I Met Him at Prison

I Met Him at Prison - Chapter 2

I Met Him in Prison

Chapter 2

"Skylar, if you want to come, then wake up!" My dad said, tugging on my pillow.

"Huh, what?" I said sleepily.

"Wake up. Come on." he said, before exiting my room and making his way down the stairs.

Where was I going to go today? Prison. Although I was the one who wanted to go, I didn't feel so sure anymore. I had dream of prisoners just clawing out my face, and going crazy. They weren't nice, they were jerks. I had butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

I stood up and looked in the mirror, just staring at my reflection. I imagined my pretty face all bruised up and beaten. Wait, why was I thinking this way?! My dad was going to be with me. And it's not like I'm even there yet. Still, chills shivered up my spine. I walked out of my room and over the stairs, searchinf for my dad.

"Uhh Dad? I'm don't feel so right about it anymore!" I called down the stairs.

"Let's go Sky," he shouted from his room downstairs.

I slowly crept back into my room, and walked inside my huge closet. I had no idea what to wear, especially to a prison. In case my clothes got spoiled there, I better not wear something expensive. Looking through the hangers, I threw on a black v-neck and an old pair of destroyed skinny jeans. I smudged a bit of eyeliner on my eyes and then ran down the stairs.

I felt a bit queasy, but I still managed to devour a couple up pancakes. I gulped down some orange juice and wiped my mouth with my hand. I went to go wash everything as soon as my dad came walking in, wearing his uniform.

"Sky? You look sick," he said, coming over feeling my forehead.

"I'm fine, I'm just freaking a bit," I said truthfully.

Dad let out a laugh. "Don' t be scared, there will always be someone there with you. Don't worry."

I gnawed at my fingernail nervously. "You sure?"

"Yes, yes! Now let's go," he said, pulling me out the door.

I sat in the huge car and strapped up my seatbelt. Dad started the car, and off we were. We were only two blocks from home when my mind started to wonder again. What if I get hurt? What if I meet a prisoner? Is it really safe in there?

"Woah calm down, kiddo!" My dad said.

"What?" I asked.

"You seem pretty tense there," he said examining my face. I hadn't realized that I was breathing so roughly out loud.

"Well, I assure you I'm fine," I said, faking confidence.

"Great, 'cause we're here."

"What?!" I yelled in shock. I looked out of the windows and saw a huge buliding. There were high wired fences all around the perimeter, and tall brick walls surrounding the building. It was all so dark and eerie looking. It wasn't bright like a school, but the gray walls were covered in grafitti filled with words I wasn't even allowed to say.

My dad parked his car in a reserved space, a little away from the entrance. I jumped out of the car and began walking inside the huge gates, my dad protectively at my side. The door was so far away, probably so it wasn't going to be an easy escape for the prisoners. I looked around, and there were men from all ages in orange clothes, some of them looked like they were still in high school! They all eyed me when I walked in, and some of them even gave perverted smirks. I glanced over and was disgusted by their behavior.

"Dad, how old are these people?" I asked, looking away from all of the orange terror.

"Well, most of them are 20 and older, very few of them are younger than that." he smiled over at me and added, "Maybe around your age even."