In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father
"Stop fucking crying. Look like you are terrified of the boy. That is our only play now. Keep your eyes down, don't look at the officers, and let me do the talking when we get inside."
I looked down at my hands, resting in my lap, bruised and shaking. I was trapped. I don't even know how to go about this. “I’m going to prison, oh my God…”
The look Gustov gave me said if not for the officers I would have gotten slapped. He had been in prison before, I could only imagine what this would do.
But deep down we know we're more worried of what would happen if they find out how we really got that vial.