Carol still sat on the floor of the cell, her tears and laughter never ending as she rocked herself back and forth.
"It's not over; it's not over; she loves me; I'll just give her some time." She mumbled.
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1....
"Times up," she mumbled, her smile getting wider as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
She made sure she looked better before walking out of her cell and scanning around the room searching for Y/N, but frowned when she didn't see her.
She walked to her table and sat down next to Frieda. "Where's Y/N?" She asked her right hand, who just sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Just leave her be, Carol," Frieda grumbled.
Carol gave her a hard glare before huffing and grabbing the cards, like she was going to listen.
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Throughout the whole entire week, Carol has been trying to find Y/N to absolute zero luck; her blood boiled at the thought of Y/N leaving her and going to D-block, but she had a CO check and she wasn't there.
So where the fuck was she then?!
It was driving Carol even more insane than she already was at the time—that is, until it was the day of the kickball game against C and D-block.
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I peeked my head out of my cell, seeing everyone getting lined up for the kickball game, and sighed with relief when I didn't see Carol. Me and Frieda have been planning for weeks.
And Frieda told me that the sabotage trick worked and that she had the stash perfectly hidden. I was relieved when she told me that today was the day that we were going to get out of here.
I cleaned off my bunk and was taking all of my personal items. I stopped at the picture of me and Jessica at the beginning of our relationship.
It was bluntly obvious that I missed her. She ended up getting transferred to D-block but was found dead not long ago hanging from the ceiling light in the janitors closet. Even though people were saying it was suicide, it was determined that she was murdered.
Due to the shiv stab wounds in her stomach, they never found her killer, though I had a pretty clear idea of who did it because they were gone around the time of Jessica's death.
I shook my head out of my thoughts and threw the photo in the small trash. It was extremely quiet in the block, and I knew I was the only one.
I heard someone knock on the door, and I was kind of confused since Frieda said she would meet me at the showers.
"Hey, I thought you said—" I let out a scream when I turned around and saw Carol's face inches away from mine.
I felt my heart beat quicken when I saw the wide and psychotic smile on her face. Her eyes were popped open in glee, and I looked down and saw she had handcuffs in her right hand.
"I finally found you!" She giggled, jumping into her space.
I was going to make a break for the door, but I saw that it was already closed and most likely locked. She must have seen my eyes shift because her smile sort of stiffened.
"Don't even fucking think about it," she sneered slightly.
Within seconds, I felt something collide with the back of my head, and I tumbled to the floor, my vision blurring up.
All I heard were Carol's giggles as she dragged me onto the bottom bunk and handcuffed me to the railings.
"I'll be back after the game; don't miss me too much," she cooed, giving me a rough kiss on the lips before pulling away and walking out of the cell, closing the door behind her.
I was starting to come to my senses, and I started to fumble with the cuffs.
"Fuck!!" I yelled in frustration. I didn't know how long the game was going to last, and I sure as hell wasn't going to wait until it was over.
I was swept out of my thoughts when I heard the door open, and relief flooded my face when I made contact with Frieda's icey blue eyes.
Her face turned into a look of shock when she saw my situation. "You seriously stink at hiding," she grumbled. She took a hairpin out of her hair and started to fumble with the lock.
"Well, she was right in my face and couldn't really run."
"Seriously, the kids like 100 pounds, her frame would be easy to throw," she said, and I rolled my eyes.
I felt the cuffs unlock, and I rubbed my wrists.
"You ready to go?" She said that, and I nodded.
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"Her face had to be the first one we saw when we came back!" I groaned as Frieda sat down on her bunk.
"It's fine, N/N, as long as we're in B-block, she can't hurt us." She tried to reassure me, but I shook my head.
"No, Frieda, did you not see that look in her eyes? I'm telling you that teenage girl is still inside of her. I hate to admit it, but even though she was blinded by obsession, she was fucking clever and still is.
When it comes to me, she'll go through hell and back in order to get a hold of me; nothing is stopping her," I said, and Frieda's face contorted into a look of worry.
