Chapter 43: Belle Rev
My father would've been so proud to know that I had killed someone so easily with no regrets. On the other hand, he'd be so pissed off to learn that I killed one of his puppets and got arrested, charged, and thrown in Belle Rev, one of the highest secured lockdown facilities in the country, because of it. Of course, I knew for a fact that once I got out, or if I ever did, he'd stop at nothing to destroy me, his daughter, and anyone who stood in his way. Whether that was simply some idiot hoping to get revenge on me before my father took me out or Aaron who was, if not still is, in fact in love with me, I wouldn't know.
The outside of the facility was terrifying, even to me. And the inside was worse. The people...God, the people. I knew most of them. I saw there faces: smiling and happy that I had finally be put down for my crimes. I was a legend among them, some of them anyway, and other just a bitch who couldn't seem to be loyal to the people who raised me. Mostly my father, which I had seemed to become more like every moment.
The collar around my neck my tighter than I had originally thought it would be. There was literally no space between the cold metal and the flesh surrounding my neck. It took about an hour to get me into my cell, from the director telling me the rules and supposed jobs that I'd be able to do if I was trustworthy to schedules and roommates.
The heavily armed guard practically flew me into the lockdown chamber. I stumbled and fell, bringing myself to crawl on my hands and knees to the bed. The room was dim and it was hard to see, I heard the door lock shut and someone groan from the top bunk.
"This bitch needs her rest. Don't you remember that?" I heard a familiar voice say. I sighed and looked up at Cathryn.
"Let me guess. Sugar daddy didn't have the time or energy in bailing his little prostitute out of the dark hole?" Cathryn practically hissed at me and I couldn't help but smile. Leave it to me to piss her off one way or another.
"I'd watch your mouth, Sarah. After all, we criminals here in Belle Rev... almost all of us want you dead." I laughed at her.
"I need to watch my mouth? I'd say that you need to watch your mouth. Since after all, I can beat your ass anytime."
"Yeah, but you won't kill me."
"Do you really want to bet on that?"
"I'd bet my life on it. Unless you actually grew up in these last few months. But spending all that time with lover boy probably made you weaker."
"If you call killing some bastard who was supposed to be playing the defense attorney in front of one hundred people weak, then what do you call strong?"
"You were the one who killed him? Damn, girl, that was one hell of a shot. That's some real courage doing it in front of the whole crowd. Maybe I was wrong about you... maybe you're not just like you dad. Sadly, your daddy's got a lot hotter after you left, so I can't say that not being just like your dad's a good thing. I mean, if you were like him, we'd have some pretty damn good times."
"You know I'm kinda glad that you and me don't mix in the gene pool. 'Cause if we did, you'd be really fucked up."
"Or you'd be really fucked up."
"What family tree are you looking at? You're three years older than I am and you're fucking my father. My mother's still alive and Alex is still at home."
"Oh, Alex isn't at home anymore. She's moved on. You left, so she left. I mean, you were her hero. Her hero practically died, so she moved on. Got herself a job too."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"I saw her a few months ago. Houston, I think it was. Yeah. Houston's probably the only city that I know of that doesn't ban fifteen year old girls from performing in strip clubs. Well, the dirty strip clubs anyway. You know, cowboy boots and fringe crop tops. Hats and short shorts that show off more of your ass than intended."
"You're kidding..."
"Sorry, but I don't kid about my type of strip clubs. So happy sleeping, doubt you'll get any now..."
Cathryn was out by the time I had gathered my thoughts. Alex... what the hell had she done? My father was out for my blood, Aaron was running for his life, Roy had people pouncing on his ass trying to get information on me, the government had a future death warrant for me, I was locked up in a secured facility for God knows how long, and on top of that my sister, my little sister, was stripping for cowboys. Could this get any more worse. I knew the answer. It could and it would.