Bad Girl

Shattered

this ones for roses

'Baroness, it'll be okay, I will come back.' you try to calm her but she is no longer listening the wall of ice has gone up. Standing up you touch her shoulder but she won't even look at you. 'Eat, please.' you try to coax her but you get no response. With a sigh, you leave to take the call. 'Well, well, well, looks like little miss frosty knickers has lost her white knight.' Barb sitting in her wheelchair is smirking she heard everything. The Baroness doesn't reply she stands but Barb blocks her path. 'Hey, what's the rush? I might be out of commission but I know a lot of women in here who would just love to make you their bitch. That's the good outcome, the other is no one claims you. I guess you will need to learn to defend yourself like a big girl before you get ganged in the shower.' The Baroness puts a hand on either side of Barb's wheelchair. 'Get. Out. Of. My. Way.' her voice is dangerous. 'Or what?' Barb smirks. 'You have no security guards in here, yn is gone. Your defenseless.' she chides her. The Baroness shoves the chair hard and Barb cries out as she rolls back into the wall banging her head. 'You bitch!' she screams but the fashion queen had already gone.

Going to your cell she puts a hand over her mouth walking back and forth she doesn't know what to do. Instead, she lets out an unholy scream of rage and once again destroys your cell as the Baroness's go-to in any situation is to throw things. 'Hey, are you okay?' Kat gently knocks on the door of the cell. The Baroness snaps around grabbing a book and throwing it at her Kat only just manages to dodge it. 'Do I look okay you damn imbecile!' she roars. Kat holds up her hands. 'Can I get you a cup of tea or something?' she offers. The Baroness is shaking. 'She promised that she wouldn't leave me, she swore.' she snorts. 'Just like John, just like the others they all betrayed me.' there is a painful crack of emotion in her voice. She turns and stares out the cell window. Kat approaches from behind gently touching her shoulder.

'Of course, I am happy about it.' you twiddle the cord on the phone.

"Most people sound overjoyed when I tell them they are getting out of jail you just sound depressed." the voice on the other side of the phone replies. 'Crazy times. Things are different now.' you sigh. 'I was wondering if there would be any way to extend my sentence?'"EXTEND?! WE HAVE SPENT THE BEST PART OF THREE YEARS TRYING TO GET YOU OUT OF THEIR AND YOU WANT TO REMAIN IN THERE?! IT'S NOT A HOTEL BOOKING! MS GRACE'S FAMILY HAVE PAID ME QUITE A LOT OF MONEY TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE AND YOU WANT TO EXTEND YOUR STAY?!" you draw the phone back from your ear cringing at the shouting and you feel a pang of guilt.

You don't come from money you have always been a loner, Natalie's parents had been the ones paying your lawyer to try and get you out of there. Now not only are you turning your back on the help you were given but you are shacked up with your girlfriend's murderer. Ex-girlfriend. You correct. 'I understand that I really do but I can't explain it can you just give me some time before you go forwards with anything else?' The lawyer sighs and you both hang up the phone, you stressfully massage your head. You dreamed of getting out back to freedom, you and Natalie were going to go travelling and experience the world. Now Natalie was gone and you have the keys to freedom but you don't want to unlock the door because- because of her. You promised Victoria that you would not let her down and that you would protect her, if you go now she will be done for. The inmates will turn eventually the woman has no filter and her mouth can get her into a lot of trouble. 'I can't leave her.' you get up from your chair and it scratches along the floor.

It's strange how painful betrayal is. It's like stubbing your pinky toe on a bed post but it's across your heart and the pain is much more intense.

'Victoria listen I-' you enter the cell and it's not that your room has been destroyed again, it has, and it's not that you haven't had Kat visit before. You just never walked in on her playing tonsil tennis with your girl-woman-baroness person.