Just Inmates (Alex Vause Fanfic)

Chapter 7: Struggles of being Female

Carter
Struggles of being Female
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Flicking the page of my book I looked up at my bunkies. The orange of my uniform still marked me as a new girl, making me an easy target of weakness. My gaze shifted to the top bunk across the room.

Stewart's bunk. She'd only slept in on one of the four nights I'd been here. And I somehow had managed to avoid being noticed. She hadn't come in after the fight yesterday. I was betting Simôn had pulled her out and was now planning a new visitor for me.

"Oi Carter." Shouted one of the guards. His loud volume making a couple of my fellow inmates wince.
"It's only fucking 6am." Groaned one of them, quiet enough that the guard didn't hear her but her complaint was echoed in the groans earned from all of the other half conscious figures sprawled out on the bunks around the room. The guard held a clipboard in his hands as he looked up. His eyes scanning each of us until he found my figure where I sat, hidden behind the covers of my book on my bottom bed bunk. My legs were curled up to my chest in order to prevent any chance of cramps. My period had just finished but I was still under the influence of fucking period cramps.

"Your new bunk's been assigned." He announced. "Grab your shit."
"What dorm?" I asked curiously.
"E Dorm." He relied bluntly, I sighed in relief. I knew Nicky has her bunk in there so at least I knew someone. "Hurry up inmate, I haven't got all day and my shift is about to finish. Unlike you sleepy heads, I didn't get any shutter-eye all night because of Pennsatucky's midnight preaching, and I want my beauty sleep."
"Jeez I'm sorry." I muttered under my breath, my sarcasm ringing clear enough to earn a snort of laughter from one of the women across the room.
"Watch your tone, keep it going and you'll end up with a shot." The guard spat. Rolling my eyes, I shoved my spare clothes and pillow into my laundry bag. Grabbing my remaining personal possessions which included my book, a water bottle and a silver pendant, I stalked out of the room after the guard. My muscles stiff from the bad night of sleep after the fight yesterday. My legs and shoulder resisted sharp movements as I continued to nurse the injuries from the brawl with Stewart's gang. I'd been worse off before, but it really didn't help that my period was running late and only just finished.

A tall blonde woman lipped down the corridor, her arm slung over the shoulders of another woman. The blonde's gaze met mine. I swallowed to cover my shock at the fact she was still here. One of her eyes swelled up, already blackening from when I punched her hard. Her left leg was strapped tightly in a compression bandage. I felt the edge of my lip turn up in a small smile, knowing I'd hit something when I sent her hard into the ground.
"Hurry up inmate." The guard muttered as he held the door open for me to walk through. Breaking my gaze away from Stewart I walked through the door. A wave of pain hit me hard as I staggered slightly.
"Fucking hell." I groaned clutching my stomach with my spare hand.
"Something wrong?" The guard asked turning to look back at me.
"You know, woman problems." I huffed. He smirked slightly before looking forward as he continued to walk down the corridor. Showing no sympathy towards me as the pain continued to shot through my stomach and core.

"This is your bunk." The guard stated simply pointing at the empty bed inside one of the cubes in the E Dorm.
"Get set up, count's in 10. Breakfast is straight afterward." He walked straight off. Not even bothering to look back at me. I ran a hand through my hair before dumping my laundry bag by the hooks at the end of my bed. The abruptness of my movement sending pain through me again. Hugging my drink bottle and pillow tight, I flopped back onto the bed. The cramps sending waves of pain through me. I shut my eyes, trying to block out the people around me and the throbbing pain.

"Oh look. You've got a new bunkie." Called a familiar voice. Without even needing to open my eyes I identified it as Nicky.
"Finally a new candidate for fuck buddies." Replied another voice, who I also recognised but this time as Alex. Groaning in pain, I rolled over so my back was to the cube entrance and the pair of dirty minded dykes.
"She's a new girl too." I could practically hear the smirk in Nicky's voice.
"I've always wanted to fuck a girl in orange." Alex replied, her tone instantly turning dark and sexual. If I hadn't been experiencing waves of pain which consequently were causing me to shake with abrupt hot and cold flushes. Basically if I hadn't been lying there dying, Alex's tone and highly sexual remark would have turned me on. I buried my face in my pillow to muffle the groan of pain that escaped my lips.
"Look, she even has a tat—"