Chapter 8

Prison bench after I gave birth. The policeman who helped before, transferred two days later. I think he was so traumatized by what he saw that he didn't want to be anywhere near it after. I had an infection after giving birth, but I didn't know that it was an infection; I thought it was just side effects after giving birth. No one told what was normal and what was not in that situation. The policeman's last good deed was to tell the doctor about it when I asked him to. The doctor checked on and told me that I had what is called PDI (Pelvic Inflammatory Disease. She said bacteria infected my uterus and surrounding areas after giving birth. She gave pills, said I would be fine after taking them, and I only took them for a day until those animals decided I deserved a beating because Nick ordered them to.o They beat me up so badly and flushed my pills down the toilet. They never told anyone about my beating, and no one cared to check on me. I was almost dead and smelling because of the discharge when a new police officer came into my cell. I think he was a replacement for the nice one who left. He took me to the infirmary, where I woke up a week later with my womb gone. The doctor said that the infection had spread and damaged it. By then, I was numb to everything. I kept quiet and never spoke to anyone since that day. I was dead inside, and the only thing that kept going was my baby. I didn't care whether they brought food or not. I didn't care when they beat me up and left me for dead. I wanted to die, but for reason, that never happened. That damn police officer always found and took me to the doctor. She always told was the most unlucky woman she had ever met. I couldn't dispute that; a lot of bad things have happened to me. I know a year has passed since I gave birth, and that would mean my baby boy is now a year old. I often wondered how he looked, if he would recognize me when I saw him. My cell door opened, and I braced myself for another beating. I knew that when that door opened, those animals were bored and wanted to entertain themselves with me. Beating up and forcing to scream. I knew my screams gave them pleasure and satisfaction. So, I stopped screaming.g, I would just let my tears fall; it pissed them off, but I didn't care. This day, instead of the animals I was waiting for, my mother and father-in-law's faces appeared. When I saw them, I fell on my knees and cried. My mother-in-law rushed to my side and held tight, crying and apologizing over and over. "Mom, oh mom, you are here." I lost hope of ever seeing her a long tago, I thought she came back and sided with her son. But she didn't, she was here. I couldn't stop my tears from falling. 1 "Oh, my daughter, I am so sorry that I didn't call back sooner. If we knew, we would have returned a long time ago. Am sorry, Olivia." My father-in-law can help us. He looked at it and teared up. I must look so bad for him to tear up and look so sad like that. "Oh, my daughter. What have they done to you?" He hugged tight, and I felt safe in his arms. He has always been like a father to me. “I am alrightDadad." He shook his head, then turned to the other man who was also standing there, looking like he was shocked to see me. "I want to know what happened to her while she was in here. This is your station, David, and my daughter looks like she was treated worse than an animal, and David, I will have your head for this." I looked at them; the man was the police chief. I hated him, too. "Mr Jones, I didn't know anything about her mistreatment., I will investigate and get to the bottom of this." I scoffed. "There is no need for that, my husband wanted to be mistreated, a nd they followed his orders." My mother-in-law shook her head, crying when she heard that. "Olivia, what are you saying?" She asked, "Don't worry about my mom, I will be fine. Just please look after my grandma while I am in here. I have not been able to see or talk to her in two years. I need to know that she is alright." My mother-in-law cried even more. I went and hugged her. "I will be fine, Mom, don't you worry." She shook her head, wiping her tears, but more er tears came. "You are not staying here, Oliv. We're getting you out and taking you home." I could not believe what I was hearing. I fell on my knees and cried painfully, holding my chest. "Don't cry now, child, everything is going to be alright." I could not stop crying. I had lost hope of ever getting out of jail and seeing the outside world. "Where is my grandmother? I want to see her. She must be so worried and not see h at, for this long must have deteriorated her health. I want her to know that I am alright." My mother-in-law looked with sad eyes as we were about to get into the car, and I wondered what had happened to my grandmother. "She got too sick, didn't she? I knew something like that would happen. Please, taketo see her, she needs to know that I am okay." "Your grandmother is dead, Olivia. She died a year ago."