Sophia Carter's POV
Spending your first day in solitary, has got to be the best thing ever to make people fear you. It's surprisingly peaceful here, and I don't regret for one second what I did. I mean, he deserved it. Plus, I had to make the inmates fear me. It's something I learned from my parents when I was really little. Yes, I know, my crazy asshole abusive parents taught me one thing that still serves me to this day. And that is to always watch your back, and be two steps ahead of your opponent. I knew I would get looked down upon when I first entered the prison. It's obvious because I look innocent. Well, at least that's what most people think. What they don't know though, is that I am the Capa of the La Mano Nera, the most powerful mafia family in all of America, which is also part of the reason I need the inmates to fear me. If they didn't, I would look pathetic, and people wouldn't take me seriously when I officially step foot into the position of Capa. I need to be headstrong, and fight my own battles. I need to show strength, which is exactly what I did earlier.
I had just grabbed my food tray when it was smacked out of my hands by, oh so surprising, the same man I was staring at. "What you looking at sweetheart?" He had this sick smile on his face, and there was a hint of a Mexican accent in his voice. I knew if I didn't do something - today - to prove my worth, I was going to get many more sick looks like that bastard was giving me, so I did the first thing that popped into my head. I punched his nose, and broke it.
"What the fuck! You broke my nose you fucking bitch!" Jerk Face yelled. Inmates in the cafeteria began to approach, so I knew it was my time to shine. "You think I give a shit about a stupid broken nose, asshole?! I warned you, didn't I. If you think you're on top of the world just because you have balls, and you look down on women or treat them like shit, I will personally hand you your ass back."
I punched him in the face again, further breaking his nose, and sent a punch to his gut. He staggered backwards and screamed in pain. The goons that sat at his table tried to take his defense, but I knew better. Like my parents always say, always be two steps ahead of your opponent, that's the only way to win a battle.
I saw his punch coming from a mile away. I could see it written on his face, in the way his eyebrows scrunched up and he looked at me with such disgust it made me want to laugh in his face. He stared at me as if trying to scan me for my weak point, which is why when he came at me, when he tried to kick my right side, I caught his leg mid-air and twisted it with such force, the other inmates looked like they felt Jerk Face's pain.
"Fuck you!" he cried out. "Sorry buddy. I don't swing that way," I chuckled tauntingly. "To be fair, I did warn you. I am not somebody to be messed with, and that goes for the rest of you as well," I exclaimed loudly for every inmate in the cafeteria to hear. I crouched down to the man who was still crying on the ground. I wiped one of his tears away from his cheeks "aw, look at these tears..." I whispered into his ear "Next time you mess with me, someone close to me or even any woman here, trust me, you won't be getting out of this alive. I'm sure your son who just so happened to have turned 7 eighteen days ago, would love to have his dad back after your 3 year sentence for protecting him from that man who tried to kidnap him. Wouldn't he?" I looked into his eyes and he nodded. "I understand that this is prison, and that what you did was to protect your son, which I admire by the way, but if you want to make it out of here alive, I'd suggest choosing your enemies wisely... Trent Myers." His wide eyes told me everything I needed to know. I smirked, "I think we'll become good friends in the future..."
Standing back up onto my feet, I see four guards approaching the scene. I'm assuming the yelling eventually got to them and they decided to put the culprit in solitary. That culprit being me. "What the fuck is going on here!" Nolan, who happens to be one of those guards, yelled. Once he saw the man on the floor with a broken leg, he looked straight at me. I guess that answers the question of him remembering me. "You're going into solitary," he said as he made his way over to me. He grabbed my arms and handcuffed my hands behind my back. "Let's go."
And here I am in this lonely cell. If I'd known I would end up here on my first day, I would've thrown a party, because what's better than being alone, isolated from everyone else. Somewhere quiet that allows you to think about plans, of who to choose as your enemy, and who to pick as a friend or ally. I can think about the information my sources have gathered from every inmate here. If you're wondering how I knew that information earlier, well, I do my research. That day, the day I killed my parents, it may have seemed like I had snapped, which I did, but it was also planned. I had been planning that day for six months, which is why six months ago, I sent Angeline here. I was the one who sent her undercover so I would know what to expect once I got here. We may have not spoken directly in those six months, but she had been feeding information to people I trust, and those people recalled the information to me. As I said earlier, I was prepared when I arrived here.
"Knock, knock." Startled out of my thoughts, I looked up only to see a familiar face. "What do you want?" I asked, already exhausted by the conversation that had yet to happen. "Wow. You really have changed since the third grade." He said with a sparkle in his eyes.
"I see you remember me, Nolan. I wasn't sure. So I made no move to acknowledge you." He smiled as if remembering something, "well to be fair, you do look extremely different. And you're also behind bars right now. Which, I have to ask, what happened to you?" He sounded saddened by the fact I was in this prison.
"Things change Nolan... I grew up." The sparkle that was once in Nolan's eyes disappeared, and was replaced with pity. I've always been very good at reading people, so I can easily tell that he held a lot of pity for me. Tearing my eyes away from his, I think of everything we've been through together. We may have only been to school together for a year and a half, but in that time, we had gotten really close. "You should go. I don't think you should be seen talking with me," I said with a hardened tone, putting my walls back up, effectively shutting him out. "Why?" He asked with wonder. I sighed and repeated myself. "You should go. If we have time, I'll explain some things to you," I lied. I would never be able to tell him that I run a mafia family, that's just not something I can do.
He looked hurt by my dismissal, but it had to be done. We can't be seen talking together, or suspicions would arise. If we looked like we were close, inmates would start targeting him, and while I don't doubt that he can defend himself, can he really beat the odds of n against one?
He sighed and walked away, leaving his question unanswered. I felt a little bad that I hurt him, again, but it had to be done. This is prison after all. You never know who will turn their back against you. You never know who you can trust with your secrets, if they'll get out, or if they'll be safe with the person you're entrusting them with. There are so many things that can go wrong here. Especially in a maximum security prison. Filled with the worst of the worst of criminals, it's a dangerous place to make enemies, because everyone here… is on their own. My mentor may be Tammy, but she has been here for four years already. The only question is, can I really trust her?