Done my time and served my sentence.
3rd Person PoV
"I never meant to hurt him, see. He exaggerated a few taps into a huge big thing that ended up in such injustice. Women don't hit men. That's not how it works."
She sighs, tapping her fingers in anger on the metal table. Her new found friends agree gruffly. Audrey smiles and picks at a loose thread on her orange jumpsuit.
"That's fucking horrid. How long have they put you in here for?" Her cell mate, Rebecca, or Beck as she's known, asks, picking at her food.
"Ten years." Audrey whimpers.
"For a faulty abuse case? That's bullshit." Another of the women exclaims, rubbing Audrey's upper arm in sympathy.
"I know. Like, it's not my fault he's a pussy." Audrey smirks, and they all laugh, attracting the attention of the guards in front of each door. They peer at one another in confusion, laughter is a very odd sound to hear in their line of work. When the laughter dies down, the largest woman in the group leans across the table and motions Audrey to do the same. When their faces are very close together, she licks her lips before whispering.
"We know a guy on the outside that could take care of that for you, hon," she says, then leans back with a smirk. "He can get you information on him, or he can kill him, either works." She says, finishing off with another gruff laugh.
"He's brilliant. He murdered two of my ex husbands for me and never got caught." Beck grins. Audrey smiles at her.
"Do you think he could find me out everything about him, and then kill him if I don't like what I hear?" She asks, playing with a strand of her hair.
"Absolutely girl, I'll hook you up."
Audrey smiles sweetly, showing lines of startling teeth.
"Perfect."
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Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)
FanficHe didn't notice it at first. By the time he did, it was too late. (Contains violence and harsh language.)
