Together for Life

"Right." What is going on right now. I don't belong here. I cannot believe this is happening. I killed him. I killed him. I killed my husband and now I am being processed into a maximum security facility. For men. MEN! I wasn't made for jail but certainly not for a life with all MEN! Scary ones.

I don't understand. I blanked when the judge and my lawyers tried to explain to me why thi swas the route that was chosen for my sentence.

Max, my now dead husband, his family held a high position in the city of New York. We have lived there since we got married. I was 19.

His mother sent me here. Some prison in California, the worst prison she could find, according to my lawyer and best friend Meg.

Flashback

I served dinner on time.

I was dressed on time with my makeup and hair done. I even got my nails done.

By the time he got home from work the house was spotless.

He walked in the door, stumbling a little worse than usual. He was drunk. I sat across from him, just trying to make it through the evening.

Boom! He slammed his silverware down on the table.

"I thought we agreed on tenderloin tonight?"

"I went to seven different stores to find one of good quality, but wasn't fortunate. They were all too old for your liking." I smiled, trying to calm him. The last thing I needed was to be picking glass out of my face again.

"Huuh," he scoffed.

"Is everything okay with your ribeye?"

"No Octavia!" He bellowed. "It's too damn fatty and I am disgusted. Why can't you do anything right?"

"Would you prefer if I got you another one or made something else?"

"Yes get me another! What else do you expect me to eat? I have that meeting with the club tonight!" I forgot about his golf meeting. Thank goodness I could relax a little bit tonight.

I stood and started dishing him another piece of the ribeye.

As I carry him another plate, he stands. I set the plate down careful not to reveal my shaking. I do it as gracefully as I can, take the other and turn towards the kitchen, hoping to give him a minute to calm down. I take a step forward and he grabs a fistful of my hair.

"Did I dismiss you?" He screams.

Flashback ended.

I have tears in my eyes and I will them away. This is the last thing I need right now.

I take a step forward with my clothes now in my hands and follow the officer to what I presume will be my cell. It feels like forever before we stop on front of a gate that needs unlocked by the officer. We repeated this process a few more times and fianlly came to a long row of doors. This was it.

The officer started speaking now, "You don't have a celly since you're a woman. Be out for count at 20:00 hours, and then you're in for the night." He stoped and turned to me. "I am going to give you some advice little one." I finally looked up at him and saw he was an older man gray hair and tired eyes. "Keep your head and eyes down, don't ask too many questions and stay away from the creepy lookin ones. Chances are they are either child molesters or serial rapists. The is Ad Seg. The ones that come down here are either serious trouble or need protection. So far the only one needed protecting are the snitches and you."

"Let's keep moving. I will check in with you tomorrow. Warden wants us to keep an eye on you but not super obvious or the others might start to notice and you will be a target. Try to make some friends okay." Finally someone I might be able to trust.

We almost walked the entire block coming up to a door with a handsome man with lots of muscles and tattoos. "I thought you said I didn't have a cellmate," I rushed out a little worried from the look of him.

"You don't dear. Grayson just snagged you some good stuff from the inventory earlier. Open cell 113!" He screamed. It slowly rolled open. I suddenly clasped the clothes close to my chest and waited to see what "good stuff" I was getting. I didn't trust most men and certianly not him. He went to grab something underneath his bed and I watched the way the muscles moved and couldn't help but want to touch them.

Finally, he came back with a smirk on his face and must have noticed that I was checking him out. He did the same as he handed me a gigantic duvey and fluffy pillow.

"Inside the pillow are some fuzzy socks. My sister is thin like you and swore you would need them." Grayson finally spoke, his deep voice coming out in a whisper as if it was embarressing to be kind.

"Thank you. Next time you don't have to blame your kindness on your sister by the way. I find it more attractive if a man owns up to being nice." I smiled and he turned beat red. The officer yelled to have the door closed and as it did he watched me. I moved with the officer to the next cell.

"This one is yours kiddo." The yelled to have it opened and I walked in after the doooor slowly opened. The door then slowly rolled shut after I was all the way in.

I sat my clothes on the small shelf provided and sat the duvet and pillow on the bed. I reached inside the pillow and pulled out a settt of sheets and pair of clean and fresh fuzzy socks. I slipped them on my feet and then moved to make the bed. Once I finished I remvoed my clothes trying not to dirty them too quickly. I crawled under the covers and took a deep breath.

"It's okay and this will be okay." I whispered to myself.

"I hope you are dressed and didn't just take your clothes off like I think I heard because count is about to start."

Flashback

"Did I dismiss you?" He screamed

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"I'm so sick of your stupid apoligies." He threw me across the room. He marched over to me and kicked me multiple times until he got to tired to do it anymore and screamed, "Next time make what I tell you to make."

He sat back down at the table and huffed. I could only feel pain. It was so bad I couldn't even stand up I somehow crawled to the kitchen. Knowing I had to leave and he wouldn't let me, I grabbed a knife and ran up to the bedroom and locked the door.

"I have to get out of here." I thought.

Flashback Ended.

"You are okay." He whispered. I was shaking and someone was holding me up. I felt so weak. How was I still standing. I am so confused.

"Sailor? Can I stay with her for just a little bit. Make sure she is okay?" It was Grayson who spoke.

"Sure. Let me know when to open the cell up. Take care of it. I'll be down to check on you two in a little bit."

"Thanks." He whispered carrying me into the bedroom and sitting me on the bed. He was just wearing his DOC sweatpants showing his six pack and, no Octavia don't look. I looked down at the floor.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said kindly and then his face went stone cold serious. "I need to know what just happened out there."

I couldn't tell him that my husband beats me. I needed to be strong.