Chapter 109 I would just die

Rachel's POV

Tears began rolling down my eyes as I held the bar.

This was not fair. How was Lana even dead?

I saw her just yesterday morning, and... She was fine. She was even better than fine. She acted all wicked and everything, how was this...

"You there, " The junkie in the cell with me suddenly called and I turned to look at her.

Regreted it immediately I did.

I looked away, but that just wouldn't do it. I had already given her attention.

" Yes you there, pretty face." I heard her say again this time sounding a lot closer.

She had gotten up from the place she previously sat and was now just a few feet away from me, pointing a finger at my face.

'Rachel, breathe. You're in a cell with a woman who was like three times your body weight and size and could possibly kill you if you tried anything stupid... Just breathe ' I repeated to myself as a mantra as the lady ( that was if you could call a robust manly looking woman figure like that), advanced towards me.

" Your face is so pretty, I thought you were in here for sleeping with the wrong man or something, but murder..." She clicked her tongue and I resisted the urge to open my eyes and glare at her.

My face didn't look like a murder's but it looked like a slut? I would've preferred the murder, especially for that Lana.

That was if I was not being accused of it right now.

"I'm talking to you, hey..." The next thing I knew she jabbed me on the face with her fingers and I opened my eyes glaring at her.

What sort of fucking temptation was this?

I was frustrated amd angry and bitter, but I sure as hell wasn't stupid.

The lady was trying to pick a fight with me, but I gave in I would sure as hell be doomed. She could easily beat two of me!

She snickered taking her hand away from my face. "I'm talking to you, when I'm talking to you, you answer okay?" She said in a stern voice, her words sounding as a threat and for a second there I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I could deal with rich and snobby bitches, easy. I could deal with manipulative bastards, baby food. I could even stand Lana despite all her stunts... But I was frightened of this one woman?

Maybe it was because none of the people I just mentioned had ever threatened, well... looked nearly even as buff and tough as this woman right here did.

I could handle emotional and mental pain, but physical... I was fucking scared of pain.

"Okay?" She repeated and my head nodded unconsciously.

She smiled crossing her hands on her chest. " So now pretty thing, I heard you say your name was Rachel, you have a pretty name also. I'm Brial ". She said with a smile revealing her yellowish teeth, with somethings stuck in about three of them.

I tried to force a smile to my lips, but it just wouldn't show.

Even her smile was giving me the creeps, I managed to nod again.

She then leaned towards me which caused me to frighteningly take a step aside, but she still made another move, this time made it impossible for me to escape because she wrapped her muscular arms around me holding me in one place. " So who did you kill? And why? " She said in an overly enthusiastic voice wiggling her brows at me.

" I did not kill anyone you fucking junkie!" I shouted glaring at the woman, for a second forgetting the terrible situation I was in. But after those harsh words came out of my mouth, I realized.

I was trapped between a huge muscular robust woman ...wonder how she managed to balance the two in her fat ass body... And then, her fat ass body.

Plus she now has a dangerous look on her face that was creeping me the fuck out.

' God please save me from this one, please... '

I begged inwardly, as my lips trembled in fear, and before I could tell what was happening, she removed her hands around me and I felt a sharp loud and painful hit on my face.

My face fell with the impact and I staggered back.

"Holy shit..." I muttered holding my now very hot face with my hands.

" You damn bitch..." She gritted her teeth pointing her finger at me, clenching her jaw.

She looked like she was about to hit me even more, and I trembled taking a step back before she retreated.

" Just thank your fucking stars I'm not in a bad mood if not..." She trailed and I could imagine what would have happened if she was in a bad mood.

She just walked away and back to the corner before resuming her previous seat there.

My feet lost their stamina and I felt to the ground with a thud landing on my butt. I held my face with both hands as my eyes redden.

I just got slapped, on my first day in prison. I thought to myself as the tears began flowing down from my eyes.

I got arrested few hours ago, but I was already beaten up this bad... What if, just what if I was pronounced guilty by the court and was not immediately given a death sentence?

Was this how I would leave the rest of my life, in constant fear and trembling? Getting constantly beaten up?

I would just die!

I should have died.

I sobbed quietly, folding my legs together before removing my hands from my face and using it to hold them together.

" Snobby rich murder girl, don't you dare disturb me with those sobs of yours, if you do..." I couldn't hear the rest of her threat because I buried my head in my legs sobbing even harder.

Why was this happening to me?

Yes, I've never been a good person and I knew that.

But for the past few months I had been trying to change, why dis things just backfire on me like this?

And Lana was dead? I could say it serves her right and that was how I felt, but why was she haunting me even in death?

First she took David away from me and destroyed my my not so happy marriage, then she took my family from me and destroyed my relationship with the only member of the family that cared for me, just when I thought I had the upper hand, I find out that she and Ethan who I thought was my savior, had something together and she took him away from me too.

They were even about having a freaking child together!

Now even in death, she wanted to take away the last thing she could from me, my freedom or my life.

What did I ever do to deserve this? Could it be that all mh wickedness had piled up and were now crashing down on me?

I cried and cried, staying in that position for what felt like hours until my feet began to feel numb, but I still did not move.

"Hey... Hey, " I heard the clacking of the cell bars and a woman's voice shouting before I pulled my face up from between my legs to look at her.

It was one of the female officers from earlier.

Her expression immediately turned to one of sympathy as soon as she saw my face.

"You've been in here for less than two hours and you already have a scar on your pretty face..." She clicked her tongue shaking her head. " You shouldn't have committed such murder with that pretty face if you knew you couldn't handle the consequences ".

' But I didn't kill anyone ' I wanted to say, but was too weak, way too weak.

After all the promises I had made to myself not to cry because of Lana ever again, that bitch found out to still make me cry even in death.

She didn't even give me a few days to jubilate her demise, she didn't even give me up to ten seconds since I found out when I was getting arrested for it.

" Anyways, some people are looking for you". She said unlocking the cell door.