I was minding my own business, waiting to see if my father would show up to get me out of here but to my dismay one of the inmates who was sharing a jail cell with me was interested in knowing what I was doing here.
“What are you in for?” She asked giving me a bland look while her eyes slowly took me in from top to bottom.
I did the same without showing an ounce of discomfort or worry.
“Beat up a scumbag for touching something that doesn’t belong to him,” I remarked.
The tattoos covering her arms up to her shoulders didn’t scare me nor did the challenging look in her eyes.
“Aren’t you going to ask me about them?” She asked catching me looking at her ink. Pushing herself up from the railings and made her way lazily to where I was seated.
“I thought there is an unspoken rule about
