Warnings: Mature Language, Violence, Mentions of Murder, Threats, Mentions of Asthma, Mentions of Drugs, Choking in little detail, Murder spoke about and spoke about casually, Bullying, Slurs Such As Slut and Whore, Mentions of Cheating.
A/N(Spoiler if you haven't finished season 6!): So, I actually finished season six finally, I knew what was coming.But I can't believe the Denning's died, I really wish Carol had been able to stay alive and fight some new boss or something. However I loved both of them and would miss the other, so here I am writing another chapter of this book whilst I'm missing Carol ;(!
Also this chapter is unedited!
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"𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 you know what I gotta do around here." Carol told me as I scoffed ignoring my girlfriend and flickering through playboy. "Juliana, don't be a bitch." She sighed as I rolled my eyes scanning the women and their hot body's. "I like lace, especially on blondes." I voiced as she scoffed and I looked up to Carol. "I'm not really into grey haired wrinkled women with saggy tits." I fired at Carol who frowned mouth open. "You said you liked my tits!" She frowned. "I say a lot of things, didn't think you listened." I grumbled flicking the page.
"Tell me then and I'll let you off, if that's what you need." She bossed as I muttered, "Doesn't matter now." "Julie, I opened up to you okay? Least you could do is do the same." Carol snapped as I threw the magazine down and hopped off my bunk. "Opened up to me? Well... If we're so open how come you haven't told me a single fucking story about yourself when you were younger? Except from, Barbie's a bitch and Frieda's a cunt." I retorted as she furrowed her brows.
"I do not want to talk about my past but... I can get you an inhaler. Fuck, I'll get you whatever you need but... Do you really think I trust Badison over you? I need you to help her, help me..." Carol pleaded softly cupping my face. I sighed before meeting her eyes, "Okay, but can we talk to each other about your past. I never hear your stories." I asked. "There's a reason why- there's nothing to tell." Carol told me kissing my neck. "Yeah, yeah and I've been to purgatory twice." I replied. "You went to that shit?" She asked as I nodded.
"Malina made me repent because I used to "use weed not like the kiddies in our neighbourhood." I told her. "So what do you say? I get you as many inhalers as you want, I'll even steal if I gotta, but only if you want too." She promised. "No." I refused. "We're discussing this again!" She stated. "We can but the answers still the same!" I frowned to her. "God you're pissing me off baby girl do it for me?" She groaned. "Oh just fuck me." I told her as she furrowed her brows and I shut the door before taking my shirt off.
