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"Who's the cookies? You know them?" Red looked up from her book, glancing at Badison who was reffering to Alissa and Aaliyah, across the cell of theirs. "They're two women you don't wanna fuck with," said Red, this being the only thing she had to say. Badison didn't seem to care much, wanting to know what was up with the mother and daughter. "See, now that just makes me even more interested. What's their names? What'd they do?" Badison questioned, her eyes still on the brunette who had her eyes closed, humming a tune, most likely a Beyoncé song as Alissa sat on the floor reading a book.
Red signs, might as well answer since she clearly wasn't gonna drop the topic. "Alissa Channing. Murder of the 1st degree. Aaliyah Channing. Arson, attempted murder, possible future charges for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. Is that all, or do you want me to write you an essay?" Badison ignored her side comment at the end, squinting at Alissa, she looked and sounded so familiar. She just couldn't put her finger on it. But hey, she could be a good addition to the team. Maybe then, she could get on Carol's good side again.
Aaliyah could feel eyes on her, slowly she did open her eyes, she didn't even have to turn her head before flipping the middle finger. Aaliyah looked to her mother, still mad at her but she thought she should know they were being watched. "Mum. Fake blonde across us is stalking," Liyah mumbled. Alissa glanced up quickly, seeing the fake blonde staring at her. She raised a brow before lifting her middle finger and returning to her book.
Badison looking appalled but quickly formed a smirk. "Oh yeah, Carol's gonna be begging to get on my good side." She mumbled to herself.
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It was the next day, Aaliyah didn't get much sleep, tossing and turning all night. It didn't help that it hurt to breath. Damaged ribs were probably the worst injury she could get. It hurt to breath all the time. It was the fucking worst. Alissa couldn't get any sleep either, hearing the constant tossing and turning of her daughter. They pulled a few of girls out, plans of moving them to their respective blocks. The mother and daughter were called out, following them, subconsciously standing next to Badison, behind Chapman and Ruiz who were talking.
