Oil and Water

S1: E3

Caitlyn POV

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I lay in my room the next day just looking at the ceiling, thinking about Y/n. I have a feeling in my stomach, I'm worried she never made it home. She usually sends a letter by now, saying that she got home safe, but I haven't gotten one. She always leaves it in front of the window, held down by a rock so the wind doesn't blow it away, but I've checked everywhere and there is no sign of a note anywhere. She never forgets to send a letter, last time she was late to send one was because she got beat up pretty badly and was left on the street until the next day, but she still made sure to leave a letter, but this is even later than that day.

Should I be worried. Maybe she got in trouble. I get pulled out of my thoughts when someone knocks on my door "come in!" I yell and mom walks in "I'm off to work, need anything, just tell dad and he'll get it for you" she says, and I nod "see you later Cait" she says, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. I get up from my bed and pull out a box from under my bed. I open the box, revealing all the letters Y/n has sent and I grab one and start reading it

Dear Cait, got home safely but this man stopped me and asked me if he could have a piece of my hair, thought that was weird but I cut a piece for him, and he just ran away with it laughing. Anyways, can't wait to see you again cupcake. Love, Y/n

I laugh and put the letter back in the box, I spend the rest of my time reading the letters Y/n has sent me, waiting for a new one to come but it never does.

Y/n POV

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I wake up the next day to Grant yelling at me to wake up "what do you want?" I yawn and sit up from the bed "you were snoring too loud" he says, sitting down on his bed "weird. I never snore" I shrug and take a look at my stomach, it's not bleeding anymore but it could get infected "I swiped alcohol from the enforcers lounge, you need to put it on your wound" Grant says, it's like he was reading my mind. I look over at him and he already rolled the bottle over to me. I reach out the cell door and grab it, walking back to the mirror and removing the shirt from my wound again. I wet the shirt a little bit where it wasn't full of my blood, and I cleaned the area around my cuts.

Once I finished doing that, I drank some alcohol and then poured some onto the shirt "Hey your too young to be drinking that" Grant says from behind me and I scoff "C'mon, we're in prison, let me live a little" I say, and I can see him shrug from the mirror. I pour more of the alcohol onto the shirt, and I close my eyes as I move the shirt towards my wound. Once the shirt full of alcohol meets my skin I hiss in pain and slam my fist into the wall, but I keep patting the shirt until I got the whole wound

I finish cleaning the wound and roll the bottle of alcohol back to Grant and he gladly takes it, taking a sip before putting the cap on it "your too old to be drinking" I say, watching as he puts in back under the bed "no one is ever too old to drink" he shrugs, and I laugh, sitting back on the bed and leaning against the wall

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Vi's POV

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I hear the door start rattling and then it opens. I look up, wiping my tears and I see Ekko standing there, looking down to the floor in shock and sadness and it hit me. I stand up and he looks at me. I walk to him and tears run down his cheek. I hug him tightly "I saw everything" he cried "Be- Benzo. They..." I could feel his tears on my arm, and I hug him tighter "what about Vander?" I ask, "They took him" He stammers "where?" I ask, Ekko always follows people, so I knew he knew. He sobs and leans further into the hug, and I just let him.