Chapter 18: Orange is Not the New Black.

Nessie's POV

I had never felt so scared in my life. As soon as we arrived at the prison we were forced to remove our clothes and put on some hideous orange jumpsuit. For a brief second I imagined how Alice would react if she saw me. I would have laughed if my situation hadn't been so serious. One thing was for sure. No matter what that show said orange is definitely not the new black.

The police marched Vanessa and I down a hallway with cells that housed several inmates. We were lead to the very last, and only empty cell. The officers removed the handcuffs before slamming the cell doors shut behind us. I paced the floor as the reality of the situation settled in.

I was in a prison cell. How did I go from shopping to sitting in a prison cell in less than 24 hours? I should have never left their side. I never should have gone into that Walmart looking for pregnancy tests. I should've just gone straight to Carlisle and had him confirm my pregnancy and maybe even shed some light on why I was already so pregnant. If I would have stayed with Bella, Alice, and Rosalie I would not be in the mess I was in right now. I wondered if they were even looking for me? I wouldn't blame them if they decided they had enough of my shenanigans and decided to forget about me completely. As long as they took care of my children.

"Nessie relax. Having a panic attack isn't going to solve anything,"

"But Vanessa how can I not worry? We are in prison for goodness sakes. What if we never get out of here? We don't even have lawyers!"

"Then the court will provide one. They literally say it when they're reading you your miranda rights," she tried to sound hopeful but she failed miserably. Her situation was a little more dire that my own though.

The baby suddenly kicked so hard that I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming out loud. I lifted up my shirt and was surprised to see a bruise forming where I had been kicked.

"Are you okay Nessie?" I quickly pulled my shirt down so Vanessa would not see the large bruise on my stomach.

"Yeah I'm fine," I answered her. "Just in shock by everything that's happening. That's all,"

"This is a better place then where I lived before,"

I winced at the memory of everything she had told me before. I hoped her mom and her little brother would be okay. I hoped the Cullens were doing okay without me. I missed them. They had become like the family I never had.

When I woke up the next morning I felt disoriented. It took me a few minutes to remember that I was now a prison inmate. A wave of intense nausea hit me like a bulldozer. I shot out of the bed and barely made it to the toilet and started vomiting. Thankfully Vanessa and all the other inmates in the other cells were still fast asleep. There was zero privacy here when it came to using the toilet. At least we were an all women prison.

Once I was sure I was done I flushed the toilet and went to rinse out my mouth. I felt weak as I walked back to bed. My legs wobbled and I just felt tired. Perhaps a few more hours of sleep would do me some good. I had just shut my eyes when a guard came around making a lot of noise. Hollering that it was time for us to wake up.

Great. Just great. We were all let out to go to the cafeteria for breakfast. The food was no fine dining but at least it meant that we got to leave our cells for a little while. We got to talk to some of the other girls. It was interesting and sad to hear some of their stories. Soom after breakfast we were all forced to go back to our cells.

A few hours a lawyer came by to discuss my case with me. I almost had a heart attack when I first saw the guy. He looked a lot like Edward. At first I thought it was him until I saw that he had green colored eyes instead of gold.

"Hi my name is Edward Masen V. It's nice to meet you. Um Renesmee right? Hope I'm pronouncing that right,"

"Edward Masen the fifth? Wow that's a lot of Edwards,"

He smiled at me warmly. "It was a tradition that started with my great grandfather Edward Masen Jr. Sadly he succumbed to the Spanish Flu in 1918 a few months after marrying my great grandmother. They were young. Only 17 years old. But enough about me. We are here to talk about you,"

"You seem kind of young. How long have you been doing this?" I asked, feeling slightly worried.

"I just recently passed the bar exam. I'll be honest you're the first case I have ever been assigned to. But I know what I'm doing. I come from a family of lawyers,"

I was pretty sure that my staring was starting to freak him out. But I just couldn't help myself. He looked so much like Edward Cullen that it kind of freaked me out. Or maybe prison was just making me crazy and I had only been here for one day.

Once our meeting was over it was dinner time. Then after dinner we were allowed out into the prison yard. Vanessa wanted to play basketball with me but I just didn't have the energy.

That next day we were assigned jobs to do. I was put in charge of laundry. So my routine was breakfast, work, lunch, back to cell, dinner, prison yard 'free time' as I started calling it, shower, and bed. In that order. I hated it. I could not imagine spending the next 40 years or whatever in here without going completely insane.

Each day my stomach grew larger and I felt weaker and weaker. My belly was so big that people were starting to notice. Even the prison guards noticed that something was not quite right with my growing stomach. I hid the bruises along my stomach well though. What I couldn't hide was the fact that I couldn't hold food down anymore. Besides my pregnant belly I was getting noticeably skinnier. The guards were even talking about the possibility of taking me to the prison doctor soon.

I was out in the prison yard sitting by the chain link fence one evening when I heard a strange noise. I looked back thinking it was Vanessa or one of the other girls but there was no one. Then I heard a rustling sound coming from the forest. Then suddenly this huge wolf appeared out of nowhere.

The wolf froze when he saw me. His eyes grew wide in surprise. He was a magnificent animal. Probably the size of a horse. With beautiful reddish brown fur. He pressed his face against the side of the fence and I reached through to touch him. Stupid as that might be.

I screamed when the baby kicked again. Damn that hurt! I didn't remember my previous pregnancies being this painful! The wolf looked at me with worry in his eyes. He nudged my belly with his nose. I lifted my shirt a little to reveal my badly bruised stomach. It was several shades of black and blue.

Just then I heard the siren blaring. Meaning that it was time to return to our cells. "I'm sorry I have to go," I muttered to the wolf. But when I looked back he was gone.

What was I thinking? A wolf the size of a horse? I'd probably imagined the whole thing. Prison was definitely making me lose my mind and I'd only been here a week at least.

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