Francesca's POV
I've been here for a few hours and lying on the top bunk trying to ignore all of the comments still coming at me and getting away from my weird neighbour.
"Yard time ladies, line up" a guard announced as the bars opened on all the cells.
Here we go.
All of the men gathered around my cell as they tried to peep and get a look at me before the guards told them to line up then escorted outside into the yard.
The men soon came crowding around me making me nervous.
"Come on now boys, let me talk to the woman" I heard the southern accent again.
Fuck sake.
The men started to disperse and the same guy I was speaking to earlier appeared. Only this time I managed to get a good look at him. He was a short man, quite skinny but still managed to look threatening. Next to him was a young boy, he had a blonde streak in his hair, a scared and innocent look in his eye that seemed to be disguised as an evil one. The young man clung to the older man's pocket that was out turned.
"So darling you gonna take the key to safety?" The older man spoke, turning his other pocket inside out.
"Seems you already have a bitch erm?" I stated looking for a name to match his faces
"Theodore Bagwell, but everyone round here calls me T-Bag" he said smugly.
"You can be my bitch too if you want, last chance"
"No" I smiled sarcastically.
"That's a real shame, have fun trying to survive"
"You too" I scoffed
I was finally left alone in silence until I was called up into the infirmary.
...
I was walked by another guard who's tag read 'Geary' up into a blinding white room.
He left me uncuffed to look around.
"Hello Francesca, I'm Sara or Dr.Tancredi and I will be taking care of you throughout your time here in Fox River" a youngish women walked in smiling.
"Hi, seems like you already know me" I smiled back.
She seemed nice enough, and I guess having another female around would be nice.
"Well yes, I've read your file and I can see you struggle with anxiety and depression disorders and you are anaemic" she said, reading off a list on the clipboard in her hands.
"That I do, my anxiety and depression are controlled by meds but they're fine and my anaemia should be fine, I've never really had any major problems" I told her.
"Okay well you can come in here daily or weekly and I'll make sure your all okay, I also will make sure to take care of your sexual health as well, sounds stupid but being the only woman.." Sara drifted off, unsure of what to say next.
"Means I am at risk of rape and shit like that, I get it" I finished for her, smiling as she looked at me with sympathy.
"Oh and about your past with-" She started again, looking at the paperwork.
"Please don't, not here" I pleaded.
Sara nodded, not saying anything more and proceeded with my check up before telling me everything looked good and calling for Geary.
As we walked down the stairs I was passed on to Bellick who happened to be walking towards the yard.
He stopped near an entrance around the corner from the yard and told me to stay put or else he'd throw me in the SHU.
I watched him walk off and as soon as he turned the corner I was grabbed by the waist and a hand covered my mouth as I started to scream for help.
"Shut up lady, boss wants to meet you" the one man who sported a bald head told me.
They took me into what looked like a supply shed and were told to leave and guard the door.
"Who are you and what the fuck do you want with me?" I demanded.
I regretted my harshness as I was grabbed by the throat and hurled up against the wall by a man with greasy longish hair that touched his shoulders.
"Your name now" his accent rolling off his tongue.
"Francesca"
"And last"
"Fibonacci, your turn" I smirked, looking the man in the eye.
"John Abruzzi"
"Cute" I smirked, raising my fist and bringing it down on his face.
He turned and grabbed his jaw with one hand while holding on to me with the other.
Dang this guy is strong.
"Be careful darling I can make your life hell, especially if you don't tell me who your father is"
"Otto Fibonacci" I replied, not really caring for the name.
He let me go and grabbed a pair of pliers, turning towards me again.
"Well you're gonna pay on daddy's behalf"
he told me approaching with the shed tool.
"WAIT WAIT PLEASE" I said shuffling away from him
"what exactly did daddy dearest do"
"He's the reason I got caught, he testified against me and unless you tell me where he is then you'll be losing a limb" he stated getting closer and closer to me making sure I was stuck between the wall and his body.
"Oh Johnny boy why didn't you just say" I laughed patting his chest.
John looked down at me confused probably wondering why I wasn't on my knees crying and begging not to hurt me.
"Go on" he almost looked intrigued at what I was about to admit.
"Well I hate that man clearly as much as you do, he disowned me, years ago, deciding he didn't want the reminder of his dead wife in his life"
"Tell me where he is and I can offer you great things" John told me closing the gap between us so our noses were touching.
"Well I'll have to see what you offer first and then make my mind up considering without me you have no way to my lovely father" I smirked.
"I can offer you protection"
"So could that T-Bag and I'm not sucking dick so I'm protected" I scoffed, shoving him away.
"Well I have no favours that you need to do other than tell me where Fibonacci is"
"Good, see you soon Johnny Boy, oh and do tell your friends to be careful with me, I am fragile" I smiled innocently before walking out of the door and back to where I was told to wait.
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Behind Bars and Beyond
FanfictionUNDER EDITING! She's the first ever female to be introduced into an all male prison. They think she's weak but she may have a few tricks up her sleeve. She's robbed a bank and attempted to kill a poor innocent man. She may know some faces in prison...
