Surviving Litchfield

Chapter Fourteen: Send Her To Max

I definitely didn't want to kiss Stella, but it was hard to push her off of me once she had forced her lips on mine. I'll admit that her lips were soft, but it wasn't what I wanted. The entire time she kissed me, I compared it to Nicky. It made me realize that nobody would ever mean anything to me romantically except for her. This gave me some extra strength and I finally threw Stella off of me.

Her tattooed body was pushed backwards into the sinks and she shot me a dirty look. I didn't care, though. Nobody could kiss me against my will and get away with it. Besides, Stella was the complete opposite of my type. My only type was my girlfriend, even if she happened to be away from me.

"What the fuck was that all about?" I asked. I was furious.

"I really fucking like you, okay?" She yelled, wrapping the towel around her in attempt to cover up. "And your girlfriend is gone, anyways. You could've at least kissed me back, or, you know, not tried to break my fucking spine."

I swallowed hard and clenched my teeth. "There's a difference between telling someone you have feelings for them and forcing yourself on them. And by the way, you'll never be Nicky, so don't try."

Before she had a chance to say anything back, I turned and stomped out of the bathroom. I didn't stop a single time to look back at her. Who does something like that, especially after seeing how distraught I had been the previous night? It was obvious that I missed Nicky and still cared about her deeply. She was still my girlfriend, after all, even though we were separated.

There were about ten minutes until I had to go to electrical, so I hurried back to the bunks. Stella had really pissed me off, which meant I needed some time to cool down before spending the next few hours with Luschek. I walked into 'the suburbs', as we called our bunk area, and ran over to Morello's bunk. I figured that speaking with her for a while would calm my nerves and take my mind off of what had just happened.

When I stepped in, Lorna was curled up in a ball on her bed. She wasn't crying anymore, which was a good thing. She just stayed there, motionless, and stared ahead. I didn't even know if she realized that I was looking at her since she never moved her gaze from the bed opposite hers.

I sat down beside Morello, which caused her finally look over. She sighed deeply and sat up. I pulled her towards me, my arm wrapped around her side.

"How're you feeling?" I asked as she rested her head on my arm.

"Horrible, but thanks for coming in here to sit with me."

I smiled weakly and closed my eyes. "Thank you for letting me sit here. I'm also a mess."

Lorna smiled empathetically and took a deep breath. "I just really miss her. She was like my best friend, and everyone needs someone like that in prison. I saw past her tough act, and you and I both know that Nichols is so good at being tough."

I nodded, looking into the distance. I thought back to the very few times I had seen Nicky cry. She was really good at hiding it (or at least trying to) and I knew she didn't let many people see her so vulnerable. I missed vulnerable Nicky just as much as tough Nicky. Honestly, I just missed my girlfriend.

"Morello..." I said, my voice a little shaky. "I really love her. Will I ever be able to see her again?"

She sighed and shifted her weight a little. I almost didn't expect her to respond, but she eventually did. "I know you love her, and it's so nice to see that. It's obvious that she loves you too. I don't know when you'll see each other again, but love will always find a way."

She was right. If Nicky and I were meant to be together, our love would find a way. Maybe one day, when we were both out of prison, I would see her at a coffee shop or a diner. And if I was lucky enough, she would be sitting there completely alone. I'd be able to approach her and start right back where we left off.

*****

Electrical was boring as ever, especially without Nicky. I fucked around just like she always did, waiting for work to finally come to a close. Seriously, what was I going to do with her gone? Every day would be just as bad as the last.

Just when I thought that things couldn't get any worse, Luschek told me that I was needed in the laundry room. This happened far more often than it should.

"Again? How many times a week do they break their fucking washing machines?" I groaned, grabbing some tools and exiting the room. Nicky was always the one to fix the machines, not me. I knew I'd fuck everything up, and I really didn't want to.

When I walked into laundry, Alex was standing back from one of the machines. I assumed that one was broken, and walked right up to it. Staring down at my options, I lifted up a screwdriver and hoped for the best. However, before I could even start working, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, nothing's broken. I just needed to talk to you." A familiar voice whispered. I turned to face the tall brunette, shoving the screwdriver back with the rest of the equipment.

"What's up, Vause?"

She ran her hands through her hair and smiled slightly. "Piper finally talked to me and she wants to get Stella away from her. Apparently Stella has tried coming onto her plenty of times and she's sick of it. I know that bitch has treated you the same way, so I wanted to know if you'd join us."

I thought back to her desperate attempt to shove her tongue down my throat this morning. It would definitely be nice for all of that to come to an end. With Stella out of my life, I could finally focus on what mattered; getting out of prison and getting back with Nicky.

"Sounds perfect, I'm in. What's the plan?" I fiddled with the tools as I smirked. I could always manage to sneak one of the tools (like I had done for Boo's Christmas present) and murder Stella in her sleep.

"We're going to try sending her to max. You know, put some stuff in her bunk that could seem suspicious. We have to time it right, though, which would have to be right before the guards search the bunks. Someone will have to lure Stella from her bunk, while two others stay behind to leave all of the shit."

I nodded, taking in all of the information. "I could lure her from her bunk. She got naked this morning and tried kissing me, so she's clearly after me. I think I would be an easy distraction. What things are you even planning on putting in her bunk?"

Alex stepped close before talking even quieter. "There's a lot of things hidden in this prison. If you search hard enough, there's phones, weapons, drugs, cigarettes, and pretty much anything else your imagination can come up with. Search everything and then bring your findings here. Just... put it over there in the vent."

Alex pointed to the ground, near where Angie was standing. Thankfully, she was mid conversation with Leanne and didn't notice the gesture in their direction. I stared hard at the little vent and imagined all of the contraband we could fit in it. I was beyond ready to take Stella down.

"Deal, I'll help look after dinner tonight. When are we carrying out this plan?"

Alex thought hard, staring through me and at the washing machine. "Two or three days from now, I'll just talk to Piper and we'll finalize the day. I'll let you know by lights out tonight."

I was about to follow Alex's statements with a question about how certain she was that this would work, but the meth heads interrupted the conversation.

"It doesn't look like you guys are working very hard." Angie yelled over as she folded a uniform.

"Yeah, it seems to me like you two are only talking." Leanne chimed in, grabbing a uniform to fold as well.

Alex bit her lip and looked at them with a disgusted expression. "Sometimes, in order to fix a washing machine, you have to talk to it about its feelings."

I stifled a laugh and added. "Yeah, this machine isn't even physically broken, just mentally. He's been through some tough times recently." I patted the washing machine as if to comfort it.

At this point, even the two meth heads thought we were crazy. It was alright, though, because we had a full plan to send Stella to max. And when she was out of our sight, there's no telling what Nicky would do to her once she got the chance. I almost wished she would kill her, but I pushed that aside. No, not because murder was too harsh, but because I didn't want time added on my girlfriend's sentence.