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“Don’t worry about that.” He pushed the pillow toward me again. “Just take it.”

“Okay,” I said softly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m on duty until 9 a.m., so let me know if you need anything.”

I nodded and gave him a soft smile. He returned the gesture before turning to continue his rounds. We had been stealing glances at each other since I arrived. He would do little things like this and ask me if I was okay whenever he saw me. He didn’t realize it, but I needed that. Those small acts of kindness meant the world to me, and I was finally a little lighter thanks to him and now to my cellmate, Niecey. Regardless, I still wanted to get out of here. This wasn’t supposed to be my life.

CHAPTER 6

Officer Legend

NOVEMBER 9, 2022

For the past two years, I’ve exercised pure restraint. Inmate Kingsley and I have bonded over this time, and I knew I probably should keep my distance, but it’s hard when you have the chance to be in the presence of a woman like her.

My good behavior was because of the meds I was taking, but just like clockwork, whenever I found a dose that worked with me, not against my schizophrenia, it didn’t seem to work anymore after using it for a longer period.

I’ve been pretending she was just another inmate, even though I knew it was far from the truth, or at least that’s what my mind told me. Sometimes there was a thin line between what was real and what wasn’t, but I knew she was real and that how I felt was real.

It’s gotten to the point where I find myself volunteering for shifts where she worked in the library. It felt like an itch I couldn’t scratch, and it was driving me crazy. I have never crossed a personal boundary with her yet, but internally, I’ve crossed every line imaginable. I was addicted to the sound of her voice, her laugh, and how soft her skin was. Not to mention, baby girl was stacked and blessed by the highest.

I didn’t mean for that to happen, but it was as if she had a pull over people. It wasn’t just me, either. Other officers and a few other inmates felt it too.

Everyone started calling her Sweets or Sweetness because of her caring, gentle personality. She was also known for her singing. If words could be tasted, hers would be sweet and soft, like cotton candy, when she sang.

She was no longer the scared twenty-something who had arrived years earlier. Instead, she was tougher, yet still gentle. Prison had hardened her. She no longer backed down when confronted directly. She stopped seeking help from others, a change that became evident after she completed the first year of her sentence.

She’d earned respect from the few fights she had. Fortunately, her fights happened while I was present, and I made sure she didn’t get into trouble because I didn’t want her punishment to affect her sentencing.

She was also smarter than your average inmate. During her shift in the library, other inmates would come to her for help with their legal paperwork.

Honestly, she was a breath of fresh air in here.

I noticed that, of all the inmates Justice interacted with, she had become close friends with her cellmate. They would always be laughing in a corner or passing notes when they thought no one was looking, but I noticed.

They called her Niecey, but I called her Owens. She was three years older than Kingsley. I heard she had a man back home, but the way she looked at Kingsley made me wonder if they were more than friends. Whenever I came around, Owens would roll her eyes and turn up her nose at me.

I’m sure she heard about my reputation for fucking around with inmates. A few inmates were bold enough to ask me, but I never gave them an answer. I didn’t owe them shit, especially since I wasn’t trying to fuck any of them.

I watched Justice be disappointed again because, while other inmates received mail from their families, she didn’t. She was devastated. She’d been in here for two years, and it was rare for her to receive mail. After getting to know her, I learned her father constantly disappointed her.

I knew that guy on the outside, not like that, though, but enough to know he was hiding out. But it wasn’t my place to tell her. Her father was known on the streets as Slick, and word was that Slick took off with the finest shit on the street. The thing no one knew was that I was the one who told him to do the shit. I didn’t know he had a daughter, so when I first met Justice, the connection didn’t click until I learned more about the drugs she got caught with and looked in her file to learn that her address was one I was familiar with. I had gathered blackmail on Slick, but I still never knew about Justice. He did a good job keeping her a secret.

Later that evening, I pulled Kingsley aside for a chat since everyone was having two-hour rec time outside.

“Kingsley!” I put on my no-nonsense tone.

Her head snapped toward me, a confused look on her pretty-ass face. I was ready to lay it all out for her because I was tired of having blue balls for the past two years. Her vibe was so damn attractive, and I couldn’t stay away from her. Hopefully, once I got a taste, I could go on my way.

“Hey, Officer Legend.” She looked around. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes. I, ughhh.” I suddenly started feeling nervous. “Just walk with me.”

“Um, okay, sure.”

We started walking alongside the basketball court and exited through the gate as we headed toward the wood shop building. It was small, with one entrance and one exit. I knew there were no classes for the rest of the day, so I knew we’d have privacy. I wasn’t sure how far she’d allow us to go, but I had to see it through.

As we made it closer to the wood shop, her feet slowed down. She nervously looked around. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to signal help or to make sure no one was watching us. I wasn’t worried because I made sure that only the guards I fucked with were on duty when I decided to approach her.