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thirty-one: plea

EGYPT CUNNINGHAM

"Alright if I could get the next set, follow after me!" the correctional officer began to call out names, mine being one of the many. I rose from where I was seated and followed the line of families that headed over to a smaller waiting area. "Some of you will be having closed visits, while the others will be having open ones. I am going to say your name and point you in the direction you need to be going. Closed to my right, open to my left. Stay in order!" he cleared his throat and his eyes ran down the list.

As I listened to the names along with the individuals following his direction, I ran my sweaty palms down my jeans. It had been two weeks since I heard from Priya, we were back in LA and she was scheduled for her first court appearance tomorrow and I just wanted to make sure I saw her before that. Hearing the news, reading the articles left me with a bad taste in my mouth. One that made me question if or when I would be seeing her out on the streets again.

The whole situation was crazy to me, I couldn't begin to understand nor describe how I was feeling. All in all, I was more lost that I would've wanted to be. My mind was scattered, and confusion was an understatement during this given time. Never in a million years would I have pinned Priya to be what the media was portraying her as.

Unlike the outsiders though, I knew Priya and I knew this right here wasn't her. There was no way that I could sleep with the impression that she did any of this intentionally and even so, there had to be a reason. I knew she was hurt by Pierre cheating, but if she wanted to kill him... why now? what was the difference.

I wished deep down that I hadn't have called the police on my way back to the condo, but just thinking that maybe she was in danger left me with no other option. Walking into the apartment, with the security of the building was something I could never forget. That look of seeing her drop her gun and raise her hands, I just could never imagine.

"Cunningham!" I looked up to see the C.O. staring in my direction.

"My bad, that's me." I held my hand up.

"Closed visitation, right side." He pointed.

"Are you sure, I'm pretty sure I was supposed to have an open one?"

"With a potential murder?" he smirked, "Yeah right. Closed visitation, right side." He pointed out and instead of arguing I figured that it was better than nothing. Not to mention the fact that the rest of the families were getting annoyed that I was taking so long, being as they too wanted to see their families.

I walked over to the last seat and placed my clasps hands on the table before me. I of course, said a short little prayer before glancing up to see Priya being escorted out in chains on both her ankles and her wrists. I stood to my feet and waited for her to be assisted over to me. Once they placed her down, I sat as well and waited for them to release one of her hands so she could get the phone.

Once the CO had taken her position to the wall behind Priya and other inmates. My eyes roamed down to meet the deep, dark ones that stared at me ever so closely. I picked up the phone at the same time as hers, placing it against my ear. "Priya," I whispered.

"Don't give me that look," she smirked into the phone before flashing me one of her infamous smiles. "How have you been?"

"Me? how have you been?"

"I can't complain." She shrugged, "I'm just taking it one day at a time. Could be worse."

"Could be worse..." I said in agreeance, "Are you ready for your court appearance tomorrow."

"Somewhat," her eyes dropped, and she began to adjust herself in her seat. The guards behind her stood at attention the moment she moved. Priya rolled her eyes before returning them back to me. "I'm feeling pretty confident."