and had nothing to do with that robbery. I wasn't meant for prison and was never the type to get in Trouble with the law. I hated violence and especially guns.
"Put this on." I looked up to my cell being opened and I looked at the officer who for some reason didn't think belonged here. I could've sworn I had once saw him with Tad and I began to think if he was another reason why I was here.
I looked at what he had in his hands and I rolled my eyes, I hated orange.
"Y'all got a different color?" I asked and he chuckled a bit shaking his head. I ain't see shit funny.
"Nawl you goin' to prison not no fuckin mall if you ain't forget." He told me and I was taken back....I thought he was supposed to be professional.
"And I don't think you're supposed to be talking to me like that." I said eyeing him.
"I do what I want. Here." He said placing the clothes on the tiny, uncomfortable bed.
"I need to take a shower." I said and I saw his jaw flex and looked at his watch. It was expensive. He took out his cuffs and told me to get up before cuffing me. I was so short compared to him.
"Watch your step." He mumbles escorting me out the cell and into a long hallway. I kept silence feeling the aura. He looked like the type of people to get annoyed fast.
"There you go." I stood there in disgust seeing where I had to clean myself at, it itself didn't look clean. The walls were all filled with every type of cuss words and every type of set. I could see the mold peeking through on the corners of the walls. Spider webs were all over the ceiling and the lights were flickering.
"I'm scared." I admitted feeling tears ready to fall. What the fuck I do to deserve this shit. I could feel the officer looking at me and I turned around.
"This how the real prison showers look like?" He shook his head and sighed.
"Most of em, not all em. Mostly the ones close to Long Island but you going upstate. They use this to scare motherfuckers like you." He informed me. "Stop crying."
"I can't."
"You goin have too. You can't be crying like dat when you get to the dog house. They goin chew your lil ass up." I scoffed wiping my eyes and sniffling.
"No they're not. I can hold my own." He gave me an amused face.
"I ain't talking about fighting bitches....I mean that too." I gave him a look of disgust thinking about a dyke bitch raping my ass. I had heard stories and I always laughed cause I knew I could never be in that situation, shit changes.
"I'm not talking to you no more because you're just tryna scare me just like you trying to scare me by taking me to this ugly ass fuckin shower knowing damn well they got cleaner ones."
"They don't but imma let you believe what you want." I sighed looking up at the ceiling why lord.
"Check if the water clean."
"You straight."
"Please."
"Nawl you do it, I ain't touching shit."
"Den I ain't touching it."
"Den lets leave." He said taking out the cuffs. I groaned making him chuckle.
"Here ya go." He said going to the cabnit close to the entrance. He passed me some flip-flops, towel, bar soap, and travel size shampoo and conditioner. I took it and I watched him step back going behind the wall before letting me have my privacy. I fuckin hate my life.
