Chapter 3

 

Millie

Millie sat in her cell with a sad look on her face. After the brawl with Ebony in the shower room a C.O. That was on Millie’s payroll made it look like Millie’s best friend Pam was in the brawl and not Millie. Pam decided to take one for the team so Millie wouldn’t lose her release date. Sitting on Millie’s lap was a letter from Mike, but of course he didn’t mail the letter off in his own name. Inside the letter, he had broken down everything to Millie from how he had asked Derrick several times to let him go on and live a normal life. Ever since Mike was a child he had always loved and respected Millie she was the reason why he had joined the police academy in the first place she was also the reason he had joined the family business. It was Millie who saw something special in him from day one. It saddened her to know that no matter how much she loved Mike that he had to go. Snitching was something that she didn’t tolerate nor condone, and if Millie were on the streets, she would have taken his life herself. She shook her head with a disgusted look on her face; ever since Millie had been incarcerated, she noticed that her entire family had been falling apart. “I gotta hurry up and get out of here and get things back in order,” she said to herself as she stepped out of her cell and headed down to the TV room so she could stretch her legs. Millie made it downstairs when two correction officers stopped her and threw her against the wall and began to frisk her. “Fuck is this all about?”

The two correction officers didn’t answer Millie, they just handcuffed her and made her sit Indian-style on the floor. Millie sat on the floor as she watched several correction officers storm in her cell. She could hear them tearing her cell apart looking for some form of contraband. After a forty-minute search, the C.O.’s were upset that they didn’t find anything. Millie made sure she had her cell cleaned out after the big fight with Ebony. She had a feeling that the officers would be coming for her. A heavyset C.O. roughly pulled Millie up to her feet by her arm and forced her down the hall. “Where ya’ll taking me?” Millie asked but got no answer. After a brief walk, the C.O. led Millie into the warden’s office.

“Have a seat,” The Warden said nodding towards the chair that sat directly in front from her desk. “So from what I hear you haven’t learned nothing from being inside my prison,” the warden said with a mean look on her face. “You’ve been running drugs in my prison all this time right under my nose.”

“Huh?” Millie said with her face crumbled up faking ignorance. From what the warden was, saying, it only meant one thing; that someone had been talking.

“Don’t play stupid with me!” the warden yelled with a finger pointed at Millie. “How were you getting your drugs in here?”

“What drugs?”

“I swear to god if you don’t tell me something I’ll make your last few months in here a living hell!” the warden threatened.

“I really wish I could help you warden but I have no idea or knowledge of what you’re talking about,” Millie said with a straight face. She knew that the warden was just fishing for information and didn’t have any concrete evidence to hold her on. “May I go back to my cell now?”

“Take this bitch to the box,” The Warden ordered. “And make sure she stays there until it’s time for her to be released.”