Solitary Confinement
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"Will the defendant please rise?"
A scrawny, unkempt girl slowly rose, with her hands clasped. She stared into the judge's eyes with a hint of frustration on her face.
"State your full name for the record."
She cleared her throat and gripped the fabric of her tan jumpsuit. "Jennifer Solis."
"What do you plea?"
"Guilty."
~
"Fuck you, pigs!"
The fiery spitball stumbled through the dark alleyways of Downtown Santa Ana, overturning trash cans and switching directions sporadically.
Yes, it looks very bad for little ol' Jenny. Rest assured, she was truly innocent. However, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Damn it all to hell!" She screamed and fumbled for the disposable phone in her pocket.
She smashed in the numbers she needed and put the phone to her cheek, glistening with sweat.
Ringing...
Finally, "What the hell is going on? You were supposed to meet me by now."
"Go home now! Five-O is closing in on me." She wheezed. "They think I-"
A large man lunged at the girl's waist, knocking her straight to the ground. The phone flew out of her hands and was destroyed.
"10-26 at Bishop and Ross."
Soon after lots of struggle, and her Miranda Right's read, the girl found herself in the back of a patrol car heading straight for the Santa Ana Police Department.
"So, what? I go in, get shoved around a bit, then a ticket and leave?" She spat at the officer.
"Oh no, missy." The girl scoffed. "You're going away for a long time."
"For what? Loitering? Petty theft? A girl's gotta eat, my friend."
The officer snorted, "Don't play stupid. We have all the evidence to prove you set the fire. We caught you fleeing the scene!"
"Fire? What fire?" She asked, genuinely confused.
"Like I said, you have the right to remain silent. Do me a favor, and exercise that right."
The man pulled into an almost parking garage-like structure and parked. Two officers walked up to the car and swung the door open.
"This is her?" One asked.
"Sure looks like it." The other one spat.
The female officer grabbed the poor, innocent girl by her arms and practically dragged her out of the vehicle.
"Get off of me damnit! I don't even know why I'm here." The girl in cuffs spat.
"Sure you don't." The female officer sneered. "Get her printed and ready for transport please."
The small girl was handed off from one officer to another, like she was some sort of object that wasn't an actual human being.
Is this what it's actually like? She thought. Is this how we treat people in the justice system? What happened to innocent until proven guilty?
After taking all of the necessary information from her, the girl was sent to a detention center.
The officer who brought the girl to her cell informed her that her trial was in 30 days. Then he shut the door and that was that.
A lost soul confined to a cell, with nothing but the clothes on her back.
"This is fucking disgusting." I griped, looking down at my lunch.
It tasted like someone shit on two pieces of bread and called it a sandwich. I dropped it onto the table and groaned.
I absolutely hate it here. My dumb ass thought if I plead guilty I'd get a shorter sentence and be able to go home sooner. But, of course, my luck said otherwise. I got 65 years in a maximum security prison. So not only am I here the rest of my life, but I'm also nowhere's near home.
I was arrested for a crime I didn't do. That night, someone set fire to small Ma n' Pa shop, and sadly that Ma and Pa were still inside. Everyone thinks I did it, while the real culprit is running rampant.
I sighed and put my face in my hands. I just wanna go home.
"Hey, bitch." I heard in front of me.
I cut my eyes up at three gangbangers in front of me. They clearly wanted to start trouble, and I was clearly not in the mood.
"Hey, hoochie." I spat and stared the leader down.
"Gimme yo' food." She hissed, placing both hands on the table and looking me dead in the eyes.
"Like hell I will. You've had enough anyways." I scoffed and motioned to her stomach.
"Where do you get off talkin' to me like that bitch!" She shouted.
"Yeah bitch! Don' you know she runs this place?" The girl to her left yelled at me.
I looked around and the other inmates were starting to circle around us. None of the guards, though, seemed to notice nor care.
"No, maybe I don't," I challenged, slowly standing up. "Why don't you show me? Bitch."
Her friends laughed and started shouting to the other inmates.
"Ooh, this little bitch bouta' get her teeth knocked in!" One yelled.
The other was busy hyping up the leader. "This gon' be so easy, you gon' take her ass down!"
I stood there waiting and opened my arms. "C'mon! Do you need an invitation?"
The leader reached out and grabbed me by my hair, pulling my face straight into her knee. I started blindly swinging my fists at her, hoping I'd do some sort of damage. I heard her grunt and she shoved me backwards. I scrambled to my feet and kicked her in the stomach as hard as I could.
She was clearly stronger than me and I was going to get my ass beat, but at least I got a few blows in.
Just before she could do any more damage, a small woman pushed her way through the crowd and jumped in front of me.
"Yanilza!" Her voice boomed. "Stop right now."
'Yanilza' looked at her with a hard expression and groaned. The girl slowly walked towards her with a sour look on her face.
"You see that girl behind me?" She hissed and Yanilza nodded. "She's with me, so you don't fuck with her. Do you understand?"
"That bitch came in here and disrespected me."
"I don't give a fuck what she did, you fucking owe me. So you don't touch her, you don't talk to her, you don't even look at her." The girl barked. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes." She said reluctantly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, ma'am." Yanilza sneered and stormed off.
The girl turned to face me, and smiled. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
I shrugged and wiped the blood from my mouth. "I guess."
"Listen, I know it's your first day here, but you got really lucky. She could've fucked you up, bad. Yani's here on a life sentence so she has nothing to lose."
"Yeah, well, so do I." I sighed.
"My name's Lil." She said and patted me on the back. "You're lucky I know who you are, roomie."
I groaned and looked at her. Was she serious? "Are you always this fucking happy?"
She winked at me. "Only when I want to be. You owe me one, Jenny, and I know exactly how you can repay me."
We started walking towards the stairs and I cringed. "Don't call me that. It's Jen."
"Whatever you say, Jenny."
A scrawny, unkempt girl slowly rose, with her hands clasped. She stared into the judge's eyes with a hint of frustration on her face.
"State your full name for the record."
She cleared her throat and gripped the fabric of her tan jumpsuit. "Jennifer Solis."
"What do you plea?"
"Guilty."
~
"Fuck you, pigs!"
The fiery spitball stumbled through the dark alleyways of Downtown Santa Ana, overturning trash cans and switching directions sporadically.
Yes, it looks very bad for little ol' Jenny. Rest assured, she was truly innocent. However, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Damn it all to hell!" She screamed and fumbled for the disposable phone in her pocket.
She smashed in the numbers she needed and put the phone to her cheek, glistening with sweat.
Ringing...
Finally, "What the hell is going on? You were supposed to meet me by now."
"Go home now! Five-O is closing in on me." She wheezed. "They think I-"
A large man lunged at the girl's waist, knocking her straight to the ground. The phone flew out of her hands and was destroyed.
"10-26 at Bishop and Ross."
Soon after lots of struggle, and her Miranda Right's read, the girl found herself in the back of a patrol car heading straight for the Santa Ana Police Department.
"So, what? I go in, get shoved around a bit, then a ticket and leave?" She spat at the officer.
"Oh no, missy." The girl scoffed. "You're going away for a long time."
"For what? Loitering? Petty theft? A girl's gotta eat, my friend."
The officer snorted, "Don't play stupid. We have all the evidence to prove you set the fire. We caught you fleeing the scene!"
"Fire? What fire?" She asked, genuinely confused.
"Like I said, you have the right to remain silent. Do me a favor, and exercise that right."
The man pulled into an almost parking garage-like structure and parked. Two officers walked up to the car and swung the door open.
"This is her?" One asked.
"Sure looks like it." The other one spat.
The female officer grabbed the poor, innocent girl by her arms and practically dragged her out of the vehicle.
"Get off of me damnit! I don't even know why I'm here." The girl in cuffs spat.
"Sure you don't." The female officer sneered. "Get her printed and ready for transport please."
The small girl was handed off from one officer to another, like she was some sort of object that wasn't an actual human being.
Is this what it's actually like? She thought. Is this how we treat people in the justice system? What happened to innocent until proven guilty?
After taking all of the necessary information from her, the girl was sent to a detention center.
The officer who brought the girl to her cell informed her that her trial was in 30 days. Then he shut the door and that was that.
A lost soul confined to a cell, with nothing but the clothes on her back.
"This is fucking disgusting." I griped, looking down at my lunch.
It tasted like someone shit on two pieces of bread and called it a sandwich. I dropped it onto the table and groaned.
I absolutely hate it here. My dumb ass thought if I plead guilty I'd get a shorter sentence and be able to go home sooner. But, of course, my luck said otherwise. I got 65 years in a maximum security prison. So not only am I here the rest of my life, but I'm also nowhere's near home.
I was arrested for a crime I didn't do. That night, someone set fire to small Ma n' Pa shop, and sadly that Ma and Pa were still inside. Everyone thinks I did it, while the real culprit is running rampant.
I sighed and put my face in my hands. I just wanna go home.
"Hey, bitch." I heard in front of me.
I cut my eyes up at three gangbangers in front of me. They clearly wanted to start trouble, and I was clearly not in the mood.
"Hey, hoochie." I spat and stared the leader down.
"Gimme yo' food." She hissed, placing both hands on the table and looking me dead in the eyes.
"Like hell I will. You've had enough anyways." I scoffed and motioned to her stomach.
"Where do you get off talkin' to me like that bitch!" She shouted.
"Yeah bitch! Don' you know she runs this place?" The girl to her left yelled at me.
I looked around and the other inmates were starting to circle around us. None of the guards, though, seemed to notice nor care.
"No, maybe I don't," I challenged, slowly standing up. "Why don't you show me? Bitch."
Her friends laughed and started shouting to the other inmates.
"Ooh, this little bitch bouta' get her teeth knocked in!" One yelled.
The other was busy hyping up the leader. "This gon' be so easy, you gon' take her ass down!"
I stood there waiting and opened my arms. "C'mon! Do you need an invitation?"
The leader reached out and grabbed me by my hair, pulling my face straight into her knee. I started blindly swinging my fists at her, hoping I'd do some sort of damage. I heard her grunt and she shoved me backwards. I scrambled to my feet and kicked her in the stomach as hard as I could.
She was clearly stronger than me and I was going to get my ass beat, but at least I got a few blows in.
Just before she could do any more damage, a small woman pushed her way through the crowd and jumped in front of me.
"Yanilza!" Her voice boomed. "Stop right now."
'Yanilza' looked at her with a hard expression and groaned. The girl slowly walked towards her with a sour look on her face.
"You see that girl behind me?" She hissed and Yanilza nodded. "She's with me, so you don't fuck with her. Do you understand?"
"That bitch came in here and disrespected me."
"I don't give a fuck what she did, you fucking owe me. So you don't touch her, you don't talk to her, you don't even look at her." The girl barked. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes." She said reluctantly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, ma'am." Yanilza sneered and stormed off.
The girl turned to face me, and smiled. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
I shrugged and wiped the blood from my mouth. "I guess."
"Listen, I know it's your first day here, but you got really lucky. She could've fucked you up, bad. Yani's here on a life sentence so she has nothing to lose."
"Yeah, well, so do I." I sighed.
"My name's Lil." She said and patted me on the back. "You're lucky I know who you are, roomie."
I groaned and looked at her. Was she serious? "Are you always this fucking happy?"
She winked at me. "Only when I want to be. You owe me one, Jenny, and I know exactly how you can repay me."
We started walking towards the stairs and I cringed. "Don't call me that. It's Jen."
"Whatever you say, Jenny."
Notes
I hope you all like this story!
Me and MeRi have been scheming this one up for a while now...;)
Now, we wait for my lovely co-author's installment!
Stay tuned and enjoy! <3
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1/25/17