From Convict to Conversion
Part 2.
Bang, that's what I heard before I even opened my eyes, it is dark, and I have no idea where I even am or how I got there. I pull the blankets off my head and the room is so bright I feel off balance I see orange on me and I'm like omg why am I here and what did I do.
I sit up still very disoriented and hazy. I ask the man in the black uniform excuse me sir can you tell me why I am here. I look across the glass window to the cell beside me and see a gentleman who was at the same cookout the night before (the last thing I remember).
I asked why he was there he made a gun signal and I said please tell me I wasn't with you; he shook his head no and I had a slight bit of relief. So, I wasn't there for that so what even happened. Finally, a women guard in a black uniform comes over and says, “Welsh you have a phone call” I get up, I am so dizzy and nauseous. I walk out of my cell and to the oblong counter and reach for the telephone.
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HELLO, I hear a voice on the other end it was my best friend she said “ I have the kids and your car” a sigh of relief I know my babies are safe. She starts asking me questions, what do I remember, why am I there, are they letting me out. Telling me I don't sound like me am I ok have I gotten any help. I reply I don't remember anything, as we were at a cookout where I thought we were safe and had a drink.
All I remember is saying we were going to spend the night because I had been drinking and didn't want to drive home with my children. Now I am in jail. (On probation as I might add) I asked the guards why I am here I do not remember a thing and that wasn't like me.
No-one could answer any of my questions, I was so upset and sick to my stomach, I felt out of the world, out of my body. I tell my best friend I love her thank her and tell her let my babies know I'm ok and that I loved them very much. I hang up the phone and am so out of it I go back to my cell with the huge glass windows. The door slams behind me and I lay back on the cold concrete floor with my blanket where woke up.
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