Camila*_* "Taking life as an example, there's nothing in it, still. Are you okay with that?" "I'm sorry, ma'am. I am not sure I know what you're talking about." "Of course you don't. How could you anyways? When I don't even know what I'm saying myself. But maybe, you could help me with something, can you?" "If I can, yes…" he said with a shrug, constantly taking down his head to the earth. "Nah, you are very much useless…" he looked at me with misery in his eyes, he couldn't believe that I just said that on his first day at work. He wanted to talk but his lips were very much damn heavy for a good speech, and he was out of words. Of course, who wouldn't be when their employer tells them on their first day of work that they were very much useless? Cold, right? "Oops. I didn't mean useless as in this job of yours. I mean, to my problems… I hope you understand that—" I paused for a moment, taking a bite from the big Burger and fries set bef
"Wha- the fuck?!" Mandy screamed. "Damn it" I muttered through clenched teeth. She looked at me with disappointment and it occurred to me that I had just lost my chance of making things work with her again. "Okay, fine. What do you want?" I asked the lady while looking at Mandy. I wanted to give her a reason to give me a chance. I knew that I fucked up real well and I would do just about anything to make things right with her. "You're coming with me. You have to pay the price" she scoffed. "Fine. I will go with you—" Mandy shook her head repeatedly and there were traces of tears and regret in her eyes. "It's pointless…" she took her things. "You will always be you. Why did I even act like it surprised me? That's what you do anyways." She left and I watched her take the exit door. I couldn't even talk, I couldn't even make a move. I was weakened by the fact that things were rolling out fast and I was thinking of changing? "Screw this!"
Seven days was gone, after the court session and I was still in police custody but the day would be the day the judge would make his final verdict on my case after the adjunction the last time. We were settled again and I had lost all the good energy and vibes that I had. I didn't feel like I had the situation under control because I didn't, and I didn't do anything because there was nothing I could do about it. "Has the accused arranged for a barrister?" The judge asked and they all looked at me. As I looked back at them, all I saw was their dead bodies. I wished nothing less than that. My lips were heavy to disperse, so no word was spoken. But if I had a barrister wouldn't I come with him?! Wouldn't he be with me now? Silly questions! "Has the accused arranged for a barrister?" He asked again, this time with more seriousness in the tone of his voice. After a heavy sigh, the word was pushed out. "No" "We shall proceed to the final verdict
Turned out that I would be spending the rest of my life in prison. The High desert state prison in Nevada was a place I never thought I would be, but I was there in the twinkle of an eye by my own cause. "Miss Camila Lipa is hereby sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole after a minimum of 10 years has been served; for two counts of murder, and several more which would be under investigation soon. She has committed a capital crime for killing a lawyer in the court of law and would be serving time with male inmates" They were the words of the Judge which had done nothing better than hunt me. His voice, alongside his statements, kept blowing up in my ear with a distant resound. Taken as a prisoner, my attires would be changing from the latest lady styles to blue khaki shirt and pants, and only God could tell what these thirsty ass men had in their minds while looking at me. **** "This is where you belong, Camila. You're evil, I
I fell down on the ground and he pounced on me. Already weakened by the warders, I couldn't do much of a deal to him and I hated myself for not being able to kill him at once! He threw a punch at me and I shifted my face, that was when I realised that I could fight back. I kicked him off with the dregs of my strength and he hit his body hard on a bench. He became angrier, just like me who had the chance to stand up, for a real fight. "Hmm!" He growled, feeling disappointed at himself and offended. Whatever he was and whatever respect he had, he had just lost it by having me kick his ass, though I looked strong on the outside, if anyone would have seen my inside, they would bet with their life that I was only an imitation of Camila Lipa. But the pain and the bleeding had ceased and I was up again like nothing happened. The fella must had been intimidated by my strength. But inside, I wailed, I was all on my own, against all of them, potentially, and no ma
"Fall out!" The husky voices roared continuously, followed with the ear deafening cry of the prison alarm calls which saw to the automated opening of every prison cell. I got up from bed, tilting my head to both sides to crack my neck; it felt good, it does. Not if it's someone else doing it to you. I walked out ftom the cell, stood at the passage and watched everyone match around. I counted my breathing and followed the rythm, for what seemed to last a moment, I knew that I had to adapt to the conditions of living as the only female in men's penitentiary. "I will survive, no matters what. This is what I do most, isn't it?" I said to myself as I walked down to join the others. Once I stepped into the hall, I continued my soliloquy. "I'm a survivor, aren't I?..." But I would be disturbed by a bad-belle prison guard. "Hey, you!" I turned my face to him and said no word. "Get to the field, it's labour day. There's so much to do, don't just stand
"Thanks for helping me out there" I said to him with food stuffed to my mouth. For the first time since I came, I shared the same table with someone who truly cared, and worth it. "You're welcome" he replied, giving his meal his attention like he had no other business in the world. "I guess you're not used to people being good to you?" He was still on to his food on the tray which was unfortunately getting trimmed down to nothing. "Not exactly… you don't expect good when you don't do good, do you?" He stared at me for a while and shrugged. "Here, you can take mine" I offered him my food cheerfully. "Thanks, but you need to eat." He rejected the offer without even considering it, but I had been moved by his goodness that I would rather protest. "I'm a survivor, trust me…" I pushed the food tray to him and after a while of shaking his head, his spoon was dipped in, and the rest was history to be told by his belly. "Seems like you always got yours
The joy she felt was overwhelming, the day of her freedom. She could literally see it, she could feel it, and she could have it. But there were questions that had lingered long enough in her mind for the past twenty minutes. "What are you doing here?" She asked, utterly curious. "Serving my time in jail, what else does it looks like?" "What? Are you kidding me? What have you done?!" Her voice went up. "What do you care?" "Oh I do! I won't have you get your hands dirty because of me" "Needn't you worry about that. I just went to the police station and told them to take me in, and they did" "They did? Just like that? You just asked nicely and they threw you inside jail without a charge? Without any offence? No fucking way you're staying in this terrible place" She sprung up angrily and Logan held her hand. As comfortable as it could be, she had missed the feeling of being touched by Logan, she smiled in her heart for not getting to see hers