Michaelishious - Vol. 2020

Dec. 22nd: Caged (pt. 1)

Author's note:

Remember, this is pure fiction. Therefore, only parts of the situation that will be presented here, are true. The rest is changed to fit the story.

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"Rory Treanor."

I watched the uniformed man check his list and slowly shake his head no. Luckily a colleague of his was nearby and came over to us, more to check me out than the list.

"She's the new nurse. Let her in."

"Psychiatric nurse, thank you," I mumbled, but the beep when they turned off the alarm and opened the huge, iron barred door, outsourced it. Probably for the best. After all, it was my first day at Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary, and all I wanted was to be accepted both by the inmates and the police guards who made sure everything was in order. But from what I'd heard, they had some difficulties handling a few of the most infamous criminals. The murderers. The ones who had killed their victims in the most gruesome ways, without any trace of regrets. Some of them even justified their actions by explaining how they only did what was necessary, and that they simply took responsibility to protect their own because nobody else did. But when the victim was a twelve year old girl who was hanging out with her friends, you could hardly categorize the victim as a potential threat.

This was exactly why I'd applied for this job. I loved psychiatry because it was so twisted and unpredictable. At least if you were dealing with psychosis, reality detachment and personality disorders, like I would within these four walls. I actually think this single jail in Kansas had as many psychiatric diagnoses as inmates, if not more. And some of them had to be pretty complex, I could tell that much. Safe to say, I was intrigued already before I set my foot on the parking lot outside.

"I'm chief security officer, Trenton Davis. Nice to meet you, Ms. Treanor."

A large, strong paw engulfed my hand in a firm shake, and I suddenly felt tiny compared to the extremely well built and muscular man in front of me.

"Please come, and I'll show you to your clinic," he said politely, before he got interrupted by the other, younger officer.

"Leave it to me, Trent. I..."

"...can go and sit down at your desk and finish your report," the older one boomed, and I cowered a bit from second hand embarrassment. Then I tried to stay serious when the young officer pouted like a big child. Even without the other officer's explanation, I knew perfectly well what kind of guy he was.

"Sorry about that," officer Davis murmured, while he showed the way down the corridor.
"He's hitting on everything with a somewhat feminine appearance."

"Cross dressers included?" I asked to lighten the mood, and I got the response I wanted. A deep, rolling chuckle.

"Actually, I think so. At least after a few drinks."

He was quite tall with short, black curls combed slick against his head, and his dark chocolate skin stood in perfect harmony with his khaki green and black uniform. And since he had a rather distinct hint of grey behind his ears and up his temples, I instantly categorized him as a member of the silver fox club. In the 'really hot ones' department, even. Oh, definitely. Still, he wasn't interesting for me for two reasons. He was a bit too old, and his ring told me he was married. But he was very kind nevertheless.