“Are we doing the right thing?”
He didn’t answer right away, but from the back seat, much as she’d expected, came an answer she hadn’t wanted.
“Hell no you’re not.”
“David, watch your mouth.”
“Dad, you’re shipping me off to a prison and you’re worried about my mouth?”
“You haven’t left us any choice David,” she said, keeping her gaze to the front. If she looked at their boy right now, if she caved and looked into his baby blue eyes, she knew that she might ask her husband to turn around. She was half-tempted to anyway since the road to the correctional facility was already giving her the willies. A long, twisting road that she’d never traveled had carried them from the sprawl of Los Angeles to this desolate-looking stretch of woods, and from what she could see, escape from a prison out in these parts wouldn’t have been any better than being locked up.
All the trees were absolutely skeletal, despite the fact that it was well into summer and they should have been in full bloom. The road itself appeared well-maintained, though the bleak landscape made it feel more like they were taking a path to the gulag than to a a scared straight program.
“You have a lot of choices,” David spat, “Just leave me alone and let me do what I want.”
“That’s gotten you arrested a few times, remember? And it’s forced us to pay nearly ten thousand dollars in fines.”
“So? It’s not my money.”
She wanted to slap him in that moment, but as the trees finally thinned and the road took a heavy turn to the left, her husband announced, “Looks like we’re here.”
If the forest leading to this place had looked bleak, Arielle couldn’t help but think that the prison looked like something out of a horror movie.
“That’s the place?” David scoffed, “What a shithole.”
(to be continued)