Chapter Sixty One

Bella's POV

A cold wind blew strands of my blonde hair that  completely interrupted my sleep to my face and jerked me fully awake. I felt cold metal bars touch my skin lightly, and sent me shivering in the cold.

"All of you, wake up! Time for duty!" A woman yelled as she hit a little stick against a metal plate, her plump body bulging out in the uniform as I stared at her, my hair covering half my face and eye bags making me look like I was in a raccoon fight.

I opened my eyes slowly and felt my head heavy, my eyes burdened with tears. I rubbed the back of my palms to my eyes, clearing my vision properly. A cursory look earned my eyes a look at the other inmates, stretching. I lingered my eyes once more and found the source of the sly wind on my face earlier. A lady kept waving a piece of carton in the air, probably drying the wet shirt that was hung just by the side of my bed.

I walked down the stairs of the bunk and stood by a corner, alone.

I noticed the setting, the somewhat organized cell. Three metal bunk beds stood at each corner of the room and the door on the spare space. There was a little window, leading to the next cell. Though the paint was almost completely scratched off, it looked better than I expected jail to be. But I never expected myself to be in jail. Having a prison record. Oh, God.......

The other inmates just engaged in their stuff and I couldn't help but notice a lady with a bunch of tattoos all over her body. Not to talk of the piercings.

I scrunched my nose and folded my arms against my chest, thinking about my life, my future, my family, and everything.

Poor shame, Bella. Poor shame.

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"Mr. Luke Belgravia has been put to shock and is currently receiving treatment at a hospital, although it is uncertain when this billionaire would be out of coma. The reason being the viral imposter who posed as his daughter for several months, and never cared to tell anyone. Arabella Leah Allegra is currently in jail and is receiving jail terms for this crime,"

How could one single switch cause such a huge problem? I was done for.

"Allegra! You have a visitor!" The cop said and led me out to the visiting room.

I lumbered behind her as we both walked until she opened the door and I trudged in. I stared at Mercedes who sat at the end with black shades on and a somewhat angry look on her face.

"You low life bitch!" she yelled immediately as she ran to me and pulled my hair, hitting me. I deserved it, really.

"I'm sorry," I apologized as the cop held her away. She breathed so loud as her chest rose and fell, her blonde hair immediately running out of place and her teeth gritted in anger.

"Sorry? Would your sorry bring back my father? Will your fucking sorry bring back my papi? You are such a whore! A bastard! Go to hell, ass! I hate you!" she fumed unsparingly and tears ran down her cheeks, black mascara ruining her pretty face. Her eyes were so vicious and I noticed her clenched fists, ready to tears me into shreds.

I could feel her pain. I was the cause of it. If only I sorted it out earlier...

"I am so sorry," I said again, but this time it was more of  a whisper. A light, sincere and tender one. The kind Ma would give on bad days and Pa would give when he's too tired to talk. The kind I gave when I was very sincere...

"Get lost! Fuck you! Fuck your ass! You are a mother fucking bitch!" she raged, her breaths quickening, her lips pressed against each other. I bent my head in shame.

Tears ran down my eyes as I could no longer take the guilt.

"Lock that bitch up and make sure she never ever gets out of here!" she yelled before grabbing her bag and stomping out in a hurry.

I just sighed as I went back to the cafeteria to finish my breakfast of tea and bread. Not coffee, not hotdogs not fresh veggies.. It was as plain as paper. So plain...

It tasted horrible compared to the hot tasty ones I had. The ones at the mansion's and even the one at home.

'So, this is how its gonna be? This is freaking how my story is gonna end? This is it. We can all end it here because there's nothing more to look forward to. Nothing than metal bars and me locked up in them.' I thought to myself.

"Hi. I am Louisa. You are Arabella, right?" A young girl just like me said as she walked up to me. I looked up, getting my hands away from my face and giving her my slightest smiles to be even the least friendly.

I nodded.

"Well, I already know why you're in here and I'm just here to be a friend," She said and smiled, revealing her cute dimples.

She was fair skinned and had beautiful freckles. Dimples arose on each side of her lips when she smiled and her hazel brown eyes lighted. She had a nice pointed nose and small cute rosy lips. Her frizzy golden hair was roughly combed and put it in a mess of a bun. Her uniform was oversized and made her look a lot fatter than the slim small figure inside. She was really pretty and reminded me a lot of Dar.

"So, tell me about you," she pleaded and sat beside me, holding up her head with the back of both her palms as she rested her elbows on the table.

"I'm just a girl who unfortunately got into a mess and landed here. How about you?" I asked, suddenly interested in hearing her own story too.

"Just like you, I was just a girl. But then I murdered my mum and ended up here," she smiled simply, raising her shoulder in a shrug.

"Seriously?" I asked, my eyes widening in shock of her statement.

She nodded and looked away. I could see tears form in her eyes and she quickly wiped them away before turning her face back to me.

"If I may ask, what happened?" I asked, really anxious to know why a person could murder her mum. I could never do that.

"She killed my dad and I couldn't take how she treated me anymore so on a certain night I grabbed a knife and stabbed her. She mistreated me," she said and wiped of the tears that  came running down once more with her orange coloured shirt, unknowingly revealing the black sports bra she wore underneath.

"I am so sorry," I said in consolation and rubbed her shoulder a bit.

"No, please don't be. I'm glad I did so. I was a prisoner to my own fear. I finally let go but then who knew being free had another cage," she heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes.

I smiled at her, impressed and astonished at the same time. I couldn't have that kind of guts. Not even in a million years. But at least I had one to cause such a mess.

"Allegra! You have a visitor!" The lady yelled once more and I stood up.

"Be right back," I said to Louisa and headed for the visiting room, not after she gave me a little nod.

I could hear little sobs few feet's away from her and my heart sank. Although it faded when I finally walked into the visiting room.

It was Mrs. Belgravia.

"You are a monster!" she yelled as she set her poisonous eyes on me.

Here we go again....

"I hate you and you must rot in here! How dare you fool us all in that way? You are so inconsiderate and you deserve to die here!" she yelled furiously, pointing her sharp fingers to me.

I just stared at her and let her take it all out on me.

"I am going to be a widow because of you. Once if he never gets out of that stupid coma? Once if he dies there?" she asked as tears fell down her eyes.

"I am so sorry," I apologized.

"Shut up!" she yelled.

Okay, I couldn't take it anymore. I'd much rather die. Kill me!

Author's Note.

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