Sweet Hell on Fire by Sara Lunsford

Author:Sara Lunsford
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2012-09-11T12:00:00+00:00

Several days ago, I’d found an inmate passing a book around from the Law Library. It hadn’t been checked out to anyone in the cell house. I confiscated it and sent it back to the library. The inmate who’d been in possession of the book got very angry that I’d taken it. He told me I’d be sorry. So he riled up his little fangirl bitches who were on the block with him to find things to grieve me for. The first few weren’t a big deal and didn’t even make it past the first stage of complaint, meaning I didn’t have to answer them. They wrote up their complaints and filed them with the administration, but they didn’t make it past the Grievance Officer and were thrown out.

This grievance was different.

There was going to be questioning and, depending on my answers, possibly an investigation.

When I came into work, the relief OIC pulled me aside and kicked everyone out of the office before she sat me down and looked at me for a long time.

“What the fuck?” I knew she was about to lay something huge on me. This woman had no qualms about speaking her mind and suddenly she had to think about what she was saying? It couldn’t be good.

“God, Sara.” She sighed heavily. “I don’t want to do this. But you should know, this happens to all of us. Especially those of us who are really good at our jobs.” She shoved a paper at me and as I read, my knuckles whitened on the arm of the chair and if I could have shot fire from my eyes, I would have. It made me so nauseous, I promptly threw up. I scrambled to the bathroom and didn’t even manage to close the door before I spewed my lunch.

Which was so noted by my commanding officer.

It was more disgusting than anything I’d come into contact with in the prison thus far. It was a horror far beyond swarms of roaches, rats the size of cats, and brain juice splattered all over me.

A knobby-kneed, buck-toothed, meth-faced, cock-sucking, illiterate motherfucker had accused me of approaching him for sex.

I didn’t even know how to respond. I wondered if I could just puke on the page, scrape it into that little box where I was supposed to compose my answer, and send it back to him—hot and steamy with my disgust. Yes, this is my response to that. Have a nice day.

“Sara, you know they just did it to get under your skin and piss you off. Take some time before you respond. Then copy your response to all the brass so you’re completely transparent on all of this.”

I knew this guy belonged to the one who was angry with me over the book; he was one of his bitches. Literally. So I turned it off. I flipped the switch and detached myself from the situation and I reread the complaint. After I punched my fist into the wall a few times.

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