Surviving Litchfield

Chapter Four: Everyone Deserves Love

I eagerly waited for Nicky to finish her breakfast. This was it. My second day in prison and I was already going to end my happiest relationship. If this is the type of shit you do while you're in prison, I'm hoping that the next year and a half goes by quickly. Next thing I know, I'll be selling my soul to satan or disowning myself from my fucking family.

As Nicky took her last bite, I stood up and practically pulled her from her seat. I just wanted to get this breakup done and over with before I had second thoughts. Even if it was probably the right thing to do, the longer I waited, the more I would think about staying with Bailey.

"Okay, Natalie, calm the fuck down." Nicky said, slightly annoyed. I let go of her and allowed her to stand on her own.

"Sorry, there's just something I need to do."

"If it doesn't involve us having sex, you can chill out a little."

I rolled my eyes but secretly wanted to flirt back with her. Why did she want to fuck me so badly? I just got here yesterday and all she knows about me is the crime I committed. She sure was moving pretty fast.

I walked with Nichols to bring our empty trays up. Like I've said, this place really did remind me of school. You know, just a fucked up, prison-like school. A school with guards instead of teachers. A school filled with adult criminals instead of students.

"Who are you in such a hurry to call, anyways?" Nicky asked, bringing me back to reality as we passed a guard.

"My girlfriend."

"Listen, kid, I'm sorry if what I said about prison relationships bothered you. And sometimes I come on a bit too strong, so just don't pay attention to my flirting."

"You aren't bothering me." I said, wrapping my arm around her like I had done in the library last night. "I just need to have a quick conversation with her. You know, because she's probably worried about me."

"I wish I had someone out there to worry about me." Nicky sighed sadly. With my arm still around her, I rubbed her shoulder slowly.

"You've got people in here that care about you a lot though, right? Like Red and Morello."

She shook her head and slowed her pace. I walked slower as well.

"Yeah, I guess I have them, but they're in prison just like I am. I get out in.. eh.. three years? Where am I supposed to go then? I'm broke and my mom doesn't give a fuck about me." She said quietly.

Her head was lowered and it was obvious that she was focused on the ground. Poor girl, that must be rough. My whole life, I had only known other people who were as privileged as me. I grew up with more than enough money, a sister who cared about me, parents that showed me unconditional love, and friends whose lives were very similar.

I had never really been friends with someone like Nicky, but I was honestly pretty glad that I had met her. This is what reality was; people had tough lives. Deep down, I definitely knew that. But it was different once you had actually met someone whose life was difficult. It was nice to finally be exposed to this, especially after having such an ideal life.

I moved my hand up to her head and ran my fingers through her messy hair. She continued to let me comfort her, which was a relief. After the incident in the library, I wasn't sure if she really wanted me to care about her. That was stupid of me to think, though, because everyone deserves love.

Just as we reached the phones, Nicky picked her head up and started to turn away. I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her from leaving.

"Hey, I'm getting out in a year and a half. So when you end up getting out, just come stay with me."