CHAPTER 1

It was the summer of 1998, in Jacksonville CorrectionalFacility.

Stormy Canada, broke out into a cold sweat, as sheheard the deep masculine voice of officer Fitzhugh yell out:

"Ten minutes before lights out, you morons!"

Stormy and her best friend Kerra Hunt, looked over atofficer Fitzhugh, with a repetitive look of disgust.

Then Stormy whispered:

"I can't wait to leave this hell hole!"

"Officer Fitzugly creeps me out, every time she comesaround. She just makes me sick in my stomach!"

"I know that's right. I can't stand to look at her!"

"I swear, if they grant my parole next month, I'm gonnamake sure that I put a hit out, on her ugly ass!"

Kerra whispered, as they began to gather up theirhandmade deck of cards.

"Officer Fitzugly" is the nickname that the inmates gaveOfficer Fitzhugh. She was given that name, mainly becauseof the ugly personality, that she portrayed.

But further more, she wasn't what one would view asattractive either. Unfortunately, she had various male featuresthat were very difficult to ignore.

She had a slight mustache that always seem to grow backthicker, every time she attempted to shave it off. A thick dark,unibrow rests over her large protruding eyes. She's also verytall, with big broad shoulders.

Most of the inmates are terrified of officer Fitzugly,except for Stormy's long time friend, Kerra Hunt.

Stormy and Kerra has been best friends, since childhood.Even though Kerra barely weighs over a hundred pounds, thathas never stopped her from being loud, bold and outspoken.

She has never been afraid to speak her mind. When itcame to officer Fitzugly, she was clearly no exception.

Stormy is also very petite, but shy. Unlike her friendKerra, she hates confrontation. She was often picked on, backhome, by the girls from the neighborhood, because of herstunning beauty, and very shy demeanor.

Nevertheless, she always knew that she would be able tocount on her protégé, Kerra to be there, just in time to rescueher, from confrontation.

Whenever Kerra would come to the scene, she camefussing, cussing and swinging her neck, from side to side.

Afterwards, the crowd would usually scatter. They knewthat she had the reputation for being crazy, and alwayscarrying a weapon.

And there was no reason to believe otherwise, becauseeveryone knew, that if a person that talked so much trash, andwas so confrontational, surely had to be packing a weapon.

The truth is, Kerra didn't carry a weapon. She just oftendepended on her foul language and tough reputation to pullher through difficult altercations.

Kerry looked over at Stormy with a smurk on her face.

"Officer Fitzugly, never gives you a hard time like shedoes with me. She's always smiling at you, and finding a wayto sneak your favorite "Little Debbie" cakes over to you."She said, while laughing so hard, that she nearly knocked allof the cards, off the table.

"And I'll be willing to bet, that she is planning on puttingin a good word to the warden, for your parole, next month."

"Well, I'm not sure about that." Stormy replied. "ButI can't deny, that there's definitely something very weirdgoing on."

"I was hiding in the laundry room yesterday, smoking onone of those cigarettes, that "Slick Tosh" had given me. Then,I looked up, and there was Officer Fitzugly, standing therewatching me! I just knew that she was getting ready to sendme to the hole, but she didn't.

She just looked me straight in the eyes, and said:

"You really need to be careful down here. Now hurry upand finish, and get back to your cell."

She winked her eyes, and said:

"And I really want you to remember this, "Storm."

Then she turned, and walked away.

"I didn't know what to think of that! Especially the waythat she said my name".

"I was so nervous that, I just put the cigarette out, rushedback upstairs, and pretended nothing had happened."

"Wow! That really is creepy." Kerra replied.

"If I were you, I would try to keep my distance from hercrazy ass!"

"Yeah, you're right. I try my best to stay out of her sight,but somehow, she's always managed to come along, and findme. And even though, she lets me get away with a bunch ofstuff around here, I can't help but to think that she has somesort of hidden agenda." Stormy said.

"Maybe she does have something up her sleeves." Kerrareplied.

"But it could be that, she's just obsessed with you."

"Uggh ... don't say that Kerra!" "Just the thought of thatwoman being obsessed with me, gives me the chills!" Stormysquenched.

"I'm sorry, but you know it's true!" "No one would actlike that, if they were not either crazy, obsessed, or both."Kerra laughed.

"You're probably right. But I don't know why she choseme, as her target." Stormy replied.

"I guess she figures that you're an easy target, becauseyou never stand up to her."

"But she just don't know!"

"You can be just as tough, as I am!"

Kerra said to Stormy, hoping very much, to boost her,with a little courage.

"That's right! And I hope that she never has to find thatout." Stormy boasted. {as she felt the need to express to herfriend, a false act of bravery)

Despite the fact that Kerra has always wished her friendcould be more like her, when it came to standing up forherself, she knew darn well, that Stormy was as scared as hellof Officer Fitzugly. And she wouldn't dream of standing upto her.

Five minutes later, Officer Fitzugly, came around thecorner yelling:

"Alright, yall got five more minutes. And if yall haven'tstarted moving, Imma start turning some tables over, aroundhere!"

Stormy and Kerra looked at each other.

"Now that's a true sign, that this heifer is really crazy!"

"We better hurry and get these cards up, and go to ourcell, before Fitzugly really starts tripping." Kerra said.

"She's gonna mess around and make me say, or dosomething that I might regret. And I don't have time for that."

"And besides, my meeting with the parole board is nextmonth, and I can't afford to get into anymore trouble aroundhere. I'm almost certain that they're going to be looking forany reason possible, not to grant my parole. That's why I'vebeen trying my best to stay clear of that woman."

Officer Fitzugly, just stood there in the entry way, withher arms folded, while waiting on them to leave.

She mainly kept her eyes on Kerra. She was hoping thatKerra would give her a reason to click.

Stormy and Kerra got up, and walked towards the entryway to the hall, where Officer Fitzugly stood.

As soon as Kerra, attempted to pass her, Officer Fitzuglymoved over closer into the entry way. She figured by doingthis, Kerra would have no other option, but to bump her.

"I really don't have time for this today, Officer Fitzugly!"Kerra said.

"What the hell, did you call me?" Officer Fitzugly asked.

"Look here officer. I'm just trying to go up to my cell. Idon't have time to play your silly games today!" Kerra said,while trying to go around her.

"You just better not call me by that name again, or we'regonna really have some problems!"

She bumped Kerra slightly, before stepping to the sideand allowing them to pass.

Kerra and Officer Fitzugly stared each other down untilthey were finally out of each other's sight.

"Do you see what I mean?" Kerra said to Stormy.

"That ole crazy woman was...