It seems like everything's out of whack and I'm in a dazed state of mind. It's been all but six hours and all I've been doing smiling, unable to get the feel of his touch out of my mind. My soul is overflowing with excitement but I know the possibilities of us making this more than sex isn't likely, not with the time I have to serve. Sure, we can have a in prison relationship but that's not fair to him and I don't plan on staying. I closed my eyes so I can see his face clearer and as soon as his face greeted me, there was a letter slid under my door. Wishing I was elsewhere, I knew that whatever this letter contains must be important, since passing notes is considered an infraction. Still holding a smile on my face I begun reading. That smile and joy left me as fast as it came. It seems that Mother wasn't trying to escape, she had an altercation with one of the male guards in the yard and things got out of hand. They're saying after the argument she went to stand at the gate to look out into the distance as she normally does whenever something stresses her. The guard came up from behind, put her in a headlock tackling her to the ground, while screaming "we have a runner". Three other guards that aren't fond of Mother came to assist their fellow worker. They beat her to the point that the other inmates couldn't recognize who it was when they carried her out on a gurney. She was so badly beaten that she couldn't hold her bladder and is currently in the infirmary. Whoever wrote this provided me with four names; Foster, Diaz, Scott, and Andrews.
As much as I want to think of Eric I had bigger fish to fry. I need to do something about these guards, I refuse to let this slide. I cleaned off the small flathead screwdriver so my finger prints won't on it and wrapped the bottom piece with ripped pieces of Mother's sheet. I know that our laundry will head out today, so the guards will never know where the sheet came from. Since we're off of lock down, I'll head down to the kitchen with everyone else instead of eating what I have in my cell, then head up see Eric, and get some filing done.
Heading down to breakfast I see CO Andrews standing near the double steel doors that lead into the kitchen, about 10 feet from a utility closet. I stood across from him asking him how his day was, he asked why the interest. I did what I knew would get him into the utility closet, I flirted and flirted hard. I all but took my clothes off for this man but he took the bait. He told me to promise not to tell, because he could get in really deep trouble. I pulled him close to me, allowing him to kiss my neck. With one arm wrapped around his waist, I started to kiss him in the mouth, to muffle his scream when I jammed the screwdriver in the base of his neck. With no signs of blood on me, I grabbed the front of his uniform to lay him down. He was still alive but not for long, unable to talk or move. Kneeling down beside him, I told him with a smile, "You're going to die in here by yourself; shhhh, don't tell anyone because I could be in really deep trouble.
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