Prison Nation (32 page)

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Authors: Jenni Merritt

The officer shook his head.

I will call if I need back-up.” Carl shot the officer a dark look, his jaw clenching. The officer still hadn’t moved. “I said, you three are excused.”
The officer gritted his teeth together, then nodded and quickly headed back to his parked patrol car. The two behind us joined him. We watched as they pulled away down the road, their lights still flashing as they disappeared into the distance.
My eyes slowly moved back.
Carl was smiling at me.

Hello, Millie,” he said in a mockingly sweet voice.
Carl walked up to us, hands resting lightly on his utility belt. His eyes trailed over to Reed, taking him in with a smirk. I could hear Reed suck in an angry breath. He knew. He knew this was the guard. There was no way he could doubt it.
Carl chuckled, then suddenly raised his gun and smacked the butt hard on Reed’s head. A small groan escaped Reed’s throat before he toppled down to the paved road.

No!” I screamed. I fought against the cuffs, but they were holding my arms too tightly behind my back. “No, no, no!”

Come on, Millie,” Carl said, his fingers locking down on my tensed arm. “Let’s go catch up.”

 

22
 

 

T
he shadows of the alley loomed ahead.
Carl dragged me toward the alley where his white patrol car waited, my feet constantly stumbling and tripping beneath me. As we passed Eddie, my nose filled with the coppery smell of his blood. It stung my senses, bringing tears to my eyes. I watched him, hoping to see his fingers twitch or eyelids flutter. He didn’t move.
The world had gone quiet. There was no laughter. No happy sighs. No soft voices. All that echoed now was the crunch of our feet on the littered street, Carl’s lofty breath, my grunt as he shoved me into the car and slammed the door shut. Most patrol cars had some sort of barrier between the officers and the criminals. Carl’s didn’t. As he climbed into the driver seat, he reached back and patted my leg, smirking at me before revving the engine and backing out of the alley into the sun.
I felt my head try to turn to look behind us. I knew Eddie lay there, motionless and gone. That just beyond him, motionless in a crumpled mess on the ground, lay Reed. I couldn’t turn my head to look. I couldn’t bear the thought that he too wouldn’t be moving, that he too may be gone to a place I couldn’t free him. All I could do was stare ahead.

Oh Millie, what trouble you have caused,” Carl said, his voice casual and teasing. “There I was, keeping my eye on you as you picked those stupid apples and bought pretty new clothes, then suddenly you decide it wasn’t good enough for you. You just had to try and leave. You really don’t like to follow orders, do you.”
It didn’t sound like a question. His voice had turned hard and cold, the laughter slowly bleeding away. I didn’t answer. Squirming in my seat, I tried to ease the pain in my shoulders from the cuffs that held my wrists tight behind me.

If it wasn’t for those inmates sticking up for you, and that stupid young night guard, you would be back where you belong and I would have my way. But no,” Carl spat toward the empty passenger seat. “No, I was the one over-reacting. I was the one who ‘needed a break.’ Even that Dr. Eriks stopped helping me. She thinks I have lost it.” An angry laugh rumbled from his lips, his shoulders barely shaking. “And there you are, picking apples and falling for the first dirt born brat you run across. It is disgusting.”
The car rolled slowly down the old road, passing each boarded up building and hanging street sign without pausing. Carl stared straight ahead, his shoulders stiff. I could see his face in the small rearview mirror, his eyes intense as they stared at the road ahead of us.

I get what I want,” he continued, his voice growing more intense. “You can’t run away in the night and expect that to change. I have my plans, Millie, and you will not mess them up. That piece of crap lying in the road back there sure as hell won’t mess them up.” Carl finally glanced into the mirror, his eyes locking onto mine. “If only you knew what I have planned for him. Life in prison isn’t good enough. No, I have great plans for your little love back there, Millie.”
I didn’t think. I didn’t pause or question what I was doing. I lunged forward. My body flew over the seat, my shoulder slamming into Carl with all of my weight. Carl yelled out, his hands suddenly cranking the wheel to the right.
The car veered roughly. Our bodies slammed into each other again, my shoulder flaring in pain as it hit the front dash. I could hear the crash before I felt it. The unmistakable crunch of metal as it bent in, meeting with the concrete wall of the old building in front of us, followed by the slow hiss of leaking air.
The impact threw me back, my body slamming roughly into the worn seat. All of the air knocked out of me, leaving me to gasp in ragged breaths. I could hear the crunch as Carl’s body slammed into the door. Chancing a look over, I saw his shoulder pushed up against the door at a bad angle, his head bleeding where it had hit the glass. Carl blinked, the blood dripping into his dazed eyes.
I turned my back to the door and anxiously felt for the metal handle. My fingers groped along the plastic, desperation building inside as I watched Carl blink harder. Finally my fingers slid along the handle’s cool surface. I pulled. The door swung open and my body toppled out, landing painfully on the ground.
Struggling to my feet, I blinked the dirt out of my eyes and tried to get my bearings. My whole body ached. Nothing felt broken, but I could feel the pain of deep bruises along my arm and back. I finally cleared my vision and took a shaky step forward.
A hand clamped down on my bruised arm. I cried out in pain, my knees buckling underneath me as Carl dragged me backwards across the road. I tried to dig my heels into the ground to slow him. It didn’t help.
Carl pulled me up a few cement steps. He stopped long enough to kick in an old wooden door, then pushed me inside and slammed the broken door behind us. My eyes took a moment to adjust in the now dim light. The windows were all carefully boarded over, only letting thin streams of the sunlight to filter in.
To my left was a desk, its surface covered in dust and cracks. Behind it leaned a row of old metal filing cabinets. Everything was covered in the same thick dust. My eyes scanned the rest of the room, coming to a rest on the only remaining wall.
The opposite wall was lined with bars.
Carl turned a key in my handcuffs. They fell to the ground, clanging loudly. Without saying anything, he shoved me into the nearest open cell. I stumbled forward, barely catching myself as I fell to the ground. As I turned, I saw him wipe a stream of blood from his face, the open gash on his forehead still dripping. His chest heaved with angry gasps.

Amazing little building, don’t you think?” Carl hissed, standing in the small opening of the cell. “Once the Nation rose, they put these all over the place. Holding houses they called them. There was no need for small jails anymore. All those criminals were going to the same place.” Carl ran a finger down the rusted bars. “All they needed were these holding houses, until prison transport could come and whisk away the evil doers.”
I scooted myself back against the cold wall. An image of Maria, battered and almost naked as she huddled in the corner, flashed through my mind. I drew my knees up to my chest.

Don’t worry, Millie,” Carl said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” A thin smile spread on his face. He straightened his back, wincing in pain as he tried to roll his injured shoulder back. His arm hanged limply at his side, fingers barely moving.

How did you find me?” I managed to ask.
Carl’s smile widened. “I never lost you.” He leaned on the bars, his arms crossing loosely over his armored chest. “You didn’t think that that bracelet was just for looks, did you?”
I glanced down at the metal bracelet that hung loosely from my wrist. Carl pulled the small device from his belt, the same one all of the guards carried, and casually tossed it from hand to hand. “This is called an ELIS. Electronic Location and Identity Scanner. Your pretty little bracelet there has a chip in it with all of your information on it. This,” he said, tapping the ELIS, “not only knows exactly who you are, but can find you too. You should have listened to your boyfriend when he said he didn’t like it.”
I felt like an idiot. I should have known there was more to this bracelet than my name scratched into its surface. All those years of it being scanned daily, and it had never registered in my mind.
I had given us away. We had been stopped because of me. Eddie had died, because of me. Reed… I shut my eyes tight, trying to breath.
Carl hit a button on the ELIS. A small orange light started to blink. “This will notify my back up. They will be here soon, to gather the criminal and his dead accomplice outside, and escort them to their sentences.” He let out a low growl. “I cannot wait to be at that hearing.”
Carl tucked the ELIS back into his belt.

Now, Millie, we need to talk.” He crossed his arms loosely across his chest, wincing again in pain. “I gave you some advice, and you didn’t listen, did you.”
I shook my head.

Do you think that made me happy?” he asked.
I shook my head again.

I like you, Millie. I like your spirit. Your brains. Your…” His eyes scanned me a moment. “I like your looks. And I have told you before: I get what I want.”
Carl moved closer. “I like Prison Babies. The best citizens are those born afraid. And boy, are those babies afraid. They will do anything to be the good and the strong. Anything.” He took another step. I could smell his sweat, tinged with hot blood. “So tell me, my little Jail Baby, are you scared?”
I clenched my eyes shut again, my body aching. I could feel his breath near me. The heat of his body was oppressing as it burned too close. I tried to scoot away, but the wall held me where I crouched. Carl chuckled in my ear.

I believe in this Nation,” he whispered. “I like this Nation. It gives the good what they deserve. And the scum what they have coming to them. Scum like your parents, Millie. And that stupid, stupid guard who tried to help you escape.”
My eyes flicked open. Carl had knelt right next to me, his face only a few inches away from mine. I could smell the sweat on his skin.

Oh, don’t worry,” he said, the smile spreading once again on his face. “He won’t have any trouble from me. He’s not worth my time. I know he gave you something. What was it?” I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer. Carl chuckled, his voice low and too close. “Doesn’t matter. I will figure it out.”

What do you want?” I asked.

What do I want?” Carl sat back in mock shock, his hand rising to cup my cheek. “I have already told you Millie. I want you.”

Why?” My voice shook, despite my effort to keep it even.

Think of it as… an obsession. I just can’t keep my eyes off of you.” He leaned close again, barely brushing his lips against my cheek. “Just like my uncles and father just couldn’t keep their eyes off your mother. So, so long ago.”

My…” The realization struck me, churning my stomach and freezing my breath.
Carl nodded slowly, his hand tightening around my cheek. Fire lit dangerously behind his blue eyes. “Your crazy mother killed my father. She killed him! And now she plays the part of the poor, insane criminal who was only defending herself. And your father…” Carl sighed, patting my cheek. “When I found out they were in Spokane, I had to transfer there. I had to find the scum that had killed my family. Little did I expect you.”
Carl tightened his hand down around my chin. A gasp of pain escaped my lips. With a grunt, he lifted me up and slammed me against the bars of the small cell. Pain shot up my back as the bars dug into me. His hand tightly held my chin, keeping me standing on my toes.

It is all so perfect,” he hissed out. “Your stupid parents take away my family. And now, now I get to have theirs.” Carl pushed close, his lips almost brushing my cheek again. “It helps that you are already such a catch as it is. Would have been a pity if you were ugly.”

Your… uncles…” I squeezed out, trying to bite back the pain that now shot through my entire body. “Your father. They were monsters. You don’t even know what they −”

Shut up!” Carl yelled. “Do you think I haven’t heard those rumors? Do you really think I am that ignorant, Millie?” He pushed me against the bars again. I could feel tears sting my eyes. “Lies. Those are all lies. The Nation captured the criminals. Alan and Leann Summers. The criminals that gave birth to you.”
He pushed me once more before backing away a step. I gasped for breath. My entire body shook. I could feel the bars still imprinted on my back, the spots where they had dug in now tender and throbbing. Carl swayed a moment, his hand reaching up to hold his forehead. New blood ran down his face, his anger boiling it to the surface in deep red gushes.

I will have you,” Carl hissed. “That boy out there won’t. That stupid, naïve guard won’t. No one else will. I own you! Do you understand?”

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