I sighed as I stared at the laundry being done; watching it whirl around and around. It went in a continuous loop, just like my life; well, more recently than anything.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw one of the very, (and when I mean very I mean like out of 2) few officers who has human decency around here.

He quickly shoved an envelope into my hand and whispered into my ear, "it's from him."

I then let out a frustrated sigh, "he does know what I do with his letters, right?"

The officer instantly nodded.

I quickly stopped the washing machine and opened the door. I quickly threw the letter carelessly into the whirling machine before starting it back up again.

"Why does he keep sending them if he knows I throw them away?" I asked to no one in particular but the officer shrugged nonetheless.

I quickly shook my head of the thought; he will not enter my mind again!

I shooed off the officer and went back to staring at the washing machine whirl around. Black ink now bouncing around within the machine.

"GET TO WORK?!" An officers voice boomed.

I've really just given up on guessing who it is, as they all shout (except those with human decency!).

I kept staring at the machine, not caring about the frustrated puffs coming from behind me.

I then felt a hand roughly touch my shoulder, forcing me up.

That's it?! Whoever this motherfúcker is, I will kill them?!

I quickly turned around and landed a square punch in the officers face. This action made him fall to the ground.

I then crouched to the ground to whisper in his ear, "don't you dare do that again?!"

He gave me a glare before letting out a chuckle, "it's funny how you think you have a say in how I treat you."

Those words sounded familiar.

Way too familiar.

No, not the voice. But that phrase.

And then my mind started to recoil the memory.

It had been a usual day for me at high school.

I laughed and joked with my best buds.

I even got some more studying in for finals.

I had gotten home, about an hour late because of my hardcore studying.

I walked into my home, which didn't feel like home majority of the time.

Anyways, I had walked into our rundown home and walked into the crippling living room.

My father sat in his couch and had his eyes glued to the small tv; like usual.

So, with that in mind; I slowly stepped away from the living room.

I know it might seem confusing but my father wasn't in the greatest of moods lately, especially after mom had left us in that plane crash.

My mom.

She was a business woman who put her work before anything. She travelled the world and didn't spend much time at home.

My father had heard about my mother cheating on him with her butler from abroad but that didn't set my father off; he had loved my mother unconditionally and when she cheated on him, he simply brushed it off like it was no big deal.

I honestly don't know how he did it.

Anyway, the thing that set my father off was when he got a call saying that his wife was in a plane crash.

Somehow something happened and her plane went down, I wasn't really aware of any details except from that.

Anyway, my father then changed.

He became more violent, not just verbally but physically too.

He blames me, his own daughter for her death and for her cheating on him. I don't know how that logic works but apparently that is the knowledge he possesses.

Anyway, whilst stepping back I had accidentally landed my foot on one of the creaky floorboards. Which made me internally freak out.

And that's when hell broke loose (yet again!).

My father stood up in a split second and started to beat me to a pulp.

"You weren't home on time?!" He boomed.

I just whimpered at his violent words and violent beatings.

"P-please s-stop." I stuttered out whilst laying on the floor, in complete agony.

I then heard that daunting laugh, "its funny how you think you have a say in how I treat you!"

And then the beatings continued and continued until I left for uni.

Like I said before, these are the dark days which I don't want to dwell into for too long.

I came out of my mind and noticed water dripping from my face.

I looked at the officer who now stood before me with a victorious smile on his face.

"Aww, did I hurt your feelings?" He asked sarcastically.

I quickly wiped away my tears and kicked him in his private part.

He groaned from my action and I moved my head down to his doubled over figure, "you've just made an enemy that you will regret making."

I then shoved him aside whilst waltzing out of the wash room.

Ain't no one going to treat me like that!

Time had passed by pretty quickly because by this time it was now time for visitors.

So, I went and sat in my usual seat whilst kicking my legs up onto the table.

"I see your comfy." A deep voice said through the glass that blocked me and the person.

I lazily looked up and saw none other than mike casually sitting in the chair opposite me.

"Nah, I just make do with all my situations." I said in a non caring manner.

I heard mike tut, "jail has changed you."

I let out a devilish laugh, "well obviously."

I took my feet off of the table and moved closer to the glass, "so, how's it going between you and your misses?"

Mikes eyes grew wide, "how'd you-"

I quickly butted in, "Haley, you know how my phycologist is." I said with yet another smile.

Mike let out a nervous laugh.

I let out my own laugh, "it's nice you guys are actually thinking of me and thinking of how to get this innocent girl out of jail." I venomously said as I glared at mike.

Mike cleared his throat, "we are trying but you misbehaving like this isn't helping."

I rolled my eyes, "yeah sure, everything I'm doing is because of that guy that I shall not say the name of because it's venom to even say it!"

I heard mike tut from behind the glass again, "he loves you, you know."

I let out a cackle, "didn't seem that way when he was enjoying Bella's 'company'."

"For the last time; he didn't do anything, it was Bella that kissed him."

I've now become bored of this 'talk'.

I stood up and before I left I called out to mike, "it takes two to tango mike!" I said whilst walking out of the room.