Avenge him

Orange is Not My Color

Abbie's POV

Whoever said orange is the new black was lying. They were lying their asses off. Orange most certainly NOT the new black. Orange looks like a freaking traffic cone.

I know what your thinking, why is she in orange, she is just on parole. Well, I didn't realize how strict parole really is.

*****

"Yeah, I'm just going to pick up pizza." I say to Megan over the phone.

"Abbie you're on house arrest." She tells me.

"I know that, with this ankle bracelet I can't forget."

"Alright... Just don't get into trouble."

"Thanks mom." I say sarcastically before saying bye and hanging up the phone.

I grab my keys and open the door. I make my way down the stairs and into the parking garage. I spot a police vehicle...

And unfortunately they spotted me.

"GET ON THE GROUND AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM." The man yelled getting out of the drivers side of the vehicle.

"What the hell." I say confused. I look down at my ankle bracelet which is flaring red lights....

Shit

Slowly and got on my knees and raise my hands. The police officer walks over slowly and places handcuffs on my wrists.

******

"Ex cop, dats interesting," My 'cell mate' states.

"No, current cop."

"Hell, you ain't no cop, you wouldn't be in here if you was a cop." She laughs a little.

"I was set up, now do everyone a favor and learn correct grammar or shut the hell up," I spit.

Her smile fades quickly. "Ex cop thinks she better than us, girls."

The other convicts trapped in the room scowl.

"Think we should teach'er a lesson?" The giant woman jumps off her bed, and slowly approaches me.

*******

I stared into the bathroom mirror. First week in here, and I have already gotten a black eye and busted lip. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Go to your happy place Abbie. Anywhere is better than here.

My mind trailed off. It took me back to my twentieth birthday. Drew, Megan, and I sat at Pizza King, the local pizzeria. The waiter brought out a cupcake with a candle in it. They were singing happy birthday, and Drew reached over me to grab a napkin. His sleeve hit the flame and caught his shirt on fire. The whole fire department showed up. We had to go give reports to all the police men in the area. That was by far my favorite birthday.

******

"Yo! Can you hear me! I said it's dinner time get your ass in the cafeteria!" The prison guard yelled at me, bringing me out of my trance.

"Oh fun." I mumbled under my breath.

I grab a trey of slop and looked around the room. I spot an empty table and sit down. All the woman in the room just look at me. Like I am the one purple dot in an ocean of blue

*******

"Up, up! Everyone get up!! It's visiting day!" A guard bangs on the metal bars with a night stick. I open my good eye, and half open my bad one.

Finally. Visiting day. Thank god.

Everyone with a visitor walked into a large room with tables and chairs set up. Cops lined the doors.

"Abigail Roberts!" A cop yells looking at names from a clipboard. The man lead me to a table and sat me down in a metal chair facing Megan.

"No physical contact at any time." The cop said sternly an left.

"Abbie, what happened to you?" Megan asked looking at my black eye and busted lip.

"I'm fine, just a little pissed."

"Did the nurse look over it?"

I snorted, "she looked right over it."

"You should get that checked out."

"When I get out of here I will, but for now, how's the case coming?" I ask.

"Not good. The new chief told the county they are going to hold off on it till they catch Joycelyn."

"And how's that coming?"

"Also not good. We have searched high and low for her, nowhere to be found. Chief is sending all the troops out of the country to look for her. I advised him that was a horrible idea considering the fact she obviously likes to get revenge."

At that moment all the lights go out. It's pitch black and I cannot see a thing. I stand up. The visitors and inmates are freaking out and the guards are trying to calm everyone down.

"Abbie?" Megan tries to be heard over the chaos.

"Yeah I'm right here." I feel my way around the table.

All the sudden I feel a cold, hard circle placed against my neck. A gun.

"Don't talk. Just move."