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Aaliyah's trial, fortunately got moved up, therefore why she was currently on her way to court. Two other inmates were across from her, seemingly also having their trials today. She was put in a room, it didn't take long before Alec got there. She smiled at her brother, the latter sitting down across from her. "You look beautiful sister," he said, noticing her new haircut. "Thank you. I feel brand new, like a barbie." Aaliyah chuckles to herself, leaning forward.
"Well, I'm just gonna go over a few things with you before we go out there. I think can guarantee right now that you won't be getting any extra time for the assault. We have a few witnesses today, one of them in which you know. I believe her name is Alison, yes? Apparently she saw the whole thing go down." Alec explained, showing Aaliyah a picture to jog him memory just in case. "Oh yeah, she's my friend. How'd you contact her?"
"She contacted me actually, they were attempting to give her extra time so I dealt with that and in return, she wanted to help you today." Aaliyah smiled, happy that Alison was willing to do that for her. Even if she wished it was Janae. "Okay, but first, I need you to give this to Janae. It's really important." Aaliyah slid over a folded up paper, Alec taking it with a nod. "I'll make sure she gets it, Liyah. I promise." Aaliyah nods, patting his hand greatfully.
The trial went surprisingly great. She got to see Alison again, along with seeing her dad, Teyana, and baby Amira. Tons of people actually showed up as well in support of her. She was declared innocent, so far only getting one extra year for the riot. But it didn't matter, a year went by quite fast. She was just grateful that Alec was able to get her out of the situation. Damn did he make a good ass lawyer.
As of now, Aaliyah was being sent back to Litchfield. When she got in, the tension in the block was very unpleasant. Girls were sweating, iching, looking like their lives have been sucked dry. She raised a brow, heading to her cell, she spotted Carol laying down, reading a magazine. She looked up at Aaliyah's presence. "So? What happened? You guilty?"
Aaliyah grinned, "Innocent on all accounts!" Carol shared a similar grin, high fiving the younger girl who sat down. "Though I did get one extra year for the riot. When I'm on camera burning a bunch of chips and tampons, it doesn't tend to go so well." Carol chuckles, remembering when she seen that on the news. "One year is nothing, and hey, this means you can finally go back to your girlfriend soon."
"You tryna get rid of me already?" Aaliyah jokes playfully.
Carol shrugs, "Things are getting tense around here. I don't want you around when shit blows up." Aaliyah smiles, laying down next to the woman who made room for her. "Yeah, I noticed that. The junkies look like they've been dried out. What's goin' on?" Aaliyah turned her head to look at Carol, rather than turning on her injured side. "Barbara and her fuckin' dyke squad tanked our entire business."
