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After two days in the ‘hole’, ‘rubber room’, whatever u wanna call it, I prefer hell! We were sent back to general population with all the lovely ladies of Hopkins county. Gina and I were put in a room together and locked off from population once again,but the others could walk the halls and peer in and talk to us. BUT we did have 1 bed (a hard slab sticking out of the wall)2 mats which smelled like ass and cigars! A toilet, a sink, and a gimpy shower. We didn’t have bars, we had a solid door and walls with a tray hole.
For the first two hours we constantly seen pair after pair of eyeballs staring at the fresh meat! “What you need? I can get it for you!!” They would say. I needed the fuck outta there! They couldn’t swing that one though!
Gina was still a sqawlin’ ass idiot who i was already to hang by any means possible just to shut her the fuck up!
Reality was about to set in for me I guess. I had been in a daze. In the rubber room for 2 days,and now for 2 days in this room where u know we couldn’t get out and go to the day room and hang out with the other girls, not that I wanted to, but hell…….U know on occasion a couple of girls would stop by the tray hole and say hi and say here is a few smokes i know this is hard on you. Our light bulb had blown the first day there and they just left us in our cell for two days in the dark. We were given 3 meals a day and they were eaten best in the dark, believe me! unsweet tea was always served in these tall plastic glasses that would not fit thru the tray hole. It took poor Gina forevah to figure out to put your hand on top of it and turn it sideways to get it in. lmaoooo it was very entertaining to watch!
I wondered what had become of our friend Jim and a girl named Jackie was on work duty there and said she would ask around about him. Later on that day she returned with a note from him saying he was still there and plus about a million I AM SO SORRY written all over it. He said he had called his brother and he was trying to come up with some money to get us all out……Our bond was set at TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS EACH!!!
I had called My cousin Marie and told her to get money from somebody at the juke, but DO NOT CALL MY DADDY!
Well i get a note from the guards that says call this number it is urgent. It was my home phone number……………….my heart sank, it was my Dad and I knew it……………………………………..I could have thought of a million and one ways of torture I would have gladly endured to keep from having to call him and hear the sound of his broken disappointed heart voice. I was SO ashamed of myself he was the ONE I did care what he thought. That walk to the phone and I could hear my heart pounding and it was so hard to breath. Tears streamed down my face as i dialed the number and I don’t think I even said my name when the recording asked for it, I just sobbed.
In an instant he said “hello?”and i fell to pieces right there. He was patient and gave me time to get it together a little bit and he said “Baby I love you and don’t EVER think you have gone too far and you can’t call me, I will always be here for you!”
OMG did I ugly cry for real! He got nothing else outta me for the entire call because i was just a blubbering retard sounding fool.
MY Daddy loved me and I felt SOOOOOOOOoo unworthy!…………………………………………………

        
        
        
        
        

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