Free The Lipstick Clique by David Weaver Page A

have a sweetheart deal for you today! I promise you that it won’t get any better than this!”
     
    Milan’s eyes perked up at hearing the lawyer speak so positively. “Really? You have good news for real?”
     
    The lawyer opened his briefcase and pulled out two sets of identical documents. He slid one set to her and opened the other set so that she could read along while he explained it to her.
     
    “As you can see, on page one, you are guaranteed to not get the death penalty. It also guarantees that you won’t get a life sentence. It stipulates that you get sent to the prison in the state of your choice, and that you get enrolled in drug treatment programs.”
     
    Milan’s attention faded as she scanned the paper, looking for the bottom line. The lawyer was still going on and on about what was guaranteed, but she was only looking for the amount of time she would have to do. She flipped from one page to the next, and kept going until she saw the final page that required her signature.
     
      It was an offer for 27 years in prison.
     
    Suddenly, she felt herself about to throw up. She thrust the papers away from her and took deep breaths in an attempt to calm her nerves. She closed her eyes and counted like the instructions in the self-help book that she was reading had taught her. She counted and counted, but eventually, it got to the point that she didn’t even know which number she was on.
     
    “Milan, are you ok?”
     
    “Am I ok?!?! What the fuck do you mean am I fuckin’ ok?! You come to me talking about sign a 27 year deal so that I can go to prison and you have the fuckin nerve to ask me am I fuckin ok ?!? How dare you!” Milan spat nastily while she gave the lawyer the side eye. She took her free fist and flung the papers to the floor. She took the same fist and started banging on the table to get the officer’s attention.
     
    “Milan, I have to advise you to calm down. I have to –”
     
    “You can’t advise me of shit! You’re working for them! I know you are! You’re working for them! You’re just trying to put me away! Fuck you! You bastard !”
     
    The lawyer kept a calm disposition while Milan continued her outrage and accusations. When he finally had an opening, he tried to get another sentence in. “And you can work too –”
     
    “Shut up! Just fuckin’ shut up!! You stupid bitch! I don’t wanna hear shit you have to say to me! I’m disgusted that I am in a situation so terrible, that I had to resort to accepting assistance from the got damn devil . Ughhh !” She hawked up a load of saliva and was attempting to spit it at her lawyer when she felt the officer’s hands grab her body and remove her from the table.
     
      “Get off of me! Get off of me you fucks! Get off!” The officers ignored her and continued to pull her out of the legal room. Once they got into the hallway out of the lawyer’s presence, they slammed her against the wall like they would do a grown man. The lead officer took his open hand and slammed it against her face with all of his strength.
     
    The force of the impact stunned her, and for a second it felt as though she had done a line of the most potent cocaine. She couldn’t feel her face. The second officer got in her face and nudged her head against the wall with his forearm. “Bitch, you better calm down or we’re going to really give you something to cry about. Who did you think you were fooling, huh? Walking around your prison cell with nothing but your panties and bra on. You sure do think you got all the sense don’t you?”
     
    The officer reached down and wrapped his hand around his crotch. He held it there while he held her against the wall. “You know… I oughta take you into the closet and fuck the shit out of you while you got these handcuffs on. There is nothing preventing me from doing that. You’re an inmate, you don’t matter!”
     
    Tears were Milan’s only solace. She hated the treatment that she and the other