Erica remained seating waited for the other inmates to leave. “Alway be last she thought to herself. Don’t left anyone sneak up behind you, look over your shoulder”. A lesson learned after her beatings and rape @ County. But her focus was broken by a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was Margaret, coming to her suggesting to talk. Older, wiser, experienced Margaret. When Erica ever got up enough courage, she was going to approach her herself.<br/>Erica needs a friend, an advisor, a mentor. Someone how could help her through this ordeal, help her survive.. Nodding silently, swallowing hard she stood, still with Marge’s hand on her shoulder and walked with her out of the conference room and down the long hallway to their section. Stammering her first woords to the older inmate, “MMar...Margaret...I.I wanted to talk to you. Ask for for some advise. You told me before I had to beware, they would be coming for me, and have to take a stand.<br/>I’m afraid, I’m scared.i don’t know how, or what to do. They said they would brand me next time. Please I’m scared. people said talk with you. You would know how to...how to keep them away from me. Protect me. Please ...can you do that? Can you help me? The look in Erica’s eyes was pleading, begging, lost and afraid...