Emma.


    limp slowly towards my cell. Prison is hell, that’s for sure. My job is to prove the innocent and send


    criminals to prison. I never thought that I would one day end up here.


    I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I arrived here about two weeks ago. It’s like the moment I walked


    into the cell, I was an enemy to all the inmates. For some reason, they hated me, and they proved just


    how much they did.


    In the back of my mind, I know this is all Rowan’s doing. I should never have crossed him. I should never


    have underestimated what he felt for Ava. The Rowan I knew. My Rowan. He would never have hurt me.


    He would never have done anything to cause me pain.


    It’s safe to say that the boy I loved and treasured all these years is long gone. The boy I fell in love with


    was nowhere in sight. In his ce was a cold–hearted man who would hurt me because I dared to cross


    Ava.


    I sigh as I finally get to my cell. I was tired and worn out. I haven’t had a decent shower or meal since I


    stepped into this ce.


    Every time I was given a meal, one of my cellmates would either knock it out of my hands, spit on it, or


    forcefully take it from me. I’ve barely had enough food to keep a dog alive these past two weeks.


    As for the shower, most of the time they would just push me out of the cubicles before I could shower. It


    was all horrifying and terrifying at the same time. All I wanted was to go home, but I’m not even sure


    that’s possible anymore.


    “Look” Joy, one of the meaner inmates says. “Our bitch princess is back”


    Whoever her mother is, was wrong about naming her joy. There was nothing joyous about Joy. She


    didn’t bring joy or happiness to those around her. Instead, she brought nothing but misery


    I can’t tell her that, though. Thest time I tried standing up for myself, I ended up with a ck eye. I’m


    really not in the mood to go through that again. The woman was solid as a fucking rock. She had the


    build of a man, so you can imagine how much it fucking hurt when she hit me.


    Instead of answering, I remain quiet. It usually doesn’t work, but I still think that keeping my head down


    andying low is the best course of action.


    I try to maneuver around her so that I can go to my bed but she blocks my path.


    “I’m talking to you bitch” she snarls right before she shoves me.


    I wasn’t prepared for it and because of my hurt leg, I fall on my butt hard. The pain that shoots from my


    tail bone and through my spine is intense. Biting my lips, I stop myself from whimpering. It wouldn’t do


    me


    good to show any weakness.


    I try to get up, but it’s nearly impossible, especially with my leg. I twisted it when another inmate tripped


    me as I was heading to sit at a table in the cafeteria. When I fell, nobody helped me up. Instead, all of


    them just pointed fingers whileughing as I was wallowing in pain.


    I bit my lips even harder to stop myself from crying. The nurse had told me that my ankle would heal


    better if I rested it and avoided more damage to it. That was now impossible, given that I fell at an


    awkward angle again.


    “The idiot still thinks she’s something,” B, another inmate, says. “She doesn’t realize that in here she’s


    nothing, just like the rest of us.”


    I don’t look up. Instead, I just focus on my ankle. It was now red and swollen. Maybe after they leave me


    alone, I can go back to the nurse and have her look at it.


    I was so focused on my leg that I didn’t notice the two women closing in on me. I was taken by surprise


    when one of them grabbed my hair in a tight grip. This time, I don’t hold back. I let out a painful and


    shocked gasp.


    “Please leave me alone” I stammer, feeling so tired and drained.


    I knew I should have just kept quiet because Joy smiles cruelly right before she ps me hard across the


    face. She raises her palm again and I raise my hands to try to deflect her another of her p.


    “What the hell is going on here?” the booming voice makes them step away from me in fear.


    I fold into myself. Shaking like a damn leaf. I honestly don’t know how long I can keep this up. The


    people here were out to get me and I was afraid that I would eventually end up dead.


    “Nothing, we were just having some fun. Weren’t we Emma?” B says with a fake smile.


    I don’t answer. We all knew that nothing they were doing to me was fun.


    “Get up Emma, you’reing with me”


    I don’t argue. It was probably Travis who hade to visit. I struggle, but eventually I manage to get up


    and follow the warden out.


    Today is your lucky day,” she says as we walk.


    instead of answering, I just snorted. There was definitely nothing lucky about today


    When we get to a private room, she opens the door, revealing Travis. The tears I was holding begin


    falling


    down my cheek as I rush to him. Well, wobble is more like it.


    He takes me into his arms and hugs me, making me feel safe. I let out my pain and frustration. All the


    anger and hurt. I cry into his chest until I have no more tears to shed.


    “It’s okay, little sis, I’m here to take you home,” he whispersfortingly in my ear.


    At first, his words didn’t register, but when they did, I lifted my head from his chest and just stared at him.


    “Really? How did you do it?” I ask.


    We had tried everything. I had tried everything. Nothing worked and no one was willing to go against


    Rowan. For the first time in my life I witnessed firsthand how ruthless and bloodthirsty Rowan could be.


    “I talked to Ava and asked her to have a word with Rowan,” he shrugs. “At first, I didn’t think that she


    would, given how cold she was towards me, but today I was called to pick up your release papers. The


    judge said that Rowan was doing this as a favor for his wife.”


    I just nod my head. I honestly don’t care if Ava talked on my behalf. As long as I was free, it didn’t matter


    at all.


    After that I’m taken to the office and I’m asked to sign some documents. Then I’m given a chance to


    shower after which everything including the clothes I was wearing the day I was arrested are given back


    to me. When I’m done, I meet up with Travis and together we walk out of the prison.


    It feels so fucking great to see the outside. To breathe in the cool and fresh air.


    I give the building onest look. Being there has opened my eyes to a lot of things.


    It’s time to ept that Rowan is no longer mine. If he can go to such great lengths to hurt me because I


    hurt Ava, then I need to ept defeat. I may have had his heart once, but it no longer beats for me. It


    was hard to swallow the bitter pill, but i had no choice. I can no longer hold on to something that is dead


    and


    gone.


    Rowan is my past, and he has probably been for a very long time. It was time to move on. It was time to


    acknowledge that we were probably never meant to be end game.


    As that truth settles into my soul, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.


    I gel into the car with Travis. He drives off, and I smile, feeling like the chains around me had been


    What I didn’t notice was that an enemy was also smiling. One that was plotting against me. What none of


    us noticed was the enemy that was nning to ruin my life.