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Strange Roommates
CHAPTER 1
Gabi Hernandez placed her shampoo and other toiletries on the top shelf of the small battered locker and closed the door and turned to examine the small cell that had been her home for the past five months and probably would be for the next decade. It contained a stainless steel sink, a mirror, a toilet. two lockers on opposite sides of the room and two iron bedframes with mattresses on top of them to sleep on. She glanced at the pictures of her seventeen month old daughter Arianna Grace Horton that were taped on the wall next to her locker that was the farthest from the cell door that currently stood ajar, which was allowed during the day in Gen Pop at least. She kissed the palm of her left hand as she was left-handed and ran them over the photos as was her morning ritual. She lingered on the photo from the Fourth of July picnic in which the child who had the blond hair and fair complexion of her father Will Horton was clad in a pink bathing suit with green lace trimming gazed into the camera her hazel eyes grave. She was standing on the lap of Tad "T" Stevens one of Gabi and Will's oldest and dearest friends who had become a frequent visitor since her arrival at the Stanton Correctional Facility for Women. T wore his trademark cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on his face and mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Her other favorite picture was from just a few weeks ago when Will and his partner Sonny Kiriakis had brought Ari up for a visit and she sat on Gabi's lap smiling almost shyly wearing a floral print dress.
Gabi sighed and moved over to her bed and picked up the blue denim button up shirt that along with a gray T-shirt, and blue jeans was the official "uniform" the inmates wore in this place. The back of the shirt had DOC in large block letters and the front had a small white patch that had the numbers #1045678900 which was her official prisoner ID number and it was also printed on the ID bracelet she wore on her left wrist.
She figured that since the prison administration couldn't actually brand the inmates like cattle they figured putting the numbers on clothing and bracelets was the next best thing. She studied herself in the mirror as she slowly buttoned up her shirt, she was a stunningly beautiful young woman (although she never thought of herself that way) with large brown eyes and a naturally tanned complexion that fit her Hispanic heritage. She flipped the tresses of her jet-black hair which had cascaded down her back when she had first arrived at the prison but she recently had gotten it cut to shoulder length and was glad she did. For one thing it was far more manageable when she showered as she had just returned from the showers twenty minutes ago , plus the other inmates tended to frown on anyone who looked like they spent too much time primping which women who maintain long hair tend to look whether they actually spend a long time in front of the mirror or not. She had gotten a few sideways looks but one of the few things Nick Fallon had told her he learned about surviving life in prison is that the smart thing is stay as far under the radar as you can. She was determined to do that so the long locks had to go.
She wiped away the tears that always started to form whenever she thought of Nick, she had done what she did because she believed he had left her no choice; with his constant lies, manipulation and threats both veiled and unveiled. If she hadn't had Arianna things might have worked out differently, she might have gone off with Nick if it meant he would leave Will, Sonny, Sami and everybody else in peace. But his grasping possessiveness had started to extend to the baby and with his unpredictable and violent temper she couldn't allow Arianna anywhere near him. If she could take back her actions of May 9th 2014 she would in a heartbeat but that wasn't going to happen.
Nick was dead by her hand and there was nothing she could do about it other then pay the price the law deemed appropriate. That price included missing out on big parts of her daughter's childhood. She had no doubt Will and Sonny would keep their promise about keeping her "apart of Arianna's life" as much as they could but that didn't change the fact countless moments like birthdays, holidays and other memories Arianna would have would be permanently marred by the fact that her mother wasn't there for them. That thought broke her heart.
She sighed and tried to shake such thoughts from her mind and studied herself in the mirror once more. She marveled at the fact that she had graduated from high school only three years ago. In that amount of time she had become a teen model, wife, divorcee (well her marriage to Nick had been annulled but she didn't know if annullee was actually a term), mother and convict and she was still four months shy of her twenty-second birthday. She felt at least twenty years older and was genuinely surprised she didn't look it.
"Attention," a gruff voice announced over the prison's PA system, "the following inmates have visitors and are to report to the main courtyard within the next ten minutes: Kristina Adamson, Caroline Evans, Maryanne Forbes, Gabriella Hernandez,...." There were several other names mentioned after hers but Gabi tuned them out as she rushed out of her cell and towards the door at the opposite end of her cell block where a guard stood and already waved a couple of the other women called through. Gabi had been at Stanton long enough to be allowed free reign through most of the prison grounds but inmates were always escorted to and from the visitors center by a guard or guards usually in groups of eight to ten. This was done to keep possible contraband from being smuggled into or out of prison grounds. Prisoners were required to gather in the courtyard where they were frisked and scanned with metal detectors.
CHAPTER 1
Gabi Hernandez placed her shampoo and other toiletries on the top shelf of the small battered locker and closed the door and turned to examine the small cell that had been her home for the past five months and probably would be for the next decade. It contained a stainless steel sink, a mirror, a toilet. two lockers on opposite sides of the room and two iron bedframes with mattresses on top of them to sleep on. She glanced at the pictures of her seventeen month old daughter Arianna Grace Horton that were taped on the wall next to her locker that was the farthest from the cell door that currently stood ajar, which was allowed during the day in Gen Pop at least. She kissed the palm of her left hand as she was left-handed and ran them over the photos as was her morning ritual. She lingered on the photo from the Fourth of July picnic in which the child who had the blond hair and fair complexion of her father Will Horton was clad in a pink bathing suit with green lace trimming gazed into the camera her hazel eyes grave. She was standing on the lap of Tad "T" Stevens one of Gabi and Will's oldest and dearest friends who had become a frequent visitor since her arrival at the Stanton Correctional Facility for Women. T wore his trademark cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on his face and mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Her other favorite picture was from just a few weeks ago when Will and his partner Sonny Kiriakis had brought Ari up for a visit and she sat on Gabi's lap smiling almost shyly wearing a floral print dress.
Gabi sighed and moved over to her bed and picked up the blue denim button up shirt that along with a gray T-shirt, and blue jeans was the official "uniform" the inmates wore in this place. The back of the shirt had DOC in large block letters and the front had a small white patch that had the numbers #1045678900 which was her official prisoner ID number and it was also printed on the ID bracelet she wore on her left wrist.
She figured that since the prison administration couldn't actually brand the inmates like cattle they figured putting the numbers on clothing and bracelets was the next best thing. She studied herself in the mirror as she slowly buttoned up her shirt, she was a stunningly beautiful young woman (although she never thought of herself that way) with large brown eyes and a naturally tanned complexion that fit her Hispanic heritage. She flipped the tresses of her jet-black hair which had cascaded down her back when she had first arrived at the prison but she recently had gotten it cut to shoulder length and was glad she did. For one thing it was far more manageable when she showered as she had just returned from the showers twenty minutes ago , plus the other inmates tended to frown on anyone who looked like they spent too much time primping which women who maintain long hair tend to look whether they actually spend a long time in front of the mirror or not. She had gotten a few sideways looks but one of the few things Nick Fallon had told her he learned about surviving life in prison is that the smart thing is stay as far under the radar as you can. She was determined to do that so the long locks had to go.
She wiped away the tears that always started to form whenever she thought of Nick, she had done what she did because she believed he had left her no choice; with his constant lies, manipulation and threats both veiled and unveiled. If she hadn't had Arianna things might have worked out differently, she might have gone off with Nick if it meant he would leave Will, Sonny, Sami and everybody else in peace. But his grasping possessiveness had started to extend to the baby and with his unpredictable and violent temper she couldn't allow Arianna anywhere near him. If she could take back her actions of May 9th 2014 she would in a heartbeat but that wasn't going to happen.
Nick was dead by her hand and there was nothing she could do about it other then pay the price the law deemed appropriate. That price included missing out on big parts of her daughter's childhood. She had no doubt Will and Sonny would keep their promise about keeping her "apart of Arianna's life" as much as they could but that didn't change the fact countless moments like birthdays, holidays and other memories Arianna would have would be permanently marred by the fact that her mother wasn't there for them. That thought broke her heart.
She sighed and tried to shake such thoughts from her mind and studied herself in the mirror once more. She marveled at the fact that she had graduated from high school only three years ago. In that amount of time she had become a teen model, wife, divorcee (well her marriage to Nick had been annulled but she didn't know if annullee was actually a term), mother and convict and she was still four months shy of her twenty-second birthday. She felt at least twenty years older and was genuinely surprised she didn't look it.
"Attention," a gruff voice announced over the prison's PA system, "the following inmates have visitors and are to report to the main courtyard within the next ten minutes: Kristina Adamson, Caroline Evans, Maryanne Forbes, Gabriella Hernandez,...." There were several other names mentioned after hers but Gabi tuned them out as she rushed out of her cell and towards the door at the opposite end of her cell block where a guard stood and already waved a couple of the other women called through. Gabi had been at Stanton long enough to be allowed free reign through most of the prison grounds but inmates were always escorted to and from the visitors center by a guard or guards usually in groups of eight to ten. This was done to keep possible contraband from being smuggled into or out of prison grounds. Prisoners were required to gather in the courtyard where they were frisked and scanned with metal detectors.
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