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Chapter 5:
In no time, Kristin reached for her walkie-talke and told a guard to come back to get the prisoner.
"Kristin, Kristin, Kristin why on Earth are you endin' our little chit-chat so soon?" He grinned with glee.
Kristin shook her head before she spoke. "I-I think I have heard enough. My input doesn't matter, I'm not here to talk to you cons anyways."
"Oooh, I thought you were a nonjudgmental woman, boy was I wrong."
The black guard, Louis came back for T-bag, he was not to surprised that he was back so soon. "Ol' T-bag giving you some trouble?" He asked as he told T-bag to stand up, and he held onto his forearm. "His momma never taught him how to treat a lady."
"Oh she did, but I just like to kill 'em afterwards, don't have to deal with their shit."
Kristin gasped and heard Louis slam him against the wall. "Come on CON!"
An hour passed by and several other cons' came in and out through those doors. The brunette became speechless; the only time she would speak is when she would walkie-talkie for a guard. She heard all sorts of horrible, sickening and just plain disturbing tales of all these men and how they treated the woman in their life. When Kristin was with her friends, she would give advice, sure, but not these men.
As the last con exited the room, Kristin stood up and walked out of the room, with her walkie-talkie clipped to her side. She was going to try to find Sara and see if they could go and talk to the Pope.
Brad Bellick, the short chunkier guard, he was higher ranks than most of the others. He happened to be passing the corridors as he saw Kristin looking around, very confused. "You lost?" He hollered.
"Yeah, I think so." She gave a slight smile. Moving the strands of her hair out of her face. "Can you tell me where the infirmary is?"
"Are you the doc's sister?" Bellick asked, "Cousin, cousin I mean." He quickly corrected.
"Ha, yeah." As they were walking to the other side of a corridor, they both saw the doors open and Bellick put his arm out in front of her. "Hold up, PI is coming in, stay back ma'am."
Several men walked into the door, the first one was a long haired man, older looking than the rest, tall, but having a small gut to him. The second one was a Latino looking man; he had a completely shaved head. Next was a tall man, average built, short hair, shaved, but still had small fragments of hair nonetheless, he had paler skin than the others. Two more men were left, the next was big and buff and another shaved headed man, white and the only one in handcuffs. Finally was T-bag, she recognized him from earlier.
All the men looked at her, T-bag was the only person to say anything, knowing it was wise not too. "Hello there Kristin." He winked at her and drew out her name when he addressed her.
She didn't say anything; she just stood to the side of Bellick, who hollered for them to look straight. As one of the other guards opened the door to general population, Brad and Kristin continued on their way.
"Kristin, huh?" He grinned, "I am Bellick, Brad Bellick." He cleared his throat; "I heard you are going to council some men on their domestic and rape violence?"
Shaking her head quickly, saying no. "I don't think so. I am here because my uncle, the Governor and my mother, his sister, think I need to do something productive in my life." She paused, not knowing what to say and what not to say.
"Yeah, well good luck with that in here." He looked back at her, "A cutie like you, these men will eat you alive." He chuckled; looking up he saw that they were at the medical bay. "Here you go. Nice talking to you Kristin."
Kristin smiled and waved goodbye. The few minutes she talked to Brad he seemed like an okay guy, hint of sarcasm, but hey who isn't sarcastic?
"Hey!" Kristin smiled as she walked through the door, not before explaining to the guards who she was and why she was there. A few of the guards though she was a visitor that had gotten lost or snuck by slacking guards.
The older family member waved the younger one in, and handed her something right away. "Here," It was a badge, just saying Kristin's name and nothing else. It was white and very plain looking white black, bold lettering. "That way you don't get guards questioning you anymore."
Kristin just smiled and attached it to her top. "Sara, I can't do that. I think just from hearing the first man's story…I feel violated." She looked up at her cousin, and quickly added, "He didn't touch me, but just the way he looked at me, and that story. Those poor kids."
Sara cocked her head; this prison was full of pedophiles. "Which one are we talking about?"
"Bagwell." She simply stated. "Anyway I can talk to Pope about doing something else? I know he mentioned something else when he walked me down to the general population doors."
Sara made a slurring sound with her mouth, indicating a response similar to 'I don't know if that's such a good idea.'
Yanking on her hair, and combing it with her finger, Kristin was waiting for a verbal response from Sara.
"Kristin, no one can guarantee your safety, you are probably safest doing what you are doing."
Shaking her head, the younger woman didn't hear of that. "I don't need to be safe, I need to do something else."
"You just complained you felt violated!" Sara raised her voice. "I don't know what to tell you, if I just quit being here cause I felt violated…well Kristin than I would have never came back."
A knock on the door came and a black guard, the door was open so he stuck his head inside. "Yo Doc, Scofield done yet?" Sara looked around the room, puzzled by the guard's question; no one was in the room besides Sara and Kristin. "Oh," She snapped her fingers, "He's in Pope's office."
"Alright got ya, thanks Doc." The heavier black guard left the area and headed for the warden's office.
"I don't have time for this." Sara commented as she was looking at the stack of paperwork she had to do. "This is not a school Kristin, you can't just trade one assignment for another, like you're so used to doing."
The younger girl sighed and said she would figure it out on her own. Not before hearing, "You can't just wander these halls, Kristin listen to me, please." She looked very serious; Sara was the more emotional one out of the two cousins.