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Aaliyah laid on her bed, skimming through a book, she notices Henderson being escorted over by Pennsatucky from the corner of her eye. Aaliyah stands up, plastering a smile she pulls Henderson into a gentle hug, "Oh I'm so glad you're okay." Aaliyah pulled away, patting her shoulder, she turned to Pennsatucky, "Thank you so much for bringing her back."
"Uhh, sure?" She nods, waiting for her to walk away.
Aaliyah clears her throat, turning to Henderson who had sat on her bed, her forearm bandaged. "Look, I'm sorry for what happened between us in the past. I want to move on, please," Henderson begged, desperately. And if there was one thing Aaliyah didn't like, it was begging. Unless it was sexually, of course.
Though, she didn't want to forgive Henderson. She seemed very desperate and sad. Aaliyah didn't like when people were sad. It made her feel guilty. "You weren't saying that when you was on the verge of stabbing her," Janae buts in, leaning on the wall. Aaliyah didn't even see her there at first. She must've been quiet. Normally Aaliyah would've made a comment but now wasn't the right time for flirting.
Henderon looked at Janae, choosing to ignore her, she turned back to Aaliyah who was in deep thought, her arms crossed over her chest. "Aaliyah, please. I am sorry. Remember when we first met? We met at a coffee shop and you were so kind to me. Please, I'm begging you didn't change. I know you're still that same person."
Janae raised a brow, looking to Aaliyah. "You ain't seriously buyin' this shit, right?"
Aaliyah glanced at her, not answering. "I do remember, Amelia. I remember meeting this lovely girl who was funny, and wouldn't hurt a fly. But, clearly we've both changed. Only, I didn't try to fucking kill your girlfriend." Aaliyah bent down to her level. "She almost died. I found her fucking body on my floor! You have no idea how that feels." Janae closed her eyes, clearly not aware Aaliyah had so much trauma. Maybe it's why she acted so confident and cruel.
Aaliyah stood up, taking a breath, she wiped her mouth, contemplating the situation. "Okay." Aaliyah smiles, making Janae get the creeps for a few seconds. "You have three options."
"Okay," Amelia took a breath, hoping one of them was good. "What are they?"
"Option one. You get yourself transferred," Aaliyah states.
"Option two?" Henderson hesitantly asked.
"I get you sent to Max." Aaliyah shrugs. Amelia sighs, open to that one. "Okay, I'll go to Max," she agrees. Janae raises her brow, knowing for certain that there was a catch. She knew Aaliyah well enough to know there was always a catch. Unless it came to herself of course.
"Okay. But I should warn you. I have friends there, and they, or well, she, doesn't like you very much. Her name's Carol, and whilst you're in Max, she will kill you for me. So really, you only have two other options." Aaliyah giggles, lacing her fingers together.
