Amelia POV
I am staring at the magazine that has just been delivered to the prison mates. My eyes filled with tears.
It's Daniel with Ashley, smiling eye to eye as they pose for the camera, her proud baby bump showing.
While mine is dead.
It's been three days, three days in jail.
Three days without anyone coming to visit or talk to me.
Not even Benita, who broke the news to me.
It's just like I never existed; I never communicated with anyone; I had no significance whatsoever to the world.
“You would have killed him when you had the chance," Rebecca says as she squats beside me, her uniform smelling of sweat and urine.
She is one of my cellmates. The only sane one that seems normal.
The rest are just there, talking to themselves; one keeps on hitting their head against the wall and muttering. "Edward, I am so sorry."
I turn to her to close the news later.
"What?"She shrugs,
“I know who you are. Amelia Forbes. The girl who fell for the handsome devil who never loved you back.
Heard you knew it was one-sided and stayed because you wanted money. Which is fiat, by the way.
The world out there is so hard to make a living, which is why I feel it is okay if you want him to fuck you and love you as long as you stay wealthy."I shook my head, trying to understand where this was coming from..
“Who told you?”
“They are gossiping around Amelia. The whole cell knows about you. And I don't think he would let you out anytime soon.
Which is why you would have killed him. At least you would know that they are sentencing you for murder, just like me."I sat upright, looking at Rebecca.
She looked a little bit older than me, probably in her thirties, looking so innocent, with beautiful blue, heartwarming eyes.
“You are here for murder?”
”Yeah, I killed my husband. Looked handsome like the man you loved. He did not cheat; he did something worse."
“What was that?” I asked.
“He was a trafficker. I got pregnant three times and gave birth, but he would say the baby was dead. He was selling my babies to some mafia lord for money. He did it so well that I never suspected. Imagine mourning your dead children and asking God why when your husband is responsible. So when I found out, I killed him myself. And I am not sorry."
Tears welled up in my eyes; I could not imagine myself having such a husband.
Daniel was bad, but this was worse. Or maybe they were the same.
These three days here have been hell. I have lost count of the times I have vomited day after day, hour after hour, and the cramps from the miscarriage come often.
Two hours' interval, sharp, like they were cutting inside of me.
I would cry and scream and nobody would help. Absolutely nobody. They would just look at me and walk past.
These cramps were so bad. Sometimes I wished I had died.
“I am so sorry," I whispered.
She nodded, a fake smile on her face. “I am sorry too. Sorry for what I am about to do to you."
With that, she stood up and kicked me in my stomach, just the exact spot where the pain usually settled.
“Arrgh!” I scream, rolling on the floor, holding my tummy.
“What did I…” I am cut short by another kick.
One of the cellmates walks toward me and drags me by my hair, slapping me as Rebecca keeps on hitting me.
The one that kept whispering rushed towards me and jumped on me, her full weight settling on me.
She pushed her hands inside my mouth and then hit me, blow after blow.
“Please…” I beg, my mouth dripping with blood. They don't stop; they just continue, hitting, kicking, and pulling.
Slowly my body becomes heavy, my voice too tired to beg, and tears have already dried from my tear bank.
There is nothing left to do. Some parts of my body become numb, places like my stomach and my jaw.
I mistakenly bite something, something hard. I spit it out.
It's my tooth. A broken one.
“What did I ever do?” I ask Rebecca, staring at them in one of my eyes, and becoming too heavy, I am so sure they are about to close.
She stops kicking me; slowly they all stop, looking at me. Rebecca squats beside me; she reaches out for my face, and I flinch immediately.
She drags my blood-stained hair out of my face “I told you, Amelia. You would have killed him when he had the chance. What did you think?”
She asks as she fetches me a mirror to look at my face.
I scream, or maybe groan because I can't call that a scream.
My whole face is filled with blood, my eyes swollen. “Did you think that he would let you leave? Egoist men can let anyone go but not people who play with their ego. And that is what you did. You would have killed him when you had the chance. Why? Because he would kill you."She stands up and snatches the mirror away from me; she picks up the magazine I was looking at and raises it. Daniel and Ashley face showing.
“He sent us,” she whispered and threw it at my face.
He sent us.
Those words keep on repeating themselves in my head, even after they had all gone to their various beds, leaving me alone in the center of the cell, writhing with pain, coughing out loud.
He sent them an effect.
He took my baby from me, took my life from me, and took my joy from me. He sent them.
To beat the crap out of me.
Hot liquid trickles down my legs; I sit up with so much effort and look at it; it's blood. I am bleeding again.
“Amelia Forbes!” The prison warden called. I sat up and turned to the woman, raising my shaky hands.
I opened my mouth to say something but felt blood flowing down my throat. She looks at me, her eyes.
Softens with pity. “You are leaving this cell. To another one. We received complaints that you tried to be violent with Rebecca, and she beat you. Serves you right, you cheating godly digger”
"No...no." My words are even too low; my eyes mix with the blood, the salty, sharp taste settling on my tongue.
I look at Rebecca once more; she turns her back.
The police warden walks in and places the handcuffs on my hands, dragging me even with the turmoil that is boiling within me, and walking me to the car.
They drive me instantly, taking me to God knows where.
I can still feel the blood dripping down my body; I can still feel itching and smelling, yet my hands are.
I can't even do anything. I stare at myself in the mirror, ashamed to look at myself.
Look at what I have become. All because I liked a boy.
Midway I noticed something. The men beside me are wearing black; they are dressed like the police, but they don't have the badges.
They are not the police.
I rush to the other side of the car. "Let me go!” I scream.
They come to a halt after driving for a while and open the car.
My heart races. Are they going to kill me? I know for a fact that this is definitely Daniel's work.
It has to be him.“Where are you taking me to? Please let me go. I am innocent” I beg.
They climbed out of the car, doors opened. The driver comes to the front of the car, the road is so narrow and lonely, and I am sure that.
If I screamed with my whole voice, no one would hear me.
He pulls out a gun, points it at me, who is sticking at the back seat, tears standing in his eyes, and is handcuffed.
I close my eyes, my heart slamming against my rib cage. I am definitely going to die.
There is nothing out. A loud thud exploded through the air.
Another one and then that one. Nothing happens to me. I open my eyes; they are no longer standing there.
I look around, searching for what happened.
Did they leave me here to die? Are they going to kill me, or what would happen?
Did they leave me here to die alone or what?
I climb out of the car, looking around.
Someone covers my mouth from behind, stifling my scream.
Slowly, my eyes become too heavy to stay awake, my body too weak to even move.
I can feel myself moving if someone is carrying me.
Another loud explosion again; smoke fills my nostrils.
And I wonder. If I am alive or dead or maybe both….