"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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☁︎ "Donnie, stoppit!", I laughed as tried to push his hands away from my tickle spot on my stomach. My legs were currently thrown over the back of the couch while my head was hanging off the seat of the couch.
"Alright, alright.", he said letting me get up out of the uncomfortable position that was most likely cutting off my blood flow in my toes. "We gotta get going though, I got people waiting."
"Can I sit this one out?", i pouted.
"And have me risking if something goes wrong all by myself? Nah, get up mami, lets go.", he said pulling me off the couch and bringing me towards the door and out to his BMW where he locked the car and drove off.
We got to the part of the woods all shady teens, and adults, hell even elderly, come to smoke pot or snort cocaine then headed off to deliver Donnie's shit.
"Donnie, boy!", a large man yelled grabbed his hand and pulling him in for a chest bump. "You got our shit?"
"In my girls bag.", he winked and faced me. I set my bag on a dirty picnic table before pulling out bags of cocaine and a baggy of unprescribed marijuana. The men rushed over, I stepped in front of them.
"You seen the shit, you pay Donnie or you ain't getting nothin'.", I said crossing my arms over my chest. They groaned, turning about and handing wads of cash to my Donnie, with that I took my bag and walked away with Donnie.
Sticking around here was never our thing, sure it's hidden but the most suspecting spot is always the least suspected. It's why we do our mess at Donnies place, obvious and big but nobody pays any attention to it. ☁︎
I read a flyer pinned on the billboard saying something about a talent show/Christmas concert thing. I unpinned one off the board and tucked it in my zip ups' pocket.
A Christmas talent show? In prison? I rolled my eyes and shook my head to my own self as I walked the halls to my bunk. It might be fun, no?
I was turning to walk into my block, you know wanting to read my goddamn book, but I took a step and my body collapsed onto the ground.
I was still awake, however, my eyes were slowly closing and throat squeezing like it did a few days ago when arguing with Luschek, and heard a few people yelling for a guard but couldn't see much with a bunks wall in my point of view.
I heard loud footsteps, figuring no other inmate would be near me, and just waited for the c.o(s?) to bring me back to medical. I knew it was from being so sleep deprived and hungry but I couldn't speak.
I let out a scream in pain, my bruise clenching up and that particular thing I didn't know why it was happening. Sure enough, I heard a walkie beep and a mans voice- Bennett I think- say something about an injured inmate into it. Me.
I didn't want to go to medical. I didn't want help, in all honestly I wanted to be left alone. I was then lifted into someone's arms, I couldn't move my head or my throat closed even more.
"Inmate Alaniz, I'm bringing you to medical. Don't- uh, don't die.", Bennett said all too awkwardly. I wasn't going to die, I'd know.
I was laid onto the same bed as before- well different bed but the same kinda thing. When he set me down my heart skipped a beat- and not in a good way. I started coughing, my throat getting worse and my bruise being clenched each time.
I saw Bennett was trying to find the doctor, and eventually did. He hurried over and felt my throat full on pressing on it making me start coughing all over again.
"Dang.", I heard the doctor groan, he slid over grabbing a needle and sticking it in some medication then tried to rip my arm from my bent position. I may have been almost out but I must've had my self defense on in my tiny little brain or something.
I could feel his grip tightening as my arm refused to bend down. "You gotta let me give you this-", he was cut off by me letting out screams in pain. I quickly realized this was serious.
My arm gave out trying to stay bent and the needle was plunged into my skin so fast I doubt he put it in the right place. He did a few other things to my body and then came back with a clipboard.
"Have you been eating?", he asked me. I weakly shook my head. "Sleeping?", he continued.
"I can't.", I responded stuttering. He left the room for a minute and came back with a tray of food- the kind that's probably in the cafeteria. I wouldn't know.
I couldn't sit up, I was far too dizzy. He pushed the table closer to me and I took a piece of toast into my mouth, biting down slowly.
As I ate I watched to see what the doctor was doing and slowly sat upright. "Uhm, Alaniz is it?", he asked and I nodded. "You're aware your 'diet' was a stupid idea, right?"
"Diet? I was forced to keep out of the cafeteria, scared out. You think I wanna be this skinny, I'm like a Latina trapped in a white bitches body.", I scoffed.
"You have low blood pressure, I think you'd be just fine. Try buying from commissary if you don't like the food.", he said setting his board down and I took a last bite of my food.
I forgot I had low blood pressure, it completely went over my head. What happened ten minutes ago was not low blood pressure, but frankly I did not want to know what it actually was.
"Can I go?", I asked, I still felt woozy but this guy was making me feel all sorts of uncomfortable. He nodded and I sat up, hurrying out.
