Disclaimer: The Twilight saga and all its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
A/N: This fic is rated M for a reason. It has a LOT of violence, language, adult themes and teenage sex. Please no underage. Also, some of the characters including Bella will be a little OOC.
Jasper/Bella/Caius
Ball and Chain
-Bella-
Charlie pulled into the parking lot of Salt Lake Juvenile Correctional Facility. We stepped out of his cruiser wordlessly, feeling the balmy night air waft around us in a gentle breeze. The chirping and gribbits of the crickets and frogs echoed throughout the area, the only sounds which could be heard.
"Ready?" asked Charlie while he opened up the trunk to get my luggage out.
I looked up at the large building which was to be my home for the next year or so and I was filled with dread. I didn't think much of it when the court ordered me to remain in state custody at juvenile hall, but now, here, standing only a few feet away from the entrance to this nest filled with delinquents, I was quickly realizing the actual gravity of my situation. Just deal with it Swan!
"Yes" I replied harshly at Charlie who only sighed as I grabbed my bags from him not bothering to wait for him to close the trunk as I stomped all the way to the front doors which hissed open for me.
I stepped inside of a small room with walls painted that horrible hospital green colour. A female warden stood beside a small conveyer belt. "Place your bags on the scanner" she asked gruffly.
"As if someone would be stupid enough to bring weapons to a prison" I mumbled angrily, watching her dark beady eyes narrow at me. I smiled at the tiny rise I got out of her, as petty as it was, but it made me feel good none the less.
Charlie stepped inside a minute later, wordlessly nodding at the warden before she picked up a black rod-like device. "Step forward so that I can scan you"
I stepped forward, spreading my arms and legs apart as she waved the scanner over me. Finding me clean, she wordlessly motioned for Charlie to step forward as well.
"Right, step inside. Mr Doyle can further assist you" spoke the warden in a monotonous tone as she completed her scanning of Charlie.
Charlie and I walked towards the reception area where a young woman with a short stylish haircut in a plum hue sat speaking to a seemingly middle aged man with short, neatly cut greying hair. The man turned towards us as he heard our footsteps, a disgusting overly cheerful smile plastered on his face.
"Ah, the Swans I take it?" asked the man as Charlie stepped forward and gave the man a handshake.
The man reminded me of one of those go-getter youth programme adults who act twenty years their junior. I didn't know this guy, but it sure looked like I wasn't going to like him if he kept up with this overeager and too positive attitude.
"That's right yes, and you are?" asked Charlie as they pulled their hands apart.
"I'm Dave Doyle, pleased to meet you Mr Swan" Doyle then turned towards me. "And you must be Isabella, you'll love it here, I assure you! And please I'm just Dave to you kiddo!"
Urgh, someone keep the vitamins and coffee away from this dude. "It's just Bella, and only my dad gets to call me kiddo" I mumbled while folding my arms against my chest. Yeah, that made me sound like a little brat, but how else was I supposed to get my frustrations out?
"Bells!" whisper-yelled Charlie as he lightly jabbed me in my ribs with his elbow.
I glared up at him before Doyle responded still grinning like the damn Cheshire cat. "Oh don't worry about it sir, by the time Bella leaves here she'll be the happiest and most polite kid on the block!"
Whatever.
A door to the left opened and in stepped a tall, chubby ginger haired woman wearing the same grey uniform as the warden in the scanning room did.
"Here's Regina, she'll be taking you to your room Bella. I'll give you a moment to say your goodbyes to your dad" Doyle then nodded at Charlie before entering a room behind the reception area.
"Well, I guess this is it for now Kiddo" spoke Charlie, looking rather dejected while he placed his hands on my shoulders.
I looked down, not knowing how to handle or cope with the overwhelming torrent of emotions I was experiencing. I would miss Charlie like hell, but I was too proud to say it. I was angry at myself for disappointing him with all that I've done and said in the past – the way I treated Sue and my step siblings Seth and Leah. But I was also angry at him for neglecting me when those three entered his life. I was furious at Renee for letting Phil…
"Bells?"
I shot my head up, thankful that Charlie spoke so that I could push those God-awful memories and thoughts to the very back of my mind.
"Yeah, I guess" I murmured, suddenly feeling lost and alone like a small child separating from their parents for the first time on their first day of kindergarten.
"Now, I don't want to hear of you getting into any fights or burning things down – and try to keep that smart mouth of yours at bay, okay Bells?" he smiled down at me softly while giving my shoulders a squeeze.
I gave him a small nod before he gave me the famous awkward Swan hug. "I'll be seeing you again before you know it. Take care kiddo" with that Charlie turned around and exited the building.
"This way Swan"
I picked up my gear and followed on after Regina. We passed through a long hallway painted in a seafoam colour, which was made to look even colder and less inviting thanks to the bright florescent lights. After a few more turns and passages we came to stop in another passage which was cordoned off with a cell door. A middle aged brunette warden sat behind it at a small table and chair filling out a few papers from what I could see. She looked up when she heard the jangle of Regina's keys fastened to her belt and smiled at the red head before looking me up and down.
"This the new one?"
"Sure is Val. And she's going to be as good as an angel, isn't she?" Regina asked me in a not so pleasant tone, almost daring me to say no.
I simply looked away, not wanting to start shit on my first night here, though all I wanted to do was introduce my fist to her pudgy face. She laughed with the other woman when I said nothing before pulling open the barred gate so we could continue on our way.
Eventually we walked into a large square shaped room. In front of me was a lounge area with various round tables and chairs here and there, some sofas and armchairs and four televisions. The room was four levels high with seven doors on the right, left and center of every level, including the bottom one we were standing on now.
I followed her up to the first level before making a right and stopping before the second door from the staircase. The door was made from a dark wood which was visible through the chipped beige paint and had a small square window situated in the upper half of it.
"This here's your room Swan. Lights out at 8:30pm, wakey wakey at 6:00am. Inside is your bed, a small desk, a closet for your clothes, a toilet and a small basin. Showers are before breakfast which is at 7:00am and after dinner at 6:30pm. You'll also find your schedule and programme lying on your bed. Right, get to it"
As I stepped inside the room Regina slammed the door shut and locked it. Great, this is like Alcatraz.
I dumped my bags on my bed and looked around. The room was small and stuffy. A single bed with some industrial-grey and orange bedding stood at the very back of the cell. Next to the bed on the left hand side against the wall stood the khaki metal closet. Opposite the closet against the right hand side wall was the bench-desk which looked well used if all the stickers and scissor scratched carvings were anything to go by. And lastly a small white porcelain basin and steel toilet stood in the left hand corner of the room alongside the door. All this was beautifully enhanced by the cold glow of the florescent light in the ceiling – how homely. Not.
With a frustrated sigh I pulled off my plain black tee, unhooked my bra, kicked off my sneakers and shrugged of my jeans before unzipping my duffel bag and pulling out a pair of soft grey sweats and a white tank top.
After changing into my sleepwear I flopped onto my bed before taking a look at my schedule.
"Let's see" I murmur to myself.
8:00am – Math with Mr Hudson. Fuck, so early in the damn morning.
9:00am – English with Miss Ives.
10:00am – Science with Mrs Porter.
11:00am – Biology with Mr Roberts.
12:00pm – Spanish with Mr Martinez.
1:00pm – Lunch.
2:00pm – World history with Miss Rothman.
2:30pm – Computer studies with Mr Vaughn.
3:00pm – Session with Dr Carpenter.
4:00pm – P.E. You have got to be kidding me – after all that they dump P.E on me, great.
I dumped my schedule on the floor next to me before slipping under the covers and folded my arms behind my head. Taking in and exhaling a deep breath I stared at the florescent light above me wondering what and who tomorrow would bring.