Thursday

Saw Sally again today at breakfast, she looked bloody awful. Someone’s given her a hiding, and she looked real crook too, not right at all.  At first I thought it must have been Smith that gave her the bashing but when Bea saw her, she looked shocked too. Not that she cared much. She was probably just annoyed that someone beat her to it. I overheard Mrs Jackson and Vera asking Yates about it afterwards. Yates said  ‘She bumped into me’. Mrs Jackson’s is always so naïve but surely Vinegar Tits as we call Vera wasn’t going to buy that. The way poor Sally is going, it won’t be Bea or the gear that finishes her off it’ll be the screws. Bloody bastards.

Later, I went to see how she was. Yates has got her running scared. She wanted her to see a visitor; someone she was arranging to bring in a package. Sally had said no because she wants to stay out of trouble. Said she’s got a kid out there somewhere and wants to find him again, had him when she was sixteen, just like Dor. That’s apparently when Yates hit her. I told her to go and speak with Mrs Davidson the governor ,I can see why she wouldn’t want to lag. If Davo doesn’t believe her and Yates stays you can only imagine what she would do to her. Not to mention the other women in here, waiting for their supply,

Friday

Didn’t see Sally all day today, Dor and I talked about her and what she could have done. I told Dor I thought we should maybe set up Yates up so that Davo knows it’s her that’s doing all of this, not just to Sally, but the other’s too. Dor timidly told me how Yates had come on strong with her before but when she knew she was with me, she’d backed off. She’d wanted Doreen to entertain some blokes visiting the prison and had offered her some pills. This is what Yates has been doing all along. The thought of my Dor like that made so mad I wanted to kill that bitch screw, While she was telling me this. My mind raced back to Doreen a few months ago, with a bump just above her eye. Yates had been there. I remembered her words ‘She bumped into me’ .

Saturday

Bloody hell, the noise, it like a tortured animal crying to be put out of its misery. Sally is off her head, screaming and running around the corridors. I head Vera talking to her and it sounded like she took something off her, no doubt it was the stuff Yates has been supplying her with. That’s probably what got her so riled.

Sally may be terrified but I’m not, I’ve handled bigger and badder than her before and beside, I’m already in for the long haul so what have I got to lose. It’s just thinking about how to do it. It’s time someone made a stand before it’s too late.

This is it. It’s now or never. I’m going out there to stop Sally before she kills herself and then I’m gonna let them know exactly who is doing this

Anne Yates is a bitch but so is Karma. I have a feeling it will all come out in the wash.