"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.
Thank you @spacebuns- for the cover, love!!!!
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The punch was nothing serious- unless you consider a large brownish purple bruise serious, and I was sent back to my dorm with an ice pack.
"Hey you got outta work.", Nicky said, lightly punching my shoulder. I glared at her, giving her a 'really you just punched me' kinda look. "My bad.", she said holding her hands up surrendering.
"See you around?", I asked and she nodded.
"Yeah, see you around.", she smiled. "I'll give Luschek a piece of my mind. Hey, I haven't seen you like anywhere besides work... you ever stepped in the cafeteria?"
"I have...", I started, and sucked in my cheeks. "Then got chased out and I haven't eaten anything but a granola bar for four days now- five? Not sure."
"Ah.", Nicky nodded. "Believe me, Reds the best chef this place could ask for. See for yourself, when you're not being a fucking pussy get some prison slop, it's not all slop."
With that she walked away, leaving me alone in C dorm. I laid down on my bed and started sobbing not quite crying but sobbing.
If only I hadn't of been so hopelessly in love with Donnies extravagant appearance and sharp jawline I wouldn't be in this mess.
Sure, I was into drugs before him but I never sold- he made me sell. I listened because I thought he wouldn't love me as much if I didn't.
I didn't even have the ice on my wound, it was laying beside me- leaking onto my blanket. I sat upright, my wound still hurting but what could I do about it.
Tomorrow should be visiting day, I'm not sure. I really need paper and a pencil, I have so many emotions I want to turn into music or a short story for myself.
That means Max better hand in a check for my commissary.
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"Yo, what happened yesterday was bull!", Maritza screamed and punched the palm of her hand with her other hand.
"I say we beat that black sack of shit down.", Flaca said, Maritza punching her arm in agreement.
"I ran my mouth.", I shrugged, as I shrugged my hip was like 'fuck you' and started stinging again. "She's probably in that SHU place so I don't see a reason to hurt her more. She seemed like a reasonable person, feisty but reasonable. I called her a tree."
"Why? Cause she black with curly hair?", Flaca asked and I stiffed a laughed. "Her hair is insane, why she leave it that poofy anyways? Does she have like dandruff or something and she's trying to hide it?"
