𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐄, -𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑝 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠

𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔫𝔤 iii.

Part 2 of my 'bathtub' (𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔫𝔤 i.) story! requested by marvelanddcfan05
i know George was in prison for twenty years, but this is definitely more of an AU, and we're going to say it was only about 6 months. (i know that's not much AT ALL for the misconduct he preformed, but oh well 😌)

BATHTUB PT. 2

Being in prison was the most miserable experience ever. It took a total toll on my body and I was completely drained. To be honest, I'm quite angry. I'm here because of George's expected immature criminality. He knew it wasn't right. Neither did I, but I was too in love to let him go because of some stupid business. He made me feel some type of way, and I can't explain how. And no it wasn't because of the money. God, I did miss him though. I missed my love. I never knew when my release day was going to be. I was sentenced to five plus months, but I lost count of days and just didn't care. I have no idea how long George was going to be imprisoned...probably longer.

I lay on my terribly uncomfortable cot bed, facing the ceiling. I rub my stomach lightly.

Did I mention I was pregnant?

Yeah, I found I was pregnant three weeks after I got thrown in jail. Perfect timing, huh? George was the father and I doubt the officers and staff had the heart to to tell my George, even though I told them I wanted them to. I want this baby to have a father in their life, I can't go without him. I'd rather be at home with my husband and live a normal life with this baby of ours. Life is unknown now. George's in another all mens prison. I really hope he's okay.

My back aches so I begin to roll over on my side, when the metal door of my cell squeaks open. Four officers stand guarded of the door.

     "Mrs. Jung, your sentence is over. Please step towards the door. Walk backwards."

I sit up quickly. I let out a long relieving sigh, and give a small smile. I scoot off the bed and hop down. I turn around and walk backwards towards the cops. They grab my hands and slap cuffs around my wrists.

My wrists were in so much pain. Handcuffs were constantly around them, and I got dragged around by ruff aggressive guards for five months.

I can't believe I was getting released. I was almost too exhausted to react excited enough. I honestly didn't know where I was gonna go without George, or what I was going to do.

The officers lead me out of the cell halls into a reception room. The officers ruffly take the cuffs off my hands and shove me into an old red padded chair. It felt so good to sit on something more than a four inch thick foam mattress. I slouch in the chair and I place my hand on my stomach and rub it lightly.

     "Okay ma'am. He's your belongings." They throw a plastic bag of the wobbly table next to me. It consisted of only my towel and wedding rings.