Beyoncé
All I remember from this morning is Megan waking me up with her face in my face. A wide smile and it kickstarted my pulse a beat or two.
Now she's stomping into our cell angry and getting ready to either beat up the next person in her line of sight or collapse in tears. I hate angry people so I feel odd the minute she sits down loudly and the bed nearly snaps.
"Hey, hey, hey." Higgins stands at the threshold of the door with his hands in his pants pockets and hawks at Megan. "Calm that attitude. Does she need to scissor fuck it out of you?"
The comment was absolutely out of bounds. I glare at him with a "Duh" expression and he simply rolls his eyes and lifts his hands in surrender. Finally his creepy ass walks away.
"You gonna be oka—-"
"No." Her answer is cold.
I shut my mouth immediately. She's pissed.
"That lawyer... told me that Shawn escaped. And I can't get out until he gives his statement in court and goes to prison." Her voice cracks and my heart breaks for her.
Megan's gotta get out of here.
"I know you—-"
She start to cry and it breaks me even more. Megan's grown on me. She's been working towards getting the fuck out of here and Shawn keeps playing in her face with the law. I lean back and think of someone else who can help.
"Shut the fuck up, Beyoncé. You can't fix everything."
"I—-"
"Shut the fuck up. Shut. Up."
I take the hint and try to fight against everything in me to try to calm her down. Or at least myself. I grab one of my book at random, open it up and stick my face in it. I place it close enough to my face so I can still breathe yet let a few tears slide without being seen.
I miss our hug.
I miss her scent, I miss her warmth, I miss her smile, I miss her little enthusiastic jump, I miss her face in my neck.
I hate that the person I have feelings for is mad at me.
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Megan does not sit with me at breakfast. I eat my sausage, coffee and eggs by myself. She's chosen a seat in front of me. I'm gonna guess there were no other seats available.
As I swallow the coffee I let it burn my throat and try not to make a face at it.
As affected as I was by Megan's lash out yesterday I've come to understand it isn't my fault whatsoever. I have no control over her case and neither does the lawyer. I guess I took it so harshly (still am) because I'd become so invested in not only her case but Megan as well. I don't need an apology on, I understand she's scared and hurting.
While I'm toned out I still keep an ear out for volume. The table Megan sits at grows louder and a tray goes flying.
My eyes widen and I freeze. Megan jumps over the table and starts to lay someone out. My eyes follow her and her only.
Everyone else around me starts to cheer certain girls on and I frown. This isn't a fucking schoolyard fight. I can already decipher Megan going after a woman who's crazy as hell but for some reason isn't in a psych ward. I understand she's pissed but also gotta be on alert considering the setting she's in.
She cries and throws punches that eventually grow weaker and weaker. The other girls smile amongst themselves and I know they're gonna use it to their advantage to gang up on her.
No guards stand up to try to split up a fight. They tend to do this. Few times I've seen them literally try to egg shit on.
The minute I see Megan's tall ass dip below waistline, I dramatically get up and head towards them and stand between Megan and the four other girls.
For some reason, it's now that the fighting and chanting stops
Megan sits on her ass and all of them crowd around her. She looks at me with red eyes and swollen cheeks. Begging for some kind of help and relief. My heart sinks as I can't help her. Not here.
I don't even make much of a face back.
What feels like moments later, she's getting snatched up Higgins.
I've seen this once or twice. As much as Megan wants out of here, she's just settling herself in more. She dips her head between her shoulders and doesn't struggle while officers begin to collect everyone involved in the fight.
One short, fat officer looks me up and down and scoffs. I look her down and up the same way and she just shuffles away from me.
To comfort myself I sit down and think about embracing Megan again. The shit I'd do to get that again. To get that Megan again.
