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Chapter 3

I lay down on the cold stony cot, looking up at the concrete ceiling. Almost everything is concrete in here. It's not very stylish. But style is the least of my worries.

I'm waiting for all the guy inmates to come back from the work out yard. God, they're gonna make me be buff! I wanna keep my ladies figure!

I shudder at the thought of having to share a room with a sweaty smelly big tough guy for a whole year!

Why can't they let me have my own cell!

The worst thought that I keep having is this: I'm the only girl, out of thousands of guys. Things are gonna get uncomfortable. Mostly for me.

I hear the keys to my cell rattling as they open it, and I look round from the uncomfortable cot to see who it is.

A guard st0ands there, no expression on his face, then I get the shock of my life.

To my horror, standing before me, with s stupid smug grin on his face, is Brick. Brick the RowdyRuff boy.

Well, he aint no boy anymore.

Hes a man, a fine man I might add. What am I saying erh, that's sick! Hes the villain! The bad guy! But wait, so am I now… Im a criminal, just like him and his damn brothers.

Brick steps up to me as his escort leaves us.

"So nice to see you Blossom." he grins.

"Ohmygod." Is all I can say.

"I know, I kinda take ya breath away don't I. I have that affect on women. And may I say, you definitely aint no girl no more." He says, raising his eye brows at me.

"No, you may not say." I answer, not taking my eyes off him.

He grins then hovers over to his cot, which is opposite mine.

"So, little miss goody goody has ended up in pris huh? What you do, save too many people?" he asks spitefully.

I decide not to answer, and just scoot back round n my cot and continue counting the cracks in the ceiling.

"I wouldn't recommend ignoring me." he said.

"Oh, wouldn't you?" I reply.

"No. Why you in here?"

"Its none of your business." I say. I refuse to talk to him. What dumb luck I got, getting a room with him.

"Jeez, work with me here toots. I'm trying to start up a conversation." he says, sitting up.

I roll over on my cot, showing that I'm not interested.

"Nice ass." He says.

I boil inside and turn back round to face him, glaring at him.

He grins cheekily. "Nice rack."

I growl.

"You look sexy when you're mad, you know that? In fact, you look sexy all the time."

"God!" I cry, sitting up.

"So, what did you do? How long you got in here?" he asks curiously and smugly.

"I, I killed a guy. I got mad, and I killed him. I got a year in here. A whole year with you!" I yell.

"You should count yourself lucky. I know a lot of girls who would be gagging to spend a year in a close confined and no way of getting out cell with me. Wont it be fun…" he says as a he creeps closer to me.

his hand has skulked dangerously up my thigh and hes squeezing it.

I look at him, raised eyebrows, not amused.

I slap his hand away. "no, it wont be fun at all."

"So, you killed a guy! Cool! How'd you do it! Did he bleed! Was it everywhere!"

The way he was soo pleased about me ending a guys life sickened me. and made me feel 10 times worse.

"Er, he bled. I, I threw him against a wall." I stammer, trying to compose my body from shaking as I saw flashbacks in my mind.

Under my cot are all my supplies. They let me bring a few things. I got a tooth brush, towel, hair brush, two other outfits (two pairs of jeans, two vest tops,) the all stars on my feet (and the outfit I'm wearing: mini skirt and sleeveless top bad idea!), some hair bobbles, shampoos and conditioners, some make up (mascara and eyeliner) and some tampons and sanitary towels.

All my, erm, toiletries, are in a little make up bag with my make up and deodorant.

"What a change of pace. One minute you're Townsville's number one superhero. Next you're a criminal, no, you're a murderer!" brick says.

I look up from my bag of stuff.

"You can talk." I reply.

"No, I can't. I've never actually killed a guy. Gotten close, but never have. I'm in here for GTA." He says proudly.

"GTA? Your like what 15, and you wanted to steal cars?" I ask.

He nods.

I sigh. "I'm lower the a rowdyruff." I moan.

"Right you are toots, right you are."

I roll my eyes. "Ohmygod! A whole year with you!" I groan.

He zips over onto my cot.

"I think you are going to enjoy this Blossom. I really do!" he said, his face close to mine, holding my chin.

I scowl at him and pull away.

This is going to be one long year…

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