A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for taking the time to read this story, I hope that you'll enjoy it and maybe even leave a review? You have no idea how helpful they can be - they are great motivators. Anyway, as far-fetch as this idea is I'm still going to take a shot at it (I know that sending a woman to a male prison is impossible, but that'll be our little secret ).
There is also another thing I would like to say, for any old readers I've decided to rewrite this story. I felt like it was just a mess and I want to make it the greatest story for you lovely readers. I thank you old readers (and new) for all the support and love that you have given me. You are the best!
Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break or any of the characters that were created for this TV show, however I have created my own character whom I take full credit for.
It was raining.
The rhythmic, lullaby, pitter-patter of the rain mixed with the rumbling thunder went unnoticed by the six-person filled van. It was in the middle of the rain season and the week had been filled with off-and-on again rain so it wasn't a rare, magical occurrence.
I sat in silence, watching different drops travel along the window until it left my sight then I would find another drop and repeat the same process. The tedious activity was the only thing that kept my raging thoughts at bay, but it was slowly starting to lose its peacefulness.
I shifted my gaze from the droplets and instead focused my gaze on the metal chains that were wrapped around my ankles and wrists. The handcuffs were extremely tight and was causing the dark blue, coarse cloth beneath it to rub against my skin causing irritation and itchiness. The longer I stared at the restraints, the more confined I began to feel.
My heart began to pound heavily against my ribs as the sense of claustrophobia began to settle in. Frantically I tried to get rid of the painful itch and even tried to pull the handcuffs off, but the only thing I succeeded at was creating a jingling noise as the chains repeatedly smacked into each other.
I could feel the guard next to me move slightly before glaring at me with irritation.
"What the hell are you doing?" He barked out. His top lip curled upwards with annoyance and his hands gripped tightly at the shotgun that was laid across his lap.
I immediately stopped the scratching which ended the jingling. "It was itchy." I whispered as I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.
The guard - who was most likely in his late 30's- rolled his eyes and went back to chatting with the other guards that were seated across from us.
I watched silently as the three guards began to laugh at some lame joke one of them had told. Their attention wasn't focused on the poor, helpless woman that I was. I obviously posed no threat to them or anyone for that matter despite the crime I had been punished for.
Irritated with not only the obnoxious COs' but myself, I rested my head against the cool window and closed my eyes. I tried to forget about the constricting metal handcuffs that were wrapped tightly around my ankles and wrists. I tried to ignore the bumps and dips the road had which caused my head to bounce against the cool window. I tried to think of something happy - as pathetic as it seemed- but it was futile.
I could still feel the painfulness that was caused by the handcuffs, but realized how ridiculous I was being.
Here I was seated in a pasty white van with a total of five Correctional Officers, heading towards the most dangerous, surveillance prison there was in Chicago. There laid problems that I was unable to comprehend, the least of them was the tightness of my handcuffs.
My eyes began to burn from the build up of tears, but instead of curling up in the fetal position (like I wanted to) I instead bite my lip and went back to staring out the window.
After a few minutes the trees and neighborhoods began to blend together and we soon pulled to crossroads. Along the side of the road were two signs, one was pointed to the right and had white lettering saying Knoll Road and the other had the two words that I had begun to hate: Fox Rivers.
I stared at Knoll Road with longing, wishing that I could just step free of these cuffs and wander the homey street that was littered with cookie-cutter houses and gorgeous green trees. I so badly wanted to leave this forsaken van where the hatred and disgust that the CO's had for me was overwhelming, but no matter how much I wished and prayed there was no way of getting out.
With dread I watched helplessly as the dark-haired CO took the left turn, heading towards Fox Rivers Male State Penitentiary.
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The older man was standing in front of the large window that was behind his messy desk. His hands were clasped behind his back and he seemed to focus on the sunset. The beautiful pink hue was flooding into the room, creating a somewhat comforting energy.
It wasn't until the door had been closed when the man turned around. He stood quietly, waiting for the young CO to remove the handcuffs and the noisy chains that were attached.
His hands were still behind his back and he stood silently, his eyes were firmly set on mine. I grew uncomfortable under his gaze and instead focused my eyes on the white shoes that I wore.
Once the CO had left and it was only me and the older gentleman, he finally spoke.
"Take a seat, ." He gestured towards the leather chair that was placed in front of his desk and patiently waited for me to sit before he, too, took a seat.
Again another stifling silence settled in the small office. The man - who apparently was Henry Pope, according to the name plaque that was placed on the corner of his desk - flipped through a stack of pages, which most likely held all the dirty details about me.
I tried to force my muscles to loosen, but my body found it necessary to be on high alert for danger. Instead, I softly traced an old scar that was in the middle of my right palm with my thumb. The uneven scar tissue had been created by a piece of glass from a broken window and soon became an old, comforting habit. The feel of the familiar scar was enough to calm me down to where I could finally breathe normally.
After what seemed like an hour of sitting there with my thumb constantly tracing my palm, Mr. Pope closed the manilla folder and intertwined his fingers where they rested upon the folder. He cleared his throat once before he began.
"This is a very unusual..situation. One that I've never thought I would be in. I mean a woman in a male prison?" He shook his head and ran his thumb and pointy finger across his grey mustache, almost as though he was stroking a pet cat or dog. "It's unheard of."
I let out an airy laugh. "Yeah."
"But despite the absurdity there's nothing I can do to change it." He smiled softly, almost as though he was giving an apology.
"However, you will be able to have a few privileges in here. You'll have your own cell and shower times. The only thing that I am not able to do is give you a separate meal and yard time. I will also be requesting that you see Dr. Tancredi for an hour each day." He paused to write something on a yellow sticky note.
"She is our very own doctor and I think that it'll do you some good to have some time with another female in here. Not only that, but it'll mean less yard time for you which I think you won't mind." He raised an eyebrow in question but continuing when he realized that I wouldn't say anything.
All I could do was numbly sit there, waiting for the time to come where I would be locked in a cell for the next decade.
"I will have go over exactly what will be happening in these meetings, but you will need to be given a physical and psyche evaluation some time soon."
The psyche evaluation seemed a bit excessive but I kept quiet.
I watched as the Pope sat quietly, staring at his hands. Finally after a few minutes he stood up. "I wish there was more I could do." Again he trailed off.
I nodded and even smiled softly. It was strange to meet a man who wasn't cold-hearted and evil as the others that I had come to know.
"I understand." I whispered.
The Pope pursed his lips. It seemed as though he was thinking of something else to say but instead he cleared his throat and called a Correctional Officer in.
While the chains were replaced and the tightness of the handcuffs returned, I was handed a large tupperware full of what seemed to be sheets, toiletries, and an extra jumpsuit. I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the sheets, yellow and brown stains covered the material and I could see that the pillow that laid on top of the container was in the similar state.
"I know these aren't the best." The Pope chuckled as he caught the weary look I was giving the bedding. "But it's all that we have."
I nodded again and tried to give the kind man a smile, but I couldn't. The Pope stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes searching my face. For what? I had no idea.
"Officer Connor will take you to your cell now."
Pope patted my hand and waited for the officer to take me into the room where his secretary was before closing the door. The comforting atmosphere was gone along with the kindness that was given to me.
Officer Connor roughly pushed me forward, not caring if I fell or tripped.
"Get moving!" He barked and grabbed my arm before dragging me down the hallway.
I had to bite my lip from breaking out in tears. I desperately wanted to wake up and realize that everything was a bad dream. Everything would be normal and I would be back in my beaten up bed where I would be able to be with my family and hold my daughter.
But no matter how much I wished and prayed, I would never wake up from this nightmare. I was a criminal, a convict. And my new home was Fox Rivers.
The tugging and pushing of the officer suddenly stopped and brought me back from my darkened thoughts. The two of us stood in a long, tiled hallway. In front of us was a large metal door with white lettering across the top: General Pop.
As I stood there I could hear a dull roar come from behind the door, signaling that this was my destination. The noises of the men that I knew were behind this door was unnerving and seemed to vibrate my bones.
I could feel my stomach flip and I felt as though I would throw up. I was being placed with these murders, rapists... monsters.
With a shudder I realized that I was a monster.
My vision began to blur as I began to scream in my mind. My thoughts were being thrown around, the words 'monster' and 'animal' were now associated with me. I was a criminal, there was no denying that. But was I monster?
The white door was replaced with the color of dark blue, a CO uniform. Blinking my eyes, I looked up to see Officer Connor standing in front of me. The 6'0, blonde haired man towered over my 5'2 body and I suddenly felt as though I was a child. My eyebrows furrowed together as I tried to figure out what was wrong and gingerly took a step back but was stopped when a large hand grabbed my forearm.
I tried to tug free from his grip, but Officer Connor only laughed loudly. The ugly noise bounced off the walls and caused a cold chill to go over my body. With a tug, I was pulled closer to him. The container that I was gripping tightly smacked into his lower stomach but it didn't seem to faze the officer at all.
My eyes were wide with fear as I tried to pull free from the man, but it was no use.
"Let me go." I whimpered out. Officer Connor raised an eyebrow and barked out a harsh laugh. He ignored me and I watched helplessly as he trailed his finger along my arm. My heart hammered against my chest as I watch him caress the side of my breast before moving upward. His thumb and point finger gripped the tip of my chin forcing me to look into his eyes.
His bright blue eyes stared intently into mine where I knew he could see the fear and tears. My hands gripped the plastic container, the only thing that was between us, tightly. The young man - he must have been my age or younger- bent his head down until his nose was pressed against the side of my neck.
I shivered against the touch, the horror of what was happening causing my knees to shake. I clenched my eyes closed and prayed for a miracle. A few seconds later and I felt a warm, wet muscle slide across my neck leaving behind a trail of wet substance.
He had licked me.
I gagged loudly. How I wanted to scream with anger and cry with disgust, but instead I kept still. A single tear slid down my check which Officer Connor brushed away with his finger.
His mouth transformed into an evil grin and he took a step towards the door.
"The taste of a woman is.. delicious." He laughed loudly as he caught the look of horror that was displayed across my face. My heart was still beating against my chest and I could feel the strength slowly returning to my shaking legs, there was a distance between me and him and that was all that mattered.
Officer Connor gripped the door handle and gave me another look over before he chuckled again.
"They'll eat you alive." And with that he pushed the door open.
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A/N: Is that a cliffhanger?! (I don't know if it is lol) Please check for chapter 2 which should be up soon. Give me a week and I think I will be satisfied with it. (I know that I have said that many, many times before but I promise that I will work hard to get this done!) Please leave a review, I would love to hear what you guys think! Thank you for the reviews, reads, etc. I love you guys!