As I make my way back through the prison grounds towards my bunk my mind races with so many unanswered questions. Who was that woman? How does she know all about me? Do I know her? Why does she want to help? Why now? Why after twelve years of rotting in this hellhole? What did she say her name was again? Britney Spears? No, no that's not it. Brittany S. Pi…

/

SLAM! A shot of pain shoots up my right arm and into my shoulder as my body makes contact with the brick wall. I try to supress my pain and internally groan as I stop myself from falling to the floor. Slowly and grabbing my shoulder as I do so, I turn to see who the fuck sent me flying across the corridor. Before I have time to react two hands make contact with my chest and send me back into the wall, this time the back of my head taking the majority of the impact. "Who'd you get a visit from? Was it your mommy?" The voices mocks me. "Did mommy finally visit your skinny little ass after all these years?" I ball my fist at the mention of my mother. I've learnt to keep my emotions in check in here, but any mention of my family, especially my mother, and the red mist comes over me and Snixx comes out to play.

"Oh, fuck off Zizes" I growl back, ignoring the thumping pain in my skull, pushing her back, not that it moves her.

'You wanna go Lopez" she pushes me back against the wall for a third time.

"Oh, I'll go…" I say, ducking the fist that comes flying my way. I see Zizes' fist make contact with the brick wall behind me at full force and I'm just glad I managed to move my head out of the way. She grimaces in pain as she pulls her fist back and I sense my opportunity to strike. I pull back my left arm and throw a punch straight at her jaw. My hand connects and she stumbles back. Knowing I have a small window of opportunity to gain an advantage, I walk towards her, pulling back my fist for a follow up shot when I am tackled to the ground. My head hits the ground and the thumping pain returns. Before I can work out who tackled me, I am back on my feet and being marched down the corridor, my hands in cuffs.

"You're off to seg Lopez" I hear CO Westbrook say from behind me as she guides me down the corridor.

"Me! I didn't fucking do anything!" I say still raging. I turn my head and see Zizes surrounded by her gang and a couple of CO's. "This is not over Zizes" I shout before I'm out of earshot.

"Yes. It. Is" CO Westbrook replies, tightening the cuffs around my wrists as she does.

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"This is CO's Westbrook and Anderson here with Inmate 120187" she says into the intercom. There's a buzz and the door to the segregation wing unlocks. The latter pushes the door open. "I've got it from here" CO Westbrook says to him. I glance at CO Anderson out of the corner of my eye, hoping he won't leave just yet. You see I have a good rapport with CO Anderson, and I know that I'll be given fairer treatment if here's here, but the same cannot be said for CO Westbrook. He nods and turns on his heels to returns to the main prison. Fuck, I bite down on my lip, knowing what's to come. "Move inmate" she says forcefully pushing me through the door once CO Anderson can't see. "In" she barks at me as we reach an empty cell.

"But it's not set up. There's not even a pillow" I argue, knowing that I should be allowed at least a blanket for the night.

"Tough" she replies, pushing me through the doorway, making sure that I hit my right shoulder on the metal frame as I do so. I grimace in pain as the cold, hard steel makes contact. She slams the door shut. "Hands" I put my ands though the small opening in the door as she removes the cuffs. I turn to face her, the door the only thing in between us. The only thing separating her jaw from my fist.

"This is bullshit. She went for me first. It was self-defence" I don't know why I'm trying to plead my case, especially not with CO Westbrook. It was a colossal waste of time and energy. She ignores my plea and forcibly slides the opening shut and I'm left alone with my thoughts.

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In my last fit of rage, I kick the metal bed frame and immediately begin to regret my decision, before screaming out the rest of my anger. My rage quickly turns to tears as I slump into a corner of the cell, bringing my knees up to my chest. I'm emotionally spent after the day's events, and all though seg is far worse than gen pop at this moment in time, I'm actually glad I'm on my own. Glad that I can cry, and nobody can see or hear me. I can emotionally reset. Once I'm all out of tears, I look down to my wrists and rub the already bruised marks of where the cuffs had been applied deliberately too tight just hours before. These bruises are fresh, but I'm sure they'll quickly blend in with the other marks, scars and blemishes that live on my wrists, each one a souvenir from a pissed off CO or an angry inmate. My gaze then moves up from my wrists to my left hand. It's throbbing and my knuckles have swollen after my altercation with Zizes' jaw. Using the wall as leverage, I push myself up and make my way to the metal basin and start the run the tap. Water begins to slowly trickle out. I put my knuckles under the lukewarm water to try and stint the swelling. In an ideal world I'd have some ice and a bandage, but who am I kidding I can't even get a blanket in here. Once I take my hand out from under the water I sit on the edge of the bed and take off one of my boots and then my sock. Taking the sock, I wrap it around my knuckles and secure it as best as I can. I take a quick look at my handiwork, hmm not bad I think to myself all things considering, before kicking off my other boot and lying down on the hard bedframe.

Lying there alone, just me and my thoughts, I start to reply the day's events in my head. I then think back the first time I sat in a visitation booth almost twelve years ago...

A/N: Thank you so much for all your reviews on the previous chapter! I hope you guys liked this one just as much...