I sat in my cell thinking of Shane. My cellmate Christina walked in.
"Hey, you shot Shane McMahon." I ignored her. "I'm a fan of his, hurting him is hurting me." She slapped me. "I heard you're pregnant. Is it his bastard child?"
"No, it's his child it's not a bastard." she slapped me again.
"Huh, you'd best stay away from me. Else, I'll give you more than heartache." After that she gave me more hassle. I hate prison; I miss Shane much more. I still love him.