same ceiling she had day after day. It would be great to look at a different ceiling. She pictured watching the fan spin on Benton’s ceiling, hands intertwined and bodies gleaming with the aftermath of their lovemaking.
“Good behavior, my ass.” Ruby got back into her bunk and continued grumbling to herself while Abigail drifted off to sleep.
Despite thinking she wouldn’t sleep until the next morning, she cracked one eye upon the sound of Ruby shadow boxing in the corner of their cell. It was the day. They were letting her out! She sat straight up and gasped, scaring Ruby, who went into a fighting stance and looked up at her.
“Damn, Priss, you have to watch it when I’m in the zone.” She went back to swinging at the air in front of her and ducking an invisible opponent. The sound of keys opening the door at the end of the long row of cells made Abigail’s heart jump into her throat. The guard was coming for her. Each clank of the keys on his hip was one more step closer to her freedom.
“Ruby, come here, you have to tell me bye.”
Ruby had told her she never said goodbye and never would. She kept on boxing in the corner while Abigail begged, never stopping her workout even when the keys turned in the cell door and the bars slid to the side.
“See you later, Miss Priss.” That was all she got, and she had to take it. Hoping she wouldn’t see Ruby again unless it was on the outside, she let the guard lead her down the row. There were well-wishers along the way, along with a few haters.
“Bitch, you won’t make it a month. You’ll be back.”
Abigail didn’t look up. She kept her eyes straight ahead on the door she would soon be entering to leave jail behind forever. As she approached the booking desk, she had a momentary flashback of being a terrified twenty-one-year-old in platform heels and a miniskirt. Those clothes were exactly what she was getting back now, along with the wallet, which had one card in it and ten dollars. She was going to look like a streetwalker on her first day out in clothes too small for her. A great way to start the next chapter of her life.
There was only one person she could call to come and get her, and he would drop everything to do it. She had called her brother, Billy, the day before and told him she was getting out. They only allowed her to use the phone because she was leaving. He had been surprised, but told her he would be waiting when she was released.
As they opened the door of the jail and let her stumble out into the world, wobbling on high heels after years of flats, it hit her. She was free.
Chapter Two
Billy Rivers stood in the middle of the parking lot with a bouquet of pink flowers for his sister. He lived in Florida and had driven all night to be there when she was released. His blond hair blew in the Arkansas wind and the Toyota Tundra he now drove supported his tall frame. His days of fancy cars and shameless theft were behind him. He had become a legitimate businessman and made a decision on the drive to get her that she wouldn’t drag him into anything when she got out.
Why she had gotten herself arrested in Arkansas he would never understand. His business in Florida hadn’t allowed him to make the drive as many times as he’d wanted to. He hated to think of his sister stuck in jail because of that prick, but she made him promise to leave Sellers alone, so he did. Bastard only cared about himself. Abigail walked out the door and stopped to look up at the sky, smiling. He was happy for her, and then he wondered why she had worn those clothes to a bank robbery.
“BbbbBBEEEEEE!” She ran toward him as fast as her heels would let her and jumped into his arms. He spun her around a couple times, smashing the pretty flowers on her back. When he let her back down, he handed them to her.
“Welcome back to the world, little sister. What do you want to do first?”
Abigail smelled the flowers and grinned at him. “Find Benton?” She
“Good behavior, my ass.” Ruby got back into her bunk and continued grumbling to herself while Abigail drifted off to sleep.
Despite thinking she wouldn’t sleep until the next morning, she cracked one eye upon the sound of Ruby shadow boxing in the corner of their cell. It was the day. They were letting her out! She sat straight up and gasped, scaring Ruby, who went into a fighting stance and looked up at her.
“Damn, Priss, you have to watch it when I’m in the zone.” She went back to swinging at the air in front of her and ducking an invisible opponent. The sound of keys opening the door at the end of the long row of cells made Abigail’s heart jump into her throat. The guard was coming for her. Each clank of the keys on his hip was one more step closer to her freedom.
“Ruby, come here, you have to tell me bye.”
Ruby had told her she never said goodbye and never would. She kept on boxing in the corner while Abigail begged, never stopping her workout even when the keys turned in the cell door and the bars slid to the side.
“See you later, Miss Priss.” That was all she got, and she had to take it. Hoping she wouldn’t see Ruby again unless it was on the outside, she let the guard lead her down the row. There were well-wishers along the way, along with a few haters.
“Bitch, you won’t make it a month. You’ll be back.”
Abigail didn’t look up. She kept her eyes straight ahead on the door she would soon be entering to leave jail behind forever. As she approached the booking desk, she had a momentary flashback of being a terrified twenty-one-year-old in platform heels and a miniskirt. Those clothes were exactly what she was getting back now, along with the wallet, which had one card in it and ten dollars. She was going to look like a streetwalker on her first day out in clothes too small for her. A great way to start the next chapter of her life.
There was only one person she could call to come and get her, and he would drop everything to do it. She had called her brother, Billy, the day before and told him she was getting out. They only allowed her to use the phone because she was leaving. He had been surprised, but told her he would be waiting when she was released.
As they opened the door of the jail and let her stumble out into the world, wobbling on high heels after years of flats, it hit her. She was free.
Chapter Two
Billy Rivers stood in the middle of the parking lot with a bouquet of pink flowers for his sister. He lived in Florida and had driven all night to be there when she was released. His blond hair blew in the Arkansas wind and the Toyota Tundra he now drove supported his tall frame. His days of fancy cars and shameless theft were behind him. He had become a legitimate businessman and made a decision on the drive to get her that she wouldn’t drag him into anything when she got out.
Why she had gotten herself arrested in Arkansas he would never understand. His business in Florida hadn’t allowed him to make the drive as many times as he’d wanted to. He hated to think of his sister stuck in jail because of that prick, but she made him promise to leave Sellers alone, so he did. Bastard only cared about himself. Abigail walked out the door and stopped to look up at the sky, smiling. He was happy for her, and then he wondered why she had worn those clothes to a bank robbery.
“BbbbBBEEEEEE!” She ran toward him as fast as her heels would let her and jumped into his arms. He spun her around a couple times, smashing the pretty flowers on her back. When he let her back down, he handed them to her.
“Welcome back to the world, little sister. What do you want to do first?”
Abigail smelled the flowers and grinned at him. “Find Benton?” She
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