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Laura's POV A loud commotion erupted from the top of the stairs. I walked over to the edge of the cell to check it out. A woman with long black hair was shoved from the top of the stairs and tumbled over each step, landing at the bottom with a loud thump. Once i heard the footsteps that I've grown accustomed to creak the floorboards on the stairs, I backed up to the back of the cell to sit on the bench where my dear friend was curled up on. Once I heard the last step creak, I knew the yelling would begin. It always did. Usually directed at me. I couldn't help but wonder what this poor woman did to end up down here with us. As far as I knew, there weren't any other prisoners down here. But the truth is I wasn't sure. We've had a few come and go. Not that I've been to many packs. I'm not