Aiming For Her

4. She's broken, Literally.

My jaw wobbled, and my head flew sideways. The sound of Rookie's punch echoed over the walls. My face hurt so much that the skin on my cheek had begun changing from tan color to a bright crimson. I stilled, feeling the shock and terror ripple through me, turning me numb.

The inmates stopped clearing their food plates to observe us. Their hostile glares had my heart beating my rib cage. And no matter how much I prayed they'd look away, they didn't.

Damn them all.

"Want a free bruise with that slap, Ponytail?" a cold voice teased. The anger built up inside me as I gazed up at Rookie's hard glare. Which sent invisible daggers through my heart. I didn't know what her problem was, but I knew how much I wanted to rip that ugly look off her face. Even if it meant leaving her faceless, it wouldn't have mattered. At least she would've looked the least bit decent.

Without a second thought I delivered Rookie's slap right back to her. Her head snapped back in the most horrendous sound, echoing throughout the cafeteria.

A couple inmates laughed at this.

At first I thought I would care, or be apologetic in some sense. But instead I found myself content with what I did. Rookie deserved that punch more than I deserved mine, and she got it, fair and square.

Out of nowhere there was a flash of black skin, and Brownie's body immediately slamming against mine. The cause of her impact had me hissing in pain. My shot wounds began to burn, melting all my insides around my hip. With a curse I pushed her back, but Rookie had already begun to pin me to the floor. Her knees kept my legs on the ground while her sharp finger nails dug into my skinny wrists. Struggling, I let out a cry.

A huff escapes my lips as they took back control and beat the living crap out of me.

"Go on Brownie!" I herd Rookie urge, her tone bitterly and desperate.

"Beat her harder!"

And she did.

The cries of mine instantly became forceful. Rookie hauled my feet off the ground and held me up for Brownie so she could take another swing at me. I expected her to daringly look into my eyes, but she didn't. Instead her eyes were trailing up and down my body, as if she were wondering on what to hit.

I wanted to bolt away, but Rookie held me captive with her sharp finger nails. I shut my eyes at the pain burning up my wrists. Just another squeeze away, and Rookie would've cut my skin like a blade.

"Let me go" I begged.

Rookie's eyes glittered in fiery, "you should've thought about that before you punched me in the face, bitch"

I gulped.

Oh my Juniper, you're going to die!

Brownie narrowed her eyes at me. Her fists swung a full 360 degrees, and meet me right at the middle of my neck. Everyone went crazy as I choked. She beat me until it was red and my eye was a midnight purple.

My throat felt swollen all of a sudden. It was hard to sallow. One of my eye's couldn't see anything because she spent minutes bruising it up. Now it'd begun to tear by itself, dripping down my reddened cheek and neck.

As the fighting gained more attention, all the other inmates started jumping up on the lunch table. They broke their trays, flipped the tables, and began chanting out the names of two people. The louder it got, the more the floor vibrated with the words, "Brownie! Rookie! Brownie! Rookie!"