So yeah I haven't wrote in a while but this story just came to me and I don't know if there is one like this, so yeah review, comment, whatever. If I continue with this story is totally on you guys. So enjoy =)
Most people ask me how I do it. How I can see people locked in a 6x6 cell, some a few months and others there whole live. I do it though, it's a rush. Not like on the streets, I patrolled for a few years but I never got the rush, the adrenaline that I fiend for. Here, in the prison you never know what is going to happen. Its dangerous, more dangerous than on the streets. That's my opinion though. I've been working here for 3 years now, and by here Is LA, I moved for the big apple to here.
Its worst in NY though, the women are ruthless, its not to bad here though. Its actually kind of like a break. Wait where are my manners, I'm Ashley Davies. And this is what I live for.
"Yo Davies its chow time for them imamates." I hear Aiden yell from the side office.
"I'll meet you there" I yell back to him. "So as I was saying.."
"I don't date co-workers" The sectary rolls here eyes.
"Well technically we aren't really.."
"No Ashley" She gets up walking to the other office.
"Turned down again huh" I can hear the amusment in his voice as he enters in the combination to the door letting us into the black A.
"You wana get shot today?" I walk past him.
"You wana get shot today" I hear him mimic me
"Fuck off Aiden"
"Oh in your dreams." He grabs a cart and starts pushing it down the roll.
I don't respond as we get to the first cell.
"Breakfeast" I push the tray through the door.
This continues for about an hour. Making our way through each block.. We finally make it to section C which is the highest level of security,
"Maybe something exciting will happen" Aiden claps like a girl.
"Just suite up." I smile at him hoping for the same. We put on our vests and helmets.
"Chow girls" Aiden screams as we eneter the section.
Everyone takes there food, nothing to bad happened. A few did throw It back at us aka why we wear the helmets and whatever else they decide to throw at us. We get to the finally cell and its always the same with her. No talking back to us, no yelling, its always the same with her. Today she is just wearing a muscle shirt and her hair is thrown up in a bun. "Carlin food" Aiden says in his tough guy voice and I can only roll my eyes at him.
She takes her food and smiles.
"Shes too innocent to be in here" I break the silence its been over an hour now since breakfeast.
'Innocent?" He laughs.
"Did I stutter?" I throw a smirk his way.
"Shes hot" I smile.
"Yeah she is" he smiles back.
"Too innocent to be in here though…"
"You think so? I'm pretty sure she wasn't innocent when she butchered up her parents and left them to die" He throws a smirk my way.
"Whatever"
"The hot chicks are always the crazy ones" He gets up leaving the office.