I sprinted out of the locker room and headed back towards Gen Pop. I didn't want Michael or Lincoln to catch me spying on them, especially after they had both been so nice to me. I just couldn't wrap my mind around it. I didn't bother me that Michael Scofield was covered in tattoos, but it bothered me that there were so many secrets surrounding the tattoos. Even though I knew my job in here was to get some dirt on Abruzzi, I figured that if I could uncover stuff on other inmates I might as well do that too.
I made my way back to Gen Pop, and walked towards my cell. The other inmates still snickered and pointed at the bandages and swelling on my face. I just glared at everyone that I passed until I reached my cell. Before I entered, I noticed that Michael had just reentered his cell too, and I stared at him for a moment. I wasn't able to watch for long, though, because Abruzzi reached through the bars and grabbed my ponytail pulling me up against the door.
"I told you we would finish this later Bella," Abruzzi whispered in my ear.
He drug me along the door until he was able to yank me into the cell. He held me up against his body my face just inches from his as he was still holding my ponytail upward.
"I was thinking my dear that you always wear your hair up and I have yet to see it down," he said.
I whimpered as Abruzzi ripped the band from my hair, yanking a few pieces out in the process, allowing my dark locks to fall around my face.
"Now that is beautiful, but I need to make sure that you won't go putting your hair up anymore."
I stared at Abruzzi with confusion, but he took his palm and thrust it upward, making contact with my nose. I squealed with pain moving backwards and collapsing onto my bunk. Abruzzi sprang into action and climbed on top of me. One of my hands was covering my nose, as I was crying and pleading with him. He pulled on my tank top, lifting me up off the bunk, and then supporting me with one of his hands. With his other hand he took his knife and started ripping out my hair. All I could do was lie their helpless waiting for my attack to be over.
After what seemed like hours Abruzzi released his hold on me and collapsed back onto the bed. He slid off my bunk taking the chunks of my hair along with him. My nose had finally stopped throbbing, and my fingers slowly slid through my hair. After the damage he had done, my hair just barely touched my shoulders and I knew I would not try to wear it up again. I pushed myself onto my side and the tears started streaming down my face.
What the hell did I get myself into, I thought to myself before drifting off to sleep.