I tapped my nails on the wooden table in a rhythmic pattern loving the scraping sounds it produced. I looked around the tiny concrete room we were that had nothing but the table infront of me and the two metal chairs on either side. There were no windows and the only source of light was the extremely bright orange bulb hanging from the ceiling.

"You're getting out in a week Savannah. How are you feeling?"The in house therapist, Hattie asked me.

I looked at her and smiled adjusting myself better on the seat. Hattie was a psychology student who thought that of all places to attend her internship, a women's correctional facility was the best option. We were the same age, twenty four but while I was a 5'8 black woman with short hair and dull brown eyes Hattie was the exact opposite. She was a 5'3 blonde with blue eyes and a bubbly personality. When she'd started working at the facility two months back, I thought she was just another blonde bimbo who took psychology to sound cool. Then we got to know each other over our weekly sessions and I realized she was actually cool and genuinely wanted to help.

"Honestly doc I'm scared."I admitted rubbing my rough hands over my face.

"I know you are, you grew up behind these walls in a tiny cell but now you have a chance to go out there and be your own person. You've served your sentence and now it's time for you to be free and live your life. I believe that you'll do great."Hattie encouraged.

"At least one of us thinks so."I scoffed.

I'd been in prison ever since I was fourteen years old so telling me that I would do great outside the walls that had been my home for a decade sounded like bullshit to me. It's not that I didn't want to be released, I honestly wanted to see more than the two trees planted in the yard, I wanted to take more than a five minute long shower and more than anything I wanted to sleep peacefully knowing I was completely safe and wouldn't get shanked in the night.

"You have been a model inmate the last ten years, you attend therapy, worked in and out of the prison and you took all your classes and actually managed to graduate with a college degree."Hattie praised.

"You know I did all that to keep myself busy otherwise I'd have gone crazy and hanged myself in the first year."I replied with a shrug.

An inmate with a college degree meant nothing in the outside world. I'd watched enough movies, read magazines and books to know what awaited me out there. The more I read, the more scared I got.

"Is fear what made you reject parole all those times?"Hattie asked me.

I'd been eligible for parole ever since I turned nineteen but I stayed in until I served my full sentence.

"I didn't want to be out on parole making weekly reports to an officer. If I leave this place, I want to leave it for good with no attachments to it."I gritted out.

"I completely understand Savannah, don't get worked up. I'm happy to see you finally go free but I'll miss my favorite inmate."She confessed with a smile adjusting her glasses.

"Awe, I'll miss you too doc."I replied with a wink making her blush.

It was no secret that the little doctor had a thing for me but I'd had my fair share of women over the years and sadly enough she didn't do it for me. I knew I wasn't gay, not that there was anything wrong with that, but as a horny teenager growing up in a women's prison my options were limited to my gender unless you counted the guards and I wasn't about to let any of those filthy men touch me. Maybe I'd get to explore when I got out and feel what being with a man felt like, was it as good as being with a woman,better or worse.

"Okay so anything else you want to tell me? Our session is almost over."Hattie asked me.

"Not really doc but I do want to say thank you for being yourself and coming here. You've been a needed ray of sunshine these past few months."I complimented.

"You're welcome, just doing my job."She smiled adjusting her glasses again.

"Have I ever told you how much you look like Harley Quinn? You even have similar names, Harley, Hattie. "I asked my gaze travelling down to her cleavage.

"Yes you say that at the end of every session, do you have a thing for her or something?"She challenged.

"Everyone has a thing for Harley Quinn darling."I drawled getting up from my seat.

I leaned over the table gripping the edge tight making my veins pop over my tattooed arms. I noticed Hattie follow the gesture with her eyes, her pupils dilating as she swallowed hard.

"What are you doing?"Hattie whispered when our faces were less than an inch apart.

"Stop me."I replied moving even closer.

Hattie didn't make any move which showed she was open to anything I wanted to do to her in that tiny cell. Her intoxicating fruity smell hit my nostrils and I groaned in pleasure. Finally after giving her a few more seconds to change her mind without any action from her, I closed the gap between us and kissed her.

She moaned when my slightly chapped lips met her soft ones, tasting the grape flavored lip gloss she had on. The kiss was more for her than for me but I enjoyed it too. I moulded my lips against hers deepening the kiss so our tongues brushed against each other. I kissed her like my life depended on it, taking her breath away knowing she wanted more but not willing to give it to her.

I pulled away when we both started struggling for air. I kissed her nose and straightened up to find a dazed Hattie glancing at me with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Goodbye doc, take care of yourself. Never stop being you, she's pretty awesome."I whispered pecking her swollen lips.

I straightened up and pushed my seat back walking to the door.

"Wait Savannah..." Hattie called out just before I could leave.

"Don't ruin it doc, let it stay beautiful. Goodbye gorgeous."I smiled at her and with one last wink I knocked on the door.

A second later, the guard opened it letting me out.

"Back to your cell inmate."He demanded shoving me forward.

The confident Savannah that had just kissed the cute doctor was gone and the meek Savannah who had to blend in to survive showed. I nodded and walked slowly but not too slow infront of him through the building I'd called home for a decade but would soon be saying goodbye to.

Taconic Correctional Facility was actually not as bad as other correctional facilities. Don't get me wrong, it was still prison, people killed each other over food and territory, prisoners revolted all the time because they were bored and the guards thought they were our kings just because we were in the jump suits and they were the ones carrying the guns.

There was all that but we also had the chance to go to school and get college degrees if one committed themselves. We got vocational training and sometimes we had concerts from celebrities who wanted to do charity work. It was not perfect but it's all I'd known for years.

I walked through the halls nodding hello to some familiar faces saying goodbye to the sections I'd never get to see again, like the woodshop where I'd learnt carpentry for a year. We passed by the commissary and the guard let me buy a candy bar before we proceeded. I didn't have anyone on outside the walls so nobody ever sent me any money. Everything I had I'd earned from working my ass off from the day I got incarcerated.

The guard walked me back to my cell, opened the door to let me in before locking it behind me. I waited until he was out of hearing shot to cuss at him and throw a fit.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"My cellmate Leona asked perched on her bed reading a book.

"That stupid guard."I gritted out kicking my shoes off and jumping onto my bed.

Our cell was simple, our bunk bed with our mattresses and beddings, a reading table in one corner and the toilet and sink in the other.

I hated the top bunk but Leona was sixty seven and I refused to subject her to sleep up there.

Leona was one of the oldest inmates at the facility. She was serving life imprisonment for armed robbery that led to the death of six people. She had been quite the badass in her day and I loved hearing her stories. She had been eligible for parole long ago too but after serving twenty years she didn't see the need to go out when there was nobody waiting for her.

"Let him be, you're leaving next week and never have to deal with him again."She replied.

Leona had been my cellmate for the last four years and she had been the one to convince me to study and get my degree.

"I know but I'm scared as hell Leona, what if I don't make it out there and end up back here."I lamented looking to at the concrete ceiling.

"There's no such thing as that, you're one of the smart ones, believe me I've seen plenty of young ones come and go. You'll do great out there, just give yourself time to adjust, you've been here half your life."She encouraged.

I grunted in response and turned to face the wall looking at the picture cut outs I'd made from magazines over the years. They were pictures of all the States with the ones I'd like to live in marked with red.

I didn't want to move into a populated city state since that would be too much for me. I wanted somewhere with lots of fresh air, trees and farmland. I still didn't know where I'd move to but I still had a week to decide.

"Hey Leona."I called out into the dark.

"What kid?"She mumbled frustrated with me for interrupting her reading.

"I'll miss you."I confessed.

She didn't say anything back at first and I thought she hadn't heard me until she replied.

"I'll miss you too, now shut up. I want to know what happens after he takes off her knickers."She retorted making me snort in laughter.

Leona's guilty pleasure was historical romance books and once I got out and was stable enough I'd send her some books.

I adjusted myself on the bed to get more comfortable and forced myself to sleep. The last thought on my mind before I drifted off to sleep dreaming of rolling down hills was my kiss with the doctor.

I'd miss her cute face and Leona too but they were right, it was time for me to go out there and start my life. It would be hard but I had to do it. I had already lost ten years of my life behind bars and I was not about to lose any more time.

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There we have it folks, our new book. What do we think so far?

I know prologues are supposed to be short but it was the only glimpse of Savannah's life behind bars.

Comment and tell me what you think.

Let's go get our girl out in chapter one.....