Orange Is The New Black

I told myself I wouldn't cry. I didn't want to disappoint my parents more than I already had. I didn't want to upset my fiancé Jamia, and I didn't want the other inmates to smell my fear.

i read every book I could find, watched every prison movie Netflix had to offer and binge watched documentary after documentary, trying to prepare myself for the moment when I would go from Frank Iero, up and coming musician, to Frank Iero, inmate number 587956.

However, nothing could prepare me for the sight of the large brick building where I knew I would be spending the next fifteen months, as it looked closer and closer as we walked towards it.

It was one tear at first, then two, then a few, and then I was doubled over wretchedly in the parking lot.

"Oh, sweetie." Jamia breathed.

"I-I'm going to prison!" I choked out, realization sinking in for the first time, "Oh my god! I'm going to get....You know....up the....Oh god. I'm too small! I can't handle a dick up the a-"

"Frank!" My mom interrupted, swatting my arm.

"I can't go to jail!" I wailed.

"Jesus." My dad muttered.

"I can't do this." I whispered, looking around wildly. "I-I can't...I need to get out of here, I, I'll...I'll go into hiding. That's it, we'll run away to Mexi-"

"Frank." Jamia interuppted. "You're going to be okay. You'll do your time, you'll get back out, we'll get married."

"Youll give us some grand babies." Mom sniffed.

"What if I get shanked?" I whimpered. "That happens in prison."

"Frank," Dad muttered. "You're being melodramatic."

"Please don't make me!" I cried.

Suddenly, the door to the prison swung open infront of us and a woman poked her head outside.

"Can I help you?" She demanded.

Nodding, my dad nudged me forward.

"I uh, I'm sur-surrendering." I mumbled.

Her eyes widening, the woman nodded slowly. "Come on in then."

Taking a shaky breath, I started forward.

"You're not going o say goodbye to your family?" The woman asked.

"What now?" I demanded. "Can't they come in?"

"Not unless they'd like to suit up." She laughed.

Horrified, I turned back to my parents.

"Keep your head down and do your time." Dad mumbled, pulling me in for a hug. "Get in, get out."

"Fifteen months isn't that long." Mom said gently before kissing me on the cheek.

Takin a shaky breath, Jamia lunged forward and wrapped her arms around me.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you so much." She whispered back.

"Wait for me." I pleaded.

"You know I will." She replied.

"Let's go." The woman by the door sighed.

Jamia kissed me before stepping back.

"I'll visit." She promised. "Every weekend."

"I love you." I mumbled. "All of you."

"Now." The woman by the door mumbled.

Waving sadly at the people I was leaving behind, I shuffled forward through the front doors of Belleville Prison.

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