"To thine own self be true" Yellowstone fanfiction

chapter 19 "if it hadn't been for love"

It was two and 2 months. Prison wasn't all that bad. I was treated well. I knew this town, I knew these people, I knew the guards. When I did them favors they did me favors. Quickly I gained popularity along with tattoos and muscles. There were only three things to do, work out, chat and read. I've read every single medical book that this Damn prison could offer. I could take a person apart and put them back together again, I was that educated. I was toned. My stomach was toned and my arms were muscular. Not muscular in a weird manly body builder way, in a sexy attractive way ya know. I was popular among the crowds. I knew what everyone was in for, I knew who was being let out soon, I knew who was getting fucked and who wanted to get fucked. I knew who was screwing the guards for perks and who was smuggling dugs in for fun. Weekly I was given visits from Jamie and my father. I was told I was going to be let out in three years. That's a long fuckin time. Jamie is working on the sentencing. I pled guilty with self defense. The pictures of my wounds and bruises are a huge piece of evidence, so Jamie says. We also have a lot of witnesses that witnessed his abused towards me along with his awful words spoken out loud to me in that bar that night. Jamie says we have a good case. My hearing is next week.

I sat in a booth with glass Infront of me and telephone in my hand. Since i was in for murder I could only sit face to face alone with my lawyer and father. I stared out of the glass waiting for someone who came to visit me. My face lit up and my smile widened at the sight of rip. He took off his hat then sat down Infront of me. His cheeks were red and his smile was cheeky. "Look at you" he smiled. I giggled softly "you look like a whole new woman twitty girl" he smiled watching my body and movements. "Stop looking at me like that" I laughed. "How are you? I mean from what I can see you're doing pretty good huh?" I shrugged "it ain't so bad. Everyone knows the name so." He stayed quiet a moment as he watched my face. "I miss you" I mumbled into the phone. Rip looked down slightly. "Heard you won't be out for awhile" i scoffed sadly. "no kiddin. Rip...why did I do that? Why was I so stupid to do that"

"It ain't your fault. You were in trouble. You did the right thing. Your father isn't mad. He understands" I shook my head "but rip..'' I pulled my shirt down showing my scar on my chest. "I disobeyed this. I fucked the meaning of this!" Rip shook his head "you did exactly what that means. You saved yourself to save the ranch. Who knows what else that mother fucker wouldn've done. You did the right thing. Your old man says he had brothers on the other side of Montana.. wanted to take out your old man" I looked up at him with an angry laugh "I made a huge mistake taking that mother fucker back" I looked down. "Why did you?" He questioned. I huffed "I...I guess.. I don't like to be alone.. I like to feel love and I like to feel wanted"

"You are always wanted...you didn't need that piece of shit to know that. Sure you weren't the friendliest with your family at the time...but you had me" he said softly into the phone. He kept his head down to hide his mushy words from being spoken too loud.
"You don't have to wait for me anymore rip.. I understand if you wanna.. ya know"
Rip looked down with a slight smile. "when you get out I'm all yours honey. All yours" I smiled slightly as I leaned back in my chair crossing my legs. "No more funny business with my sister. God so help me if I find out you did somethin with her again-"
Rip sighed heavily. "Twitty don't start" I stood up as I smirked. "When I get outta here the first thing I'm doin is ripping them pants off you boy. Ya hear me?" Rip chuckled aloud. "Alright. That's a fuckin deal. I can deal with that" I smirked. "I like you Junie bug. I think I'll keep you round awhile"

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In the court yards I sat around some girls who were friends of friends. They've all been in here for years, longer than I would be myself. One woman's name was dolly. She was the closest I've ever been to another person. She was short, 5'3 maybe, long blonde hair around the age of 46. She was involved in a hit and run 15 years ago. Killed 3 people. She's been my best friend through these years. "Any idea of when you're getting out?" She asked me as we shared a donut. I wiped my powdery fingers on my lap. "Thinking I have to serve two to three more years. It was self defense. I've been in here longer than I should be" she hummed a smile as she ate. "Any big plans when you get out?" I shook my head. "Ain't nothin special waiting for me on the outside" I sipped my water.
"Rip sounds pretty special to me" she giggled softly. I shrugged "I mean yeah. Life will still go on. Just nothin special" "no kids for you two?" I shook my head "god no. I mean I haven't even been with the guy. Knowing my history? It isnt gonna last. Im not keeping my hopes up"

"Well. Things change you never know. Just don't kill the guy. Maybe you'll pop out a couple kids. Name one after me would ya?" She smiled bright. I nodded "I will. I promise"
"You better! Raise them better than I will ever be. I fucked my life up. teach em all the things you would change about yourself. That's what I told my daughter to do" I thought for a moment leading with a thoughtful nod. "Will do" I smiled softly. "Wwdd! what would dolly do?" We both laughed aloud. I glanced to the gates as they opened. A singular officer stood at the fence. "Dutton! Let's go!" I furrowed my brows as I waved off dolly walking to the man's side. "What is it?" I questioned. "Bathroom duty" he says as he leads me down the dark cold hallway. "Bathroom duty? I've never had bathroom duty"
"Things change twitty" he opened the steel door to the bathroom. I felt a weird feeling as I stepped in. The doors screeched as he shut it behind me. Usually the guards stays in the room with us... But he did. I looked around with suspicion. No one was in the bathroom and the bathroom was spotless. Suddenly the door opens with three larger woman approaching me. Anger and motivation written on their faces. I stumbled back tripping over a mop bucket. "woah what the fuck" I held out my hands to stop them. "This is a message to your old man!" One of the butchy woman shouts as she swings to jab me with a shank like knife. I grabbed the large woman's wrist tilting it upwards so when she swings she stabs herself in the neck. The woman falls to the ground gargling her blood. I pull the knife out of her fat throat, taking it for myself. The second woman, smaller yet still large dives at me. This time she used a sharp can lid. She grabbed around me holding my forehead back against her chest. She attempted to slit my throat holding the tab of the can lid. Blood poured down my neck and chest but it was no where near where she actually had to cut. I threw my hand back stabbing her in her fat belly. Pulling out the knife, I turned around to stab her in the eye. I turned back around to see the last woman. A short middle aged blonde woman...Dolly. My face dropped as I watched her coward against the wall. "What the fuck!?" I yelled. She shook her head "I'm..I'm sorry twitty..." She threw her weapon on the floor pushing it to me. A broomstick whittled sharp. She held up her hands. "Dolly. I..I trusted you" she shook her head as her hands shook with her. "I...it was..f..for alot of money...I .I couldn't give it up.. I've been in here so long..it'd be great to have some power" I stood in front of her with the shank to her throat. "who paid you" I asked. She shook her head "I can't say"
"Yes you fucking can! Who sent you!?" I looked down "the guard...outside the door.. he..he just...gave us cash and told us what to do.. I..I'm..so..sorry twitty" she was shaking. She was terrified yet willing to face the consequences. "...you know what I have to do to you...don't you dolly?" Dolly nods. She tilted her head up. She squeezed her eyes shut "just do it. Just...do it" she had no tears. No remorse. "My grandfather once told me A story about the native Americans. How they would strong then take death when it approached them. They stood there and took any kind of beatings or death they needed to. All because they believed they were warriors that way" dolly looked at me sadly. "Thank you for the company doll" I stabbed her in her throat. Her eyes didn't lose connection with mine. she gargled and choked. She stared at me with her eyes wide and her mouth open. She hit the floor. I watched her with zero time to grief. I banged on the steel door. The door was opened casually as if nothing happened. I slowly crept out of the bathroom. I reached around the door quickly dropping the officer to his knees. I held the same bloody shank to his throat. "Who sent you" the guard stared up at me horrified "fuck! Fuck! Please I have a wife and kids! Just wait!"

"Shut the fuck up! You'll be fucking fine if you tell me who the fuck sent you money!"

"S...some guy! Some guy in the men's prison! I don't know his name! He gave me a lot of fucking cash! I don't know anything else! I swear to god!" I pulled away from him tossing the shank to the floor. "You're gonna cover me on this right?" I said pointing to the door. He nods and says "I'm in your fuckin debt! Okay?! I'm in it! For sure!"

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