Red has taken us over... hearts_of_stone
Stockton Women's Correctional Facility.
Home sweet home.
Ever since my attempted robbery got botched and I got caught holding that bank up just so I could steal Tom's toy airplane from the safety deposit book it had ended up stashed in, this is where I'd been living. They nailed me on all charges, and I was sentenced to more time than I cared to think about considering I was already going crazy behind these bars. If and when they did let me out, Iowa had an outstanding order for extradition, and it'd be one prison to the next.
Except that those charges possibly carried a death sentence. At this point, I'd probably prefer that anyway, to being stuck inside this cinder block Hell.
"428154." A guard with a loud booming voice interrupted my thoughts as I sat in the common room, boredly watching the Jerry Springer show while the other inmates milled around, doing their own things. Everyone watched t.v. but no one really ever paid much attention to what was on it.
Glancing up, I raised an eyebrow inquisitively in his direction. 'The Hell did he want?
"We're moving you, Austen." He said in the same dull tone he used whether he was telling us it was time for breakfast or to break it up. "Get your stuff."
"Moving me?" I asked, standing up from the large ugly orange plastic chair I'd been sitting in. "Why?"
Officer Leeds motioned for me to follow him, and I did. I was nothing if not a model prisoner. The more time I could knock off this sentence, the less time I'd have to spend here. Plus, my lawyer said it would look really good for me when it came time for me to go on trial back in Iowa for killing Wayne and for my involvement in Tom's death. Realistically, I wasn't looking at ever getting out of here. But there were certain leniencies I could be afforded. Lesser security housing, more privileges, those kinds of things. Ways to make captivity a little less unbearable.
I walked to my cell, with him following me into it once we got there. He started explaining as I gathered my stuff.
"We got an inmate. Comin' up, fresh outta Solitary. Can't seem to keep her with any of the other inmates. Always fighting or startin' shit up. Thing is, she seriously hurts whoever's stupid enough to mess with her. Never seen nothin' like it." I paused, looking up at him with an uncertain look. What the Hell was all of this supposed to mean? They were clearing me out and putting me with someone else so they could give her her own cell?
"Anyway, Austen. Overcrowding being what it is, there's no way we can keep her to herself unless we keep her in the hole for the rest of her life sentence. Which we can't do without cause. Gotta keep letting her beat the shit out of someone each time so we can throw her back in."
I sighed, finally getting the point of where this all was going. "Let me guess, it's my turn to be bait?" I said, my few worldly possessions in hand.
"Aww, Hell, Austen." Officer Leeds replied. "It's not really that. More like, you're the best behaved one we got in here. Least likely to go startin' a fight with her to prove your place in the pecking order. Warden thinks you're about the only person she can bunk with without hurting." He explained as he led me to my new cell, which was in a more secure part of the prison than I'd been in before. "'Sides, most of us figure, you can kill your daddy, you can definitely handle your own with Lehane." Something about his tone made me think he wasn't so sure about that, but I didn't really care at this point.
"Is the warden going to take this into consideration when it comes to my next review?" I asked though it was more of a hint; a suggestion even.
"Reckon so." Leeds said, with a small shrug of his bulky shoulders as he unlocked the sliding cell door for me in my new home. "Good luck, Austen." He said, before walking away. I'd barely started to unpack my things when I looked up to see a girl with a pale face and dark eyes being led into my cell, still shackled.
"428154." Officer Ross said. "Meet 430019."
Home sweet home.
Ever since my attempted robbery got botched and I got caught holding that bank up just so I could steal Tom's toy airplane from the safety deposit book it had ended up stashed in, this is where I'd been living. They nailed me on all charges, and I was sentenced to more time than I cared to think about considering I was already going crazy behind these bars. If and when they did let me out, Iowa had an outstanding order for extradition, and it'd be one prison to the next.
Except that those charges possibly carried a death sentence. At this point, I'd probably prefer that anyway, to being stuck inside this cinder block Hell.
"428154." A guard with a loud booming voice interrupted my thoughts as I sat in the common room, boredly watching the Jerry Springer show while the other inmates milled around, doing their own things. Everyone watched t.v. but no one really ever paid much attention to what was on it.
Glancing up, I raised an eyebrow inquisitively in his direction. 'The Hell did he want?
"We're moving you, Austen." He said in the same dull tone he used whether he was telling us it was time for breakfast or to break it up. "Get your stuff."
"Moving me?" I asked, standing up from the large ugly orange plastic chair I'd been sitting in. "Why?"
Officer Leeds motioned for me to follow him, and I did. I was nothing if not a model prisoner. The more time I could knock off this sentence, the less time I'd have to spend here. Plus, my lawyer said it would look really good for me when it came time for me to go on trial back in Iowa for killing Wayne and for my involvement in Tom's death. Realistically, I wasn't looking at ever getting out of here. But there were certain leniencies I could be afforded. Lesser security housing, more privileges, those kinds of things. Ways to make captivity a little less unbearable.
I walked to my cell, with him following me into it once we got there. He started explaining as I gathered my stuff.
"We got an inmate. Comin' up, fresh outta Solitary. Can't seem to keep her with any of the other inmates. Always fighting or startin' shit up. Thing is, she seriously hurts whoever's stupid enough to mess with her. Never seen nothin' like it." I paused, looking up at him with an uncertain look. What the Hell was all of this supposed to mean? They were clearing me out and putting me with someone else so they could give her her own cell?
"Anyway, Austen. Overcrowding being what it is, there's no way we can keep her to herself unless we keep her in the hole for the rest of her life sentence. Which we can't do without cause. Gotta keep letting her beat the shit out of someone each time so we can throw her back in."
I sighed, finally getting the point of where this all was going. "Let me guess, it's my turn to be bait?" I said, my few worldly possessions in hand.
"Aww, Hell, Austen." Officer Leeds replied. "It's not really that. More like, you're the best behaved one we got in here. Least likely to go startin' a fight with her to prove your place in the pecking order. Warden thinks you're about the only person she can bunk with without hurting." He explained as he led me to my new cell, which was in a more secure part of the prison than I'd been in before. "'Sides, most of us figure, you can kill your daddy, you can definitely handle your own with Lehane." Something about his tone made me think he wasn't so sure about that, but I didn't really care at this point.
"Is the warden going to take this into consideration when it comes to my next review?" I asked though it was more of a hint; a suggestion even.
"Reckon so." Leeds said, with a small shrug of his bulky shoulders as he unlocked the sliding cell door for me in my new home. "Good luck, Austen." He said, before walking away. I'd barely started to unpack my things when I looked up to see a girl with a pale face and dark eyes being led into my cell, still shackled.
"428154." Officer Ross said. "Meet 430019."