Abigail
Which was worse, prison or hospital? I couldn't decide. They both reeked of bleach and antiseptic. They both gave me the creeps. Why were their walls all painted white as well?
Heck, even their seats were hard against my ass. I sat in the cold waiting room, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, staring at the scuffed floor.
They checked me like a thousand times before letting me into the waiting room; you'd think I was here to see the president. They had even checked me with a metal detector!
What did they think I would do exactly? Slip Victoria a bobby pin to escape?
I would rather free Alicia Duke, and that was saying a lot, because I would never free her. I'm just saying, if I had a gun to my head and had to choose between Skinny Lee and Crazy Victoria, I'd take the bullet.
After the guards had checked my ID twice, I was led in here, where I waited behind the glass, my heart hammering with a mix of rage and nerves.
