Connie had been in prison for two long and tiring days now. She'd had plenty of time to reflect on her life, her choices and her work. She'd gone over and over her choice to let her daughter move to America with her father. Different scenarios circulated around her brain. Scenario one was that everything would have been fine if she'd have just said no. There would have been no void in her heart no ache there and no tears that she'd shed after her daughter had left. Scenario two was that she'd said no. This scenario was that the pair ripped shreds out of each other and her daughter ending up hating her. Scenario three was that she'd said yes. Her daughter was happier than she had ever been before, she received the attention that she required and was enjoying spending time with her father. The final scenario was that she'd said yes. But rather than enjoying it over there, her daughter hated it, detested her father and missed her mother. All of those things were racing around in Connie's head, however she wished that her daughter was enjoying her time over there and the company with it. Although she missed Grace her daughter did deserve a lot more than what she could give her.
The footsteps heading towards her cell drew her from her thoughts. As the cell door opened she rose to her feet.
"Hello beautiful." said the guard on duty, he had a tray of food in his hands. Connie narrowed her eyes at him and gave a deathly stare. 'How dare he speak to her like that' she thought to herself "A kiss for the food?" he asked with a smirk as her edged towards her. Connie took a few steps back fear beginning to brew inside her. In this place she was defenceless a guards word against a prisoners word. "No?" He asked pretending to have a sad look on his face. All Connie could do was shake her head, she couldn't form any words and if she did it would have only come out as a whisper. She jumped slightly when the guard suddenly tipped the food on the tray onto the floor.
"Maybe next time eh unless you like eating off of shitty floors." He stated, again smirking at how scared she looked. He left the cell and slammed the cell door shut before locking it and going on his rounds. The guard wasn't bad looking in fact if she'd have met him outside of prison she would have thought he was extremely attractive. However, his personality scared her. He was slimey and crude and seemed to enjoy having the power he had over the prisoners. She moved back over to the hard bed that she had been sat on before the guard had come in. She sat down and pulled her knees to her chest. The food that had been tipped on the floor stared back at her. She was hungry but refused to give in to the guards cruel nature, she didn't want to come across as weak. She couldn't remember the last thing she ate it was that long ago. Connie's thoughts moved from hunger to apprehension of her upcoming trial. She'd find out today whether she'd have to spend another night in prison or whether she'd be able to go back to her own home where'd she be able to wash herself of this horrid place. Surely the jury and judge would be able to see that this was all a misunderstanding, that she was innocent and that she had been framed. Who had framed her? Was it someone she worked with? Was it someone she was close to? Who was capable and hated her that much that they'd do this? Her mind drew a blank. There were a few people in the ED that disliked her and that she wasn't fond of back but surely they wouldn't go this far as to punish her. Maybe the police were blind and the pills were in the office. Maybe she'd moved them but forgot she had. Connie rubbed her temples with her thumbs all of this thinking was giving her a headache. Oh how she hated this place and oh how she hated the person that had framed her. For putting her in this godforsaken place with the godforsaken people in it. This was no place for Connie Beauchamp.
