-1South of Nowhere - Love behind bars
This is about Spencer Carlin whom is framed and is sent to prison where she meets Ashley Davies.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters although I would like to own Gabby but what can you do.
Chapter 1
I sat there waiting on what was to be decided of my future.
"Jury what is the verdict on case 4095 Spencer Carlin vs. Paula Carlin." A short woman with brown hair stood up with piece of paper in her hand. "We the jury find Spencer Carlin guilty for the 1st degree murder of Arthur Carlin." I stand up.
"No, that's not true. Why would I kill my dad? I loved him." I yelled. "It was her." I say pointing to my stepmother. "That bitch framed me."
"Now you sit down right now Ms. Carlin!" The judge yelled. I hastily sat back down. Looking over at Paula I saw a slight smile on her face. The judge cleared his throat.
"Spencer is sentenced to 6 years in prison without parole." He banged the gavel, "Next case." The police started walking toward me.
"No!" I shouted. "I didn't do it. I was framed." Tears start forming in her eyes. "I didn't do it!" I screamed once more. The police grabbed my arms and put the cuffs on my wrist. I took one last look at my stepmother then put my head down as I was being led to the prison. I silently vowed Paula would get what's coming to her.
The car stopped and I looked out the window at the building. It looked like a huge castle. It was dark and gray with barb wire all around it. I could have sworn I saw lightning and heard some sinister music in the background. The police opened the door.
"Look around Carlin. It's gonna be a long time before you see the outside of these gates again."
I rolled my eyes."Just take me in there already." I say.
The police officer laughed. "As you wish." I stepped inside the building and looked around. It was even dinkier then the outside. It smelled of cleaning sprays and shit. I went through about five different security guards before we turned down the hallway and went into this little brown door.
"Spencer Carlin is here for her photographs." The little man scurried to his camera. "Ok Carlin don't do anything stupid", he said as he slipped off the cuffs.
"Ok missy I need u to hold this card and go stand right over there." I grabbed the card and stood in front of the lines. "Could you face me please and put the card right under your chin?" He asked. "Now turn to the side and hold the card up right by your ear. Thank you that is all."
The officer walked up to me. "Now let's get you some jailbait clothes so you can look just like your fellow inmates." I let him slip the cuffs on me and we walked farther down the hall to another brown door. He took me in and released me of my cuffs.
"Now don't think I do this for everyone that comes in. I am a great judge of character and you don't seem like the type to murder someone, especially her own father. But hey what do I know."
I just stared at him a smiled a little. At least someone believes me I thought.
"Hey Charlie, we need some clothes."
"Got it right here Aiden. Carlin comma Spencer." Adien handed me my clothes and pointed to a small bathroom in the corner of the room. I quickly changed into my clothes almost breaking down with all the emotions I have been holding inside. I step out of the room and hold out my arms so Adien can cuff me again. We walk out and finally reach the last door which happens to be metal. He pulled out his card and put it end the slot. The door opened slowly. What I saw was nothing I ever expected. Looking down the corridor and saw that there were ten cells on each side. Each cell had a toilet, sink and I bunk bed. Girls left and right were hootin and hollerin.
"Hey sexy girl, want to be in my cell?"
"Look here blondie I could fuck you senseless."
"I'd rape you if I wasn't in here."
I was getting scared. I tried to stay close to the middle of the walkway.
"Alright Carlin your cell is right here." Aiden pointed.
I looked in and there was no one in there. Thank God.
"Don't worry your cell mate will be here shortly. She's being transferred from the Women's Correctional Facility in L.A."
"What!" I yelped. "Isn't that the worse one?"
He smiled "Yes it is."
"You're gonna leave me in here with some psycho killer?" I asked.
He chuckled. "No more then you are."
"I thought u believed I didn't do it?"
"Like I said, what do I know? "Then he walked away.
I am sitting here on the bunk feeling so alone. I want to scream and shout but I know I can't. I know I can't let them see how weak I really am. So I lay there on the bottom bunk crying, keeping my whimpers low and unheard. I cry for minutes, hours, just waiting for this bad dream to end.
