Panting heavily, Amanda darted away from the tall black gates. The monochrome tones of the entire building scared her, and she felt it was best for her well-being to try to get away. She was running as fast as she could; making sure to stop for no distraction.

Her feet were pounding on the black pavement hard, and it was sheer luck there were no cars on the road. Kerry was running close behind, and after her were a half dozen of unfit guard-cops wheezing as they went along. Must have been all the donuts…Amanda thought as she smirked to herself. She kept running along, she hadn't been caught yet.

Everything was happening so quickly. Seconds later, she found her self airborne.

"Nooo! SHIT!"

Amanda had tripped on a manhole cover and landed face first on the pavement. She tried to brace herself with her hands midair but she didn't have enough upper body strength. She couldn't hold herself up before she hit the ground. Wearily, she got up and put her hands to her face.

She could feel a long stream of blood starting from her upper lip and extending towards her chin. Amanda rubbed it off with the side of her hand, and looked down at it. Her blood was a dark red color and had a viscous sticky texture. With her fingertips, she went over the parts of her body that stung in pain.

Not only was the blood on the side of her hand, but it was dribbling off the bottom of her lip, scattered across her knees, elbows and lastly it was across the bridge of her nose. She had really scraped herself bad in a number of places.

Amanda licked the blood off her fingers in a feeble attempt to get rid of any evidence. She then looked backward to see Kerry. It didn't take long for Kerry to catch up with her.

After Amanda assessed the damages she saw Kerry approach her. Kerry came in contact with Amanda by grabbing her bloodied arm and yanking her away from the manhole. Kerry threw the folder she was carrying on the floor, right next to a small pool of Amanda's blood. Kerry pulled Amanda up to her line of sight, and narrowed her eyes to convey a point.

"We can play nice if you will cooperate. However if you pull another stunt like this, things may have to get rough around here."

Amanda's head sunk into her shoulders in disappointment. Ugh...That can't be good…Amanda had never thought fearfully of Kerry before, but the way she emphasized the word "rough" was scaring her. Kerry would not let go of her arm. Instead, Kerry reached inside a messenger bag she had been carrying and pulled out what looked like a red plastic lunchbox. When Kerry opened it, it was obvious that it had been a first aid kit.

Kerry treated Amanda's wounds with antibacterial cream and bandages until every cut was covered in some way. Amanda watched silent as Kerry cured her boo boos like a mother taking care of their small child. Once Kerry was done helping Amanda, she put her supplies back into the bag. Kerry held on tightly to Amanda's arm ensuring she wouldn't escape again. Finally the unfit cops caught up.

The cops made a tight circle around Amanda, and grabbed her by her limbs. The cops to her right grabbed her right arm, and the cops to the left grabbed her left arm. When Kerry released her grip on Amanda, she looked down to see that Kerry's nails had made an imprint in Amanda's skin. The men scoffed at Amanda for falling as they hoisted her up on top of their shoulders.

The men were significantly taller than Amanda, so her feet were dangling in the air. She kicked them forcefully, trying to make a racket. However, any sound, any movement, any gesture was immediately ignored.

She huffed in frustration, then whipped her head around quickly and saw Kerry following in their tracks. The papers she had before from the manila folder were now quite dirty, covered in Amanda's blood and black marks from the fresh pavement.

Kerry looked like a mess, with Amanda's blood strewn across the front of her blazer. As the men carried her past the black iron gates, Amanda's heart sank again. She kicked and screamed all the way to the front door.

As they approached the steps, Amanda saw something. Behind the 10 foot gates surrounding the grounds, she could hear the clanking sound of metal. Puzzled, Amanda yanked in the directions of the gates, trying to find out what was there. Her movement caught the men off guard as they were talking to Kerry, and they gave her a little leeway.

They gave her just enough wiggle room to see what was behind those black bars. Amanda saw several burly women lifting weights and smoking cigarettes behind the multiple gates. The women looked so tough and weathered; like they had been through the most stressful things you've ever heard of. As Amanda intently watched the inmates exercise with intimidation, Kerry was telling the guards how to handle Amanda.

"She's very small, but she can pack a large punch as you can see by that chase. You're going to have to restrain her until she reaches her cell, make sure she doesn't come in contact with Eric. He's in the third room in the offices straightening out some cases. For some reason she brings out the worst in Eric; things can get ugly. That is as much as I know about her. Good luck and thank you for your cooperation."

All of a sudden Amanda sensed movement. The men had opened the doors of the jail and were bringing her inside. She looked back to see the place she was leaving, and spotted Kerry walking away from the building.

"DON'T leave me here! You just can't do this to me!"

She screamed in anger as she tried to break away from her captors. Kerry turned around and looked on at the scene in despair. Kerry didn't really know how or why, but she believed that Amanda was actually innocent. Kerry then pondered why she would think in such a way about the obviously rebellious Amanda Young.

People always tell me I'm too lenient...that has got to be why I'm feeling this way...

Kerry stroked her bottom lip with her index finger as she found herself deep in thought on the matter. Kerry walked away from the jail. Kerry focused her attention towards getting to her car instead of the sad display of Amanda's struggle to cooperate with authority. Amanda's voice trailed off as the men took her deep inside the building.

They took her past the offices quickly where Amanda heard several people laughing about something. She recognized one of the laughs in that crowd; but she couldn't exactly pick out who it was. She tried to think of any possibilities.

Could that be Brian!? Maybe he's coming to take me away; to save me!

However Amanda's thoughts were far from correct as to who was actually there. Amanda reached her feet towards the ground, her arms above her shoulders attempting to stop the men. She was dragging her heels and creating resistance; so the men stopped to try to figure out what she was doing.

She had successfully got the men to stop in her tracks. As they were figuring out what to do with her, Amanda began investigation on who was in the room. Amanda squinted in an effort of making the figures inside the room clearer. After her eyes focused, she saw that one of the men inside the room had been Eric Matthews.

Before long; Eric looked up and met eyes with Amanda. As soon as their gaze met all hell broke loose.

Amanda's legs were flailing in the air, trying to get out of the cop's grip once more. She judged that Eric would come out of the room and hit her within only a few seconds, and her only hope was to get away. After a few attempts she realized the men were simply too strong; so she tried something else.

"Get me out of here! Quick, before he finds me!"

But that didn't work either. It took too long for the dumbfounded guards to dissect the sentence and figure out what Amanda was talking about. Soon after Amanda's rant; Eric walked out of the room and stood in its doorway. Matthews was staring at Amanda but did not utter a word. Amanda muttered something unintelligible under her breath. Matthews analyzed it and picked out the words he could decipher from it.

"Don't look at me...Ignore me...Ignore me…"

Ignore me…? Why would I pay attention to a stupid bitch like that! Matthews thought after he figured out what she was muttering. Smirking at Amanda's obvious fear of him; Matthews retreated back into the room. The smell of fear was enough to quench his thirst for power. The guards holding Amanda exchanged glances and continued on throughout the hallway.

"…GET ME OUT! Don't you see!? He's going to get a weapon!"

Neurotically, Amanda flung herself backwards. She truly thought that Matthews was going to bring out a weapon and start hitting, stabbing, or shooting her with it. The deep seated fear of Eric's beatings was far from over despite the fact it's been a long time since he touched her. It was comparable to the fear she had for her Dad when Amanda was still living in her parents house. Finally the guards put two and two together and started walking faster.

They finally remembered what Kerry had told them. Amanda was simply relieved that the guards were picking up speed. Eventually the hallway and the room with Matthews in it disappeared into the distance. Amanda could finally breathe. Soon they reached the actual cells of the jail house where women were held captive.

Next to a row of jail cells was a room enclosed by four walls and double doors with two small frosted windows on the top of them. One of the guards released Amanda from her cuffs and threw a set of orange clothes at her. The other unlocked the double doors and pushed Amanda inside. Once Amanda was inside, she could sense she was the only one there.

Sounds of dripping water could be heard from wall to wall wherever she went. There were several showers; benches within them. Amanda inched over to the first shower and put the set of clothes down on the iron bench level with her knees. She turned around in order to look for curtains but she found none. She hesitated confusedly as she surveyed what she found.

Instead of a curtain, there were a number of shower curtain rings with bits of tattered plastic curtain still sticking to them. Amanda stuck her head out and examined the rest of the showers in the row. All of them either had rings with bits of shower curtain or no rings at all. Amanda cautiously slid behind the tiled shower beam out of sight and began to change into the orange uniform. First, she picked up the shirt.

She turned it around and saw that it had the numbers "07453922" printed in black ink on the back. She tried it on and assessed the feeling of the shirt. It was baggy to say the least. The neck opening was gigantic, and the point of the "V" neck extended past her sternum. The sleeves went past her fingertips and most of her shoulders could be seen. It fit her exactly like Brian's dress shirt. Revealing in just the right places to be enticing; giving Amanda that sultry appearance Brian adored so much.

Amanda wiped away tears with her new shirt. She couldn't help but think of Brian after finding out how much that shirt had been like Brian's. But what possessed them to give her a shirt that is obviously too big for her? Amanda concluded that either they had given her the wrong size; or this was all they had left. She then put on the pants.

They were equally as baggy as the shirt. The waistband was terribly huge so the band rested just on the top of her hipbones. However the band completely fell off her butt revealing her thong she had put on days ago for Brian. Had she wore a shirt appropriate for her size and height those pants would have left her midsection bare. The legs of the pants completely covered her feet, useless fabric laid bunched up upon her ankles and on the tiled floor. She couldn't even see her toes.

After she was dressed, she picked up the clothes she was wearing beforehand and headed out the double doors, tripping on her pants as she walked. When she got out the door, the guards turned around to see if she had changed. For several moments they did not speak as they observed her. Then all of a sudden one guard spoke to the other.

"I think she needs an undershirt..."

Amanda blushed in reaction to their conversation. It was true, she'd need to cover up. The neckline was so deep on the shirt that you could see things that are normally supposed to be covered up by jail regulation clothing. The guards laughed at Amanda's baggy attire; and then put Amanda's cuffs back on.

"We're going to see if we can get you an undershirt and a good pair of underpants—or better yet a smaller size."

One of the guards told her where he was going to go to get the new clothing as he stifled a chuckle. Another took the clothes she was holding and cracked open an empty cell. Amanda reluctantly shuffled inside it, and the guard holding her clothes locked it with a rather old rusty key.

Mentally, Amanda took notes on the appearance of the key if she had needed it in the future. Moments after she was settled in the cell, she heard the door of the jail house lock. Amanda was alone yet again.