"On the wall inmate."

I stood up from my bed and walked over to the wall putting my hands behind my head.

One of the other inmates brought a tray of food into my room.

"Do you know when I'll get my phone call." I whispered so the guard wouldn't hear me.

She shrugged. "Took a month to get mines."

I groaned. I couldn't survive a month. My back was already hurting from the bare springs on the bed. I picked the tray of food up setting it on my lap. The ham and cheese sandwich was very unappealing, but I had been here all day so I was starving. I flushed the apple and carrot slices down the toilet while saving the milk carton for later.

"Against the wall inmate." I groaned stretching my legs. All of the lights turned off early last night, but I hadn't been able to sleep a bit. I kept thinking someone would bring some sheets but they never did.

I knew exactly why I was here. I wasn't sure if anyone else did. Hazannah could have tried to spin the truth. No one would fall for that though. I let one secret slip. Now I'm in a small cell that I only get to leave once a day. I had no idea what was going on. It was lonely and isolating here.

"Time to shower. Let's go."

I started involuntarily shivering imagining the ice cold water running down my body. I let the guard handcuff me and lead me out of my cell. Her name was Irma and she was one of the nice ones. She was still a bitch, but unlike the other guards she won't hit you.

"Ow! Let me go."

Their voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it.

"Ow. My leg is cramping." I said slowing down.

"If you ate your fruit that wouldn't happen."

"Oh really?"

I wasn't actually interested, but I needed to stall for time. At any second the girl would be walking through the main door. Despite topping three hundred on the scale, Irma was a health freak. When she saw me flush the apple I was given she just about lost it.

"Yes. Bananas are the best food for legs that cramp. Potassium would really help you out."

"Dang. Too bad they don't have any here."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks Irma. You're a real inspiration. Do you know that? I mean look at you, all healthy and clean living. I just wish I could be like that."

"Someday you'll get out of here and you'll be able to."

"Right Someday."

I saw the door opening and turned away from Irma to see the person. When I saw her walk through the door I busted out laughing. She glared at me and I put a huge smirk on my face.

"Do you know her?"

"That Irma, is the bitch who put me in here." I smirked turning around and heading towards the shower, my leg cramps suddenly vanishing.

"Please."

"Fine you get ten minutes." Irma sighed.

I squealed despite the fact I was still shivering from my shower. I seemed to stay cold for hours after, but they were amazing for my hair. After a week of being in hell and not talking to Colton I was desperate to hear his voice. To hear him tell me everything would be okay, that I'll be out soon, that he missed me too.

I walked over and sat at the phone booth while Irma handcuffed one of my hands to the bar. I didn't know why she thought it was even necessary. Like I would run and risk getting tackled by a linebacker. Even if I did run I'd be caught and tased.  If I made it outside I'd be shot by the guards in the tower. There was no running from this place. Irma stood over by the corner. Far enough so she wouldn't be hovering, but close enough to listen.

"Who is this?"

I tried not to cry at the sound of his voice.

"It's cash."

"Oh baby. I've missed you so much."

"Same."

I probably should have prepared myself for this. I wasn't ready to hear him and I was holding back from crying so I could barely speak.

"I'm in prison."

"I know Cash. I'm working on getting you out of there."

"They won't tell me anything."

"Your court date is next week. Are you doing okay in there?"

Hell no

"It's not too bad." I lied. "How's everything out there?"

"I can't sleep without you here. Mia is having a hard time too."

"I miss you both. So much."

"I'm going to get you out of there."

"Thirty seconds Curran."

"Ugh. I have to go. I love you. Kiss Mia for me."

"I love you too."

The line went dead. I put the phone down slowly fighting the urge to slam it. That didn't feel Like ten minutes. Maybe two at most. Then again I could barely speak without feeling like I was going to bust out crying. I thought hearing Colton's voice would help, but it only made me feel more miserable. The way I was just ripped out of his life. That I had to beg to talk to my future husband. Tv did not prepare me for this. On tv, you get arrested and you get a phone call and a lawyer. In real life however, a phone call is a privilege. They don't have to let you speak to anyone. They don't have to tell you any details. The other girls I've spoken to haven't found out anything until the last minute. When the girl in the cell next to me was transferred here, no one told her a word until she arrived here. That's how the broken prison system works. Maybe I'll get out soon and start working on reforming it.