A/N: Here is chapter 2! I just want to thank everyone who has reviewed, Favorited, or followed this story. I am thankful for you lovely readers! You are the best!

I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas and Happy New Years!

The large cell area was a chaotic storm of noise. I watched with shock and horror as the other inmates catcalled and screamed down at me. The realization that I was alone finally sunk in and I never felt more scared in my life. The intimidating men were like monkeys, jumping from corner to corner as they banged their chest in excitement. I was practically a lamb being fed to the wolves; their dark eyes were focused on me and they were practically drooling.

The disorganized block area that seemed to be shaking from the sounds of clanging metal and whooping laughter only lasted for a few seconds before a short, stout officer came from the office area that was behind me. His face was beet red with anger and his beady eyes flicked from cell to cell. His fast pace slowed until he was beside me, giving me the chance to see the warts that were on his neck.

The smell that came off him caused my stomach to twist with disgust and I felt as though I was going to puke. I bite my lip hard, trying to calm my stomach down when a loud, booming voice broke through the storm of jumbled shouting.

"Not one more word or I'll throw you pigs in the SHU!" Spit flew from the officer's mouth and some even trickled down his chin. His chest puffed out as he placed his hands on his waist, the lighting in the room glistened across his forehead showing droplets of sweat. His forehead held an abundance of wrinkles which made him appear as though he was furious, which he probably was.

Immediately the cell area was silent, leaving an annoying ringing sound in my ears. With a stiff nod, the man turned to face me.

"Now, who do we have here?" His voice sent shivers down my spine along with the sickening smirk that pulled at his thin lips. He folded his arms across his chest causing the badge that was displayed proudly across his chest to become more noticeable. I glanced at the metal object and wrinkled at the name that was on it.

Bellick.

The name suited him.

"Lilly Sanders. Apparently she killed her boyfriend or something." Officer Connors muttered as he handed over a clipboard that held my file. Bellick chuckled to himself, but didn't say anything as he looked over the sheet of paper.

I flicked my gaze from Connors to Bellick before I returned to staring at my hands, where I watched my thumb repeatedly trace over the scar. No matter how many times I touched the flesh it wasn't helping like it had earlier.

My lips were pursed with irritation. "I didn't kill him." I whispered out.

"Shut up." Officer Connors snapped, annoyance danced across his face as he looked down at me. Officer Bellick barked out a rough laugh as he traded the clipboard for me. I could feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of the jumpsuit I was wearing, the sweat making the cloth damp. His grip was tight and it felt like the skin was beginning to bruise.

"Open cell 41." Bellick's tone was stern and Officer Connors nodded his head and made his way towards the office area where the controls for the cells must have been.

Bellick began to whistle cheerfully as he dragged me up the stairs, each cell that I passed a pathetic nickname was thrown out. 'Princess' and 'Ginger' were the nicest ones that I heard but each time I heard them a pit in my stomach tighten with dread. All the while Bellick continued whistling, not seeming to notice the harassment that was being directed towards me, or at least he didn't seem to care.

Finally after what seemed like ages we finally made it to an empty cell. We stood there in the midst of testosterone, not a word being said, for the cell to open. Where I would rot for the next 10 years.

"So tell me, what did your sweetie-pie do to deserve a knife in the back?" Bellick asked as he leaned against the metal railing. He was examining his nails, acting at though we weren't in the most dangerous prison in Illinois. I bite my lip but remained silent.

"Hm, not much of a talker are you? That's fine, I like them quiet anyway." Bellick leaned towards me and laced his chubby fingers through my red mane. He tugged the chuck of hair towards his nose causing me to softly cry out in pain, but that went unnoticed by him. I clenched my eyes shut as I felt him take a deep breath before taking a step back while he barked out another loud laugh. My body was shaking and I tried to keep the tears at bay. The day was the worst but I knew that it was only going to get worse. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes but didn't say a word. Instead I focused on the cream colored wall that was beside me.

My gaze drifted from the surface and towards the cell that was placed besides mine. The sound of Bellciks mudane chatter seemed to disappear as I made eye contact with the bluest eyes that I had ever seen. My mouth went dry and I could feel my heart beat fast against my chest, only this time it wasn't because I was afraid.

He was leaning against the metal cell door, his heavily tattooed arms were hanging lazily through the gaps acting at though he had no care in the world. He was cool and collected. He was handsome.

The blue eyed man continued to stare at me, and I at him. My mind was suddenly consumed with this stranger who didn't feel like a stranger. He was...different.

My brain froze in its tracks and a cold chill went through my body as that though raced around my confused mind. Immediately I ignored the absurd thought. All men were the same; heartless monsters who only cared about themselves. Bellick was a perfect example of this, the disgusting man was still chatting away though whatever he was saying was going unnoticed by me. This stranger wasn't an exception, he wasn't different.

Men are all the same.

Even if they did have the most beautiful eyes.

...

It had been hours since Bellick had thrown me in the cell and left. Everyone was asleep except for me, the room finally peaceful and the catcalling had come to an end. The first day had come and gone, the pure agony of this prison was tearing me apart and I wanted to cry with anger at the thoughts of spending another 10 years in this same cell, with the same disgusting men.

I buried my face into the thin pillow that was given to me, trying to keep quiet as my body shook with pillow was damp by the time I was able to pull myself together and I was left even more empty. I had no more tears to cry and despite how exhausted my body was I knew that I wasn't getting any sleep. It was like any other night that I had before I had come to Fox Rivers, the nights were hardly ever spent sleeping and the nights that I had cried myself to sleep were usually ruined by the nightmares that lurked in the dark corners of my mind.

I roughly rubbed my face, trying to get rid of the bad memories and any sign that I had been crying. Frustrated, I stood and began to pace back and forth. The small cell was limiting and it only took a few steps before I reached the other side of the room. My mind was a jumble mess and I knew that in a few days I would become crazy. I could already feel it.

My hands were growing pale white from being squeezed and my breathing was ragged. I was about to lay back on the bunk when a soft voice broke the quiet atmosphere.

"The first night is always the worst."

My pacing came to a complete stop and I stood still waiting to hear that voice again. A few seconds of silence followed the voice and I slowly inched towards the metal bars to try to see who exactly spoke.

Peeking through the gaps I saw the familiar tattooed arms from before. They were hanging through the gaps and I watched as the man's hands clasped and unclasped.

I still hadn't spoken and didn't intend to, I was content with just watching his hands (as weird as it sounded).

"I remember the first night I was here, about went insane." The soft voice was accompanied by a low, rumble laugh. My knees grew weak and I had to ease myself to seat on the cold cement floor. I had heard many girls say how they loved their boyfriends laugh, something that I couldn't grasp. But this man's laugh was beautiful. It was a sound that I wanted to hear over and over again. I was beginning to fall in love with it even though I had just heard it once.

"I'm Michael, by the way."

Michael. It suited him.

I cleared my throat and for the first time in hours I finally spoke, "I'm Lilly, but people call me Sully. Or at least they use to." My voice trailed off.

Michael hummed softly to himself before he spoke again. "Sully. Cute."

I bite my lip as a large grin broke across my face and I could feel my face grow red.

"So, Sully. What brings you to Fox Rivers?" Michael again let out a soft laugh.

The grin vanished and my mind was instantly filled with the dark memories that I had wanted to forget. Images of him began to fly around and it was like a movie had begun to play. The incident was on repeat and I couldn't stop it.

"Sully?" Michael's husky voice broke through the whirlwind that was my mind and I was finally able to pull myself free.

I cleared my throat again and stared at my hands. "It's - it's a long story." I whispered.

"And I've got all the time in the world." Michael's voice also dropped down to a whisper.

"Maybe I'll tell you it someday."

Michael's laugh boomed through the area and immediately the inmates began to protest with anger. I chuckled softly to myself as I heard the insults thrown at Michael though I did feel a tad bit for him. After the commotion had died down and the inmates had fallen asleep, Michael finally spoke.

"Mysterious, eh? I like that."

I giggled like a school girl and had to cover my mouth to keep myself from waking up anyone. My face was red again and I could feel my heart dance around with excitement and happiness. Something that I hadn't felt in a long time.

The minutes ticked by with small chatter between the two of us. I had moved towards my bunk while Michael continued to stand exactly in the same spot. The few minutes were short but were the best minutes of my life, I felt calm and happy. And as I laid in the gross bunk bed I began to have a change of heart.

Maybe men weren't all the same. Or at least not Michael.