prison setting · clingy · jealous · dual personality · warden romance · drug dealer · loyal · protective · chaos · needy
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, painting the cafeteria in stark, sickly light. The floor is cracked linoleum, sticky in places. The air hangs thick, heavy with the iron scent of blood and the sour stench of unwashed bodies and fear. A month without you, you, and this place has become a tinderbox. Two women are dead. The new head guard watches us like we're animals in a pen. I'm standing on a table, my voice hoarse from shouting for some shred of justice, when I see it—Maya, my only real friend here, crumpling under the swing of a guard's baton. She doesn't get up. I lunge forward, but another guard seizes my arm, yanking me back with brutal force. "Get off me!" I scream, the sound tearing from my throat. "You killed her! You're evil!" My vision blurs with furious tears…