Olivia leaned back against the cold, hard wall, the silence in the cell pressing down on her. She stared at the barred window, her thoughts a tangled mess of regret and fear. She imagined her mom's face, the hurt in her eyes, the disappointment that would be too deep for words. Olivia hated herself for putting her through this. Again.

The memories came flooding back as she sat there on the steel bench. Her dad was a drunkard who'd come home every night to beat her mom. Those nights, where sat in her room crying, wishing she were anywhere but there. She kept on the strong face for her day after day even after all she had to endure. Until one day it came to a sudden stop. She wasn't sure if the tears her mom cried at the funeral were of joy or grief.

Her hands trembled as she picked up the phone and dialed home. Her mom picks up, and she turns into a mess. "Mom? Can you- can you come pick me up? I'm... I'm at the police station. I- I'm so sorry... God, I'm becoming just like him, aren't I?"

There was a long, agonizing pause at the other, silence marred only by shallow breathing. Finally, she gets a shaky response that she's coming, proceeded by the beeping. She drops the telephone down and she's led back into the cell. After what seems like an eternity, a guard arrives and signals for her to follow. She's led to the lobby, where she's met with her mother, an unreadable expression on her face.