In the Jailhouse (A Deleted Scene)

She didn't speak another word till Mr. Gaston opened the cell door about a half hour later. "Come on," he said. I saw it before Rosaleen did. Then, the adrenalin took over. I grabbed the heavy rod, and Rosaleen followed suit.  She grabbed one right next to where mine was. They were both rusty. Perfect. These people wouldn't hurt Rosaleen again. We both lunged at Mr. with 3 ft, rusty, metal rods in our hands. I hit him hard on his right arm, again and again. It started to bruise and bleed. Then, Rosaleen muttered "What could they possibly do to me? I'm a policeman." in a sarcastic, mocking tone. She abruptly smashed the pole over his eyebrow, the same one where she'd been struck. It immediately gushed blood, bright as a red lantern.  

Immediately, we both dropped the rods, and left Mr. Gaston, to flee. We were going to make it. We were in the clear, and that man was repaid for what he did. As soon as we got to the door though, the dealer who'd struck Rosaleen shouted at us. I couldn't hear what he said, but we turned around and there he was, snarling with a gun in hand. He pointed it right at Rosaleen and said "Move another step, and a bullet will go through that ni-"

"Don't you dare call her that name!" I shouted back. "You deserved what happened to you, and-" Then a hand grabbed my shoulder, turned me around and slapped me, hard. 

"You'd better shut the hell up, girl." I looked up, my face in pain, but I already knew who it was. It was T-Ray, and boy was he mad. "Get in the car, and prepare for some grits."