"we already fucked, might as well get attached.", i shrugged pacing the workshop. ive been here not even a month yet, and I already found someone I care about- and no, not just because we fucked.
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☁︎ "I'm pregnant, Donnie.", I told him with a smile. What happened was complicated, he told me it was consensual- that I wanted it. Since I couldn't remember clearly what happened I just went with it- not wanting to piss him off.
"What? Really?", he said and me thinking he would run off as soon as I started the sentence didn't seem as likely when I saw him grinning and heading towards me. "That's amazing!"
"I want to know the gender.", I said mostly saying that just to see if he wanted to know it as well.
"Yeah, yeah.", he started. "So we know what to buy the baby.", he nodded. "I can book you an appointment- do you want it today, I'll make that happen if you do."
He said we. Not me, not him, we. I looked at him with a smile, seeing him already reaching for the phone. "Yeah, sure.", I nodded.
He argued for a while, telling them to just say the doctor had an emergency, or something. Finally, he said he would sneak the person on the phone with 500 dollars to scratch out someone's name to replace it with his.
"Get your purse, babe. We got a doctors appointment to get to.", he said and I felt weird about this. That's illegal, right? Bribery?
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I clutched the sticky phone in my small hands, my short fingers wrapped around it with all my might, as if someone would steal it from me- in reality I was just so nervous on what he would say if he did answer.
I dialed his phone number and leaned my forehead against the box as it rang.
'Hello? Who's this?', Maxs' firm and deep voice answered. I haven't heard his voice in so long, it startled me at first. I didn't respond straight away, instead took in the fact that he hit answer. 'Hello?'
'Max?', I questioned just trying to get him to hear my voice, maybe remember who it was- recognize my voice.
'Mariana?', he questioned sounding confused. 'Where are you calling me from? This number can't be right...'
'No, it's right. And yeah, yeah, it's me alright.', I said with a long pause. I felt myself start crying, this was so embarrassing- talking to your brother while in prison, about to have to ask him for money. 'I got caught dealing. I'm in Litchfield prison for 6 years.'
It was silent. Then I heard him scoff, 'Glad I left when I did then.'
'Not now, Max. Listen, I need general necessities and I can't get them without buying from commissary. I know, you're probably still confused but I don't want to explain it- I'm not ready. If you're my brother, you'll lend me some money. I know you have plenty of it, don't even try to pull that card with me.'
'What're you gonna do? Kill me if I don't give you money?', he said and once again, scoffed. He's really turned into a snob since he got married, but then again, it could just be that I'm his sister and he wants to annoy me.
'Im in here for drugs, not homicide. Now, are you going to be a good person and lend me some money or not?', I asked and couldn't help but smile, even if what he just said offended me. He answered, that's plenty for the time being.
He let out a loud sigh and I crossed the fingers on my left hand. 'Yeah, fine. Just this once, in return for a later explanation of why the fuck you're in there. More then just 'drugs'.'
I let out a shaky laugh of excitement. 'Thank you! It's Litchfield-'
'I know the place. Be there sometime tomorrow.', he said before the phone-line went dead signaling he had hung up. Not to the goodbyes yet, that's fine.
Breakfast was officially over, I saw crowds of girls pouring out of the cafeteria to get to their job. I didn't really want to go to mine but, I did anyways.
It's not like myself and a C.O. were friends but, I'd like to be. Even if it's against the rules, or law, or whatever- hell, I'm already in jail the fuck can they do.
He was nice- yet a dick, funny, and seemed like a nice person in general. I didn't want to not talk to him because a few bitches want to fuck with me on who I'm with.
I suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I tried to ignore it- it was anxiety, from the showers. I felt so uncomfortable as I pushed the door open and walked into electrical, I felt weak but kept moving towards Luscheks desk.
"I need my assignment.", I told him, not bothering with a 'hey' or 'hello' because that would just make me feel worse about before. I swallowed a thick clump of saliva awaiting his response- if he even gave me one.
He skimmed through papers, not saying much, and let the papers fall onto his desk then looked at me. "Guess you're my friend today as well. Still no paperwork.", he said and pushed the chair back, slightly rougher then he did yesterday.
I took a seat, slumping down slightly in it. I owed him an explanation- I don't know why, he's a guard. I shouldn't care for him but, yet here I am about to apologize for needing a better rep.
"I've been getting called a pet.", I whispered and kept my stare down to my lap. "I-I- you don't care, shit. Sorry, give me one of those shots or whatever."
"There's a movie tonight, most of the prison will be there. Meet me here, we can talk.", he said and I felt him touched the back of my shoulder with his fingertip, giving me shivers and my face got hot.
I placed my hands over my cheeks, embarrassed all he did was a friendly gesture and I got so emotional. I still felt so uncomfortable but, suddenly not as much.
IM GETTING TO THE FLUFF GUYS CHILL I GOTTA THINK UP EXCUSES FOR THEM TO TALK! lmaoooo (((: luschek is the electrician in case you're living under a rock, so it's kinda hard to think up excuses that make sense...
