I sat next to my cellmate, Rachel, on the bench at the table. "Are you going to eat that?"

"No," I said. I pushed my tray away from me.

"You should eat. Breakfast is the best meal of the day here."

I forked some of the artificial eggs into my mouth and pushed them around. I couldn't make myself swallow. I sat there panicking feeling nauseaus. I grabbed the orange juice and gulped it down until the eggs went down to. "I'm full," I said. She pulled my tray over to her.

"So, I heard you last night."

"What was I doing?"

"You were mumbling in your sleep. Every new celly takes about a night to get used to. Don't worry about it."

"Um, what was I saying?"

"I definitely heard a few no's in there. It's not a big deal."

"OK," I said. There was a bell somewhere, and we were all ordered up and into lines. We went back to our cells. I lay on my bed resting my head on my hands.

I'd had another nightmare last night but I never knew I talked in my sleep. When I wasn't sleeping I was worrying about Beth. She'd threatened to tell my secret that I had entrusted her with because I knew hers and that she wouldn't tell anyone. But then she told her own, and promised me that she wouldn't tell mine unless I told her it was OK.

"Um, are you Detective Benson?" I looked at a girl as tall as me, with curly brown hair that was shoulder length, and she was a little on the heavier side.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"My name's Elizabeth Lowell. I'm a friend of Aimee Johnston's. I need to tell you something about her."

"OK, let's go somewhere a little more private." I led her into a conference room. "Can I get you some water or anything?"

"No, I'm OK." I sat down across from her. She looked nervous. "She's going to kill me," she laughed. "Not literally, but she'll probably never talk to me again."

"Why?"

"Because I promised her something."

"What?"

"She told me something and I swore I wouldn't tell. She only told me because I trusted her," she wasn't stopping and I didn't interrupt. "When I was 9 my step father started molesting me and it went on for a long time. I told her about it when she moved here in 8th grade. She kept her promise and never told a soul that she knew, even after he had been arrested for beating the shit out of my mom, and I told the police about what had been going on. After that, I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone her secret, but she shouldn't be in jail. I know she didn't mean to kill him, and well if she did he fucking deserved it." she finally stopped. "Can I have that water?"

"Of course," I scooted back. "I'll be right back," I went out into the squad room and got a plastic cup.

"How's it going?"

I recognized Elliot's voice. "I don't know. She's nervous so she's rambling. We're getting there though. She wanted some water," I held up the water filled cup and walked back to the room. "Here."

"Thank you," she said taking a few sips.

"So, what was the secret she told you?"

"She didn't really tell me much. Just like basic information."

"About?"

She took a breath and let it out. "Her brother Brian is disgusting. She told me one night that he made her two little brothers suck each other's umm.. ya know," she looked sick. "And that he watches her go to the bathroom, and shower," she was talking even faster. "And that sometimes he makes her do things, and he gets in bed with her," she covered her face.

I cleared my throat, "when was the last thing she told you about?"

"She hasn't said anything in a couple years. Ever since my ex-stepdad was arrested, she stopped confiding in me and that was our sophomore year. We're seniors now," she added.

"Do you remember what she told you?"

"She was afraid she was pregnant, because she'd missed her period and she said that he'd um," she blushed looking down at the table.

"What did he do?"

"He um..." she took a deep breath, "video taped him um... from behind... in her.. butt," she didn't look at me.

"Can I have a phone call?" I asked the guard going by.

"Let me check," I stood there waiting.

"Who are you calling?" Rachel asked.

"A friend." He came back.

"C'mon," I was taken to a little booth with a pay phone. I dialed Beth's number, which I knew by heart.

"Hello?"

"Beth? This is Aimee."

"Aimee! Oh, I um.. Wow you found out fast. I talked to this really nice detective lady."

I felt my blood freeze, "you what?"

"I told. I told them everything."

"You fucking bitch!" I yelled. "I trusted you. I told you not to!"

"I was just trying to help."

"I didn't want it."

"Well, you shouldn't be in jail, and if you weren't going to help yourself I was going to help you."

"Fuck you!" I slammed the phone down, and went back to my cell.