Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 7 This Is Goodbye

to the conference room. …… Deirdre hailed a ride to the police station as soon as the call ended. “My name is Charlene McKinney, and I’m here to report a hit-and-run. I was the one who killed the victim. I was scared of the consequences, so I ran away. But now, I’ve come to my senses and I am ready to do my time. I plead guilty.”  There was no life in her hollow gaze. She raised her hands in surrender as a mob descended upon her. They were family members of the dead, whose rage animated their fists and pommels. They screamed at her, hoping that she would die so that their daughter could have her life back. Deirdre was battered. The best defense she could come up with was protecting her abdomen with her hands, hoping that no harm would come to the child. The riot only stopped after the cops stepped in. News outlets ran the story, and the city stirred in response. Deirdre was imprisoned amid the furor. “Move!” At the end of a narrow, humid corridor, an iron gate opened. The prison guards pushed Deirdre through it, and after quickening her pace for a while, she looked up and saw four other inmates in her room. All of them had large, imposing figures and they shot her ugly glares of malice. The door