Ivy On The Wall | Prison Romance

C2 - V

II - Precaution My Ass

I V Y

She didn't realise she had fallen asleep until she was woken up. Her hair was fanned across her face, fluttering which each breath. It tickled her skin.  Could this all have been a dream?

The rattling of chains said otherwise as she was detached from the seat before her and made to stand up. Ivy still felt half-asleep as she was led off of the bus.

The sun blinded her before she had the chance to adjust. Her body felt weak, knowing full well her last meal was a long while ago.

It appeared that they were at the side of the building. The large concrete walls looked sturdy enough to hold the danger that lurked inside. Just over in the distance, above the boundary walls of the facility, were treetops, mountaintops and nothing else. No city skyline, just fresh air and the tweeting of birds as the evening set in. The ivies evergreen leaves and stalks had grown over the walls, clung to them, scampered to the ground where they pooled and settled against their home.

After being put in line with the other prisoners, she realised that she was, in fact, the only women here. Not even the guards were women.

Everyone looked built enough to do serious damage, the guards weren't exempt. But she was, even if she was lean, she doubted that she could take on anyone here.

Were her family hoping she'd be put down before they had to see her again? It was blindingly obvious that they didn't intend to visit her. Maybe her brother, but she was sceptical that he'd travel this long distance to see her. His drive to verbally put her down probably wasn't that strong.

Her skin crawled at all the luring stares, her senses sharpened at the attention. She felt like a cornered lioness at the will of a pack of full-grown lions.  Be ripped apart in defiance or taken advantage of in submission.

She was still in her black dress and knee-high combat boots. Perfect outfit to die in.

Ivy sure as hell wasn't going down easily.

Only her former self decided to stay away, her original attitude from when she had stayed with her family took over. Innocent, at the will of the world. Dependant on others. Her life was in the protection of the prison guards and officers.

It made her berate herself in her mind as she literally started to shake in her boots. Her legs didn't want to calm down as nerves and adrenaline made them quake. Queasy and frightful for what was held for her past these stone walls.

Some of the handcuffed men in the line peered at her and her shaking legs which she desperately tried to stop before they looked away to the front where they were led by the officers inside.

Luckily for Ivy, she had been placed at the back of the line. The thought of having her back to a prominent danger made her want to sink into a hole to escape. She had plenty of experience with troublesome situations due to her friends being involved in illegal matters, but none like being in prison. This was all new to her.

The completely unbelievable situation that she's been put through, surrounded by men who are known to do bad things, set on fire that was planned by her own father, sent here for a year because she simply didn't want to be associated with her own controlling family. She didn't want to be a cog in the system, she wanted to be the system - hold more importance than simply living to survive in a bigoted upper-class society where power was number one.

Once more she had delved into her thoughts, the line had since stopped, in the middle of a hallway. She crashed into the man in front of her. 

For emphasis, fully-grown, heavily built, at least a foot or two taller - man, put into prison for a crime probably more heinous than hers. He slowly turned to look at her. Ivy gulped.