Chapter 2

• Like a criminal, Althea was pushed into her jail cell. This was reality, slapping her right at across the face!.
• Just a month ago, she was living her best life not untill she took the fall for somebody she loves.
• Now, this is where she is, locked in the four walls of this prison cell.
• She knew what awaits her, the torture of being in jail and a criminal.. But how is she going to survive this?
• She shut her eyes tightly, grabbing the rails of the prison door, tears escaping from her eyes.
• She has been reduced to nothing but a murderer and a fraudster. She trusted him, he had promised her a light sentence, not the five years that was passed to her.
• What has Oscar done to her? Her mind was conflicted, can she still trust him? Will he still get her out of this hell hole called a cell?
• She thought within, wiping off the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks.
• "Hey you!!"
• Her eyes pulled open, hearing a croaked voice say from behind. She refused to turn around, knowing fully well that she's being referred to.
• "Hey, newbie!!" Said the voice again.
• Althea placed her head on the bars, still refusing to look back. She's so not ready to any prison dramas.
• Suddenly, her hair was yanked painfully and she gave a loud squeal.
• "Aren't you the one I am calling?" The inmate who had yanked get hair said, her hand still gripping Althea's hair tightly.
• Althea looked at the lady, her eyes flashed with anger as she gazed at her.
• She was a lady with a red disheveled hair that looks like it hasn't been washed in centuries.
• Taking a sneak peak around, she saw the other inmates who were also glaring daggers at her.
• They looked haggard with tattoos all over.
• "What do you want from me? Let go of my hair!" She said fiercely.
• She felt a kick on her leg which sent her straight to the ground.
• " I heard you murdered someone, tell me. how did you do it? Did you slit her throat open? Tell us about it!!"
• " It's none of your business!" She voiced out daringly.
• " Listen newbie, you can act tough for all I care, but listen to me.. Everyone right here is your superior, therefore you need to accord us some respect. Get that?.."
• " I won't, I won't show respect to criminals like you! "
• That earned everyone a share of laughter. The red haired lady, yanked her hair harder again and Althea winced.
• " Listen here newbie, as long as you are here, you're also a criminal. Do you think you're anyway better than us? snap back to reality, will you?!" She forcefully let go of Althea's hair
• " Let her enjoy her first night here! I believe by morning, she'd accept she's a murderer as well as a criminal " Another inmate said and the others laughed.
• The red haired lady snorted and returned back to her space.
• Althea picked herself up and curled herself up at a corner. She looked around, taking in everything.
• The inmates were busy chatting and talking amongst themselves, more like, they're used to being prisoners.
• But hers is different, she's not supposed to be here, she's not a criminal..! She doesn't belong here!
• She pull her legs up and bowed her head, crying.
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• Morning came by in a rush and Althea had no idea she had slept on the cold ground after crying non-stop.
• She gasped, jerking up when she felt cold water being splashed on her face.
• She pulled her heavy eyes open, her six inmates stood with smirks on their faces.
• "Get up newbie.. Do you think you still have those luxurious freedom?"
• Althea refused to say a word or give in to their bully however pissed they were making her.
• She turned and laid down again, facing the wall. She could hear them mutter within themselves but she paid no attention.
• "You asshole!! Get the fúck up!" The red haired lady said annoyingly, kicking her roughly.
• Althea groaned loudly, clenching on her tommy while her eyes blazed with fury as she stared at the inmates.
• She couldn't understand why they're out to get her? Are all inmates this rude and immature?
• They threw their jars at her, without any care of where it landed.
• "Take those and do our chores. Hey! you need to hurry, do not slack off if you don't want to taste our wrath!"
• She turned, alongside the other inmates and was about to leave.
• "Don't you have hands and legs? why do I have to do your chores?" Althea asked, making them halt on their steps.
• The red haired lady turned, her lips creasing with a wicked snort.
• She walked up to Althea and crouched to her level. She grabbed Althea's cheeks fiercely, her finger nails piercing deep into it.
• "Do as you're told Newbie, else you will regret it!"
• She stood up and walked out with the rest of the inmates.
• Tears gathered in Althea's eyes, she rested her head against the wall, blinking out her tears.
• Just a day in prison and it already feels like hell hole. More like the inmates wants to completely make her life miserable else why would they turn her into a slave?
• How long does she have to be here enduring this? How long would she keep her hopes up waiting for Oscar to come get her out.
• As much as she wants to keep her faith in him firm, she just couldn't, it keeps diminishing with every passing second.
• She stood up, low grunts emitting from her lips. She grabbed the jars, her other hand on her tommy, suppressing the pain from the hard kick.
• She walked out, right outside the jail house, inhaling the breath of fresh hair she felt relieved.
• She began to pull water from the well as slowly as she could.
• "Althea Grace Miller!!"
• She turned when she heard her name, it was an officer, staring at her with a look of disgust.
• "Yes?" She responded.
• "Come with me, there's someone here to see you!"
• Althea frowned deeply. Who could that possibly be? She thought within.