"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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"Whoa what the fuck?", Hayes- Cindy- yelled.
"Showers busted in Spanish Harlem- y'all want breakfast then get the fuck out and let us shower.", Gloria said.
I was stood beside Flaca and Maritza in a towel- I was a shaking mess. "Please.", I said all too anxiously.
Someone said something I was too uncomfortable to pay attention but suddenly a c.o bursted in and broke up the fight that went down.
We got the showers and Cindy got a shot for calling the woman 'sister'. I found that unfair but kept my mouth shut.
I took my shower and drug my feet to the kitchen where I had to help with the toast and set out trays.
- (next day)
I was waken up by a loud slam on the floor. I sat up and saw Gloria standing and everyone gathered around. I crawled to look down the hallway and saw a pile of shoes all tied together.
I looked and sure enough my boots weren't there. "Someone start untying this shit.", she said.
Taystee and Cindy started laughing out in the hallway and I just looked at them. I hurried over to Gloria, nearly slipping on the floor in only my socks.
"You the chef right? Put salt in their shit.", I smirked. She smirked back and gave me a small nod.
"This is why I like you, Alaniz.", she said pointing at me. "Can you bitches hurry it up?", she clapped.
We got ready and went to the cafeteria. We made or designated meal and had special trays laid out for the negro pendejas tying our shit together.
I smiled in the eyes of Susan as she took her tray then chewed on one of her fingers before walking off.
"Enjoy.", Maritza said smiling sweetly. I held in a laugh as we watched them all sit down to eat.
Some got the first taste and got pissed then others, who didn't do anything, got pissed because of that. We laughed at everything they yelled as we passed out regular trays to the other women.
---
"I heard you gave the bathroom to them assfucks?", I said walking up to Gloria. "You know damn well they only wanted that bathroom for when it gets repaired and they get automated sinks or some shit."
Gloria rolled her eyes and threw a pan into the sink, brushing her hands off before speaking. "We got work to do, I don't give two glorious fucks what they get. I don't want two shots a day for being late, to work, over a bathroom."
I could tell something else was going on in her mind but Gloria has always been loyal and I didn't personally trust her decision but I guess I'd have to.
--- (next day or so?)
We were all busy making some stupid cake or what we could muster up to look like a cake so Maritza could put a candle over it and light it for Gloria to do some voodoo witch bullshit for her baby.
I thought it was pretty pathetic. I would never ask someone else- who hasn't met my child, to throw some curse on my baby boy. Michaels birthday was a while away, March 2nd.
I would never see him grow up- I'd miss his first birthday, the growing up days where it truly counts. He would grow up giving some other bitch attitude and shooting her with toy gun bullets.
I don't even know if he's alive? I know it's only been a few weeks of me in herebut I don't know what the fuck Donnie could do to him.
I didn't want to stay for her baby's birthday cult, it was too painful for me to think about if it were my child.
Instead I trudged my way towards electrical to let Luschek know about why I haven't seen him in over maybe a week now.
I carefully opened the door in case anyone was still inside and I'd have to make up some excuse for why I'm in electrical when I don't even work there anymore. Luckily, nobody was.
"I thought you went and died?", Luschek said looking at me- pretending to be confused. "Did you get put into the deep depths of the prison basement?"
"No but I want to throw at least 6 people down there.", I said rolling my eyes.
"Really thought my tongue scared you off.", he said throwing some box under his desk and then grabbed a cardboard one and going through it.
"Funny.", I said sarcastically. "I got switched to kitchen duty but Caputo said he'd try and put me back in electrical."
"What did you do?", he asked me with some weird 'you're fucking kidding' look on his face. "Put your hand on the wrong ball trying to seduce him into-"
I cut him off with a squeal of disgust. "Luschek!", I giggled. "No! He switched me for no reason- or the reason being the Latinas work the kitchen now? I don't know but I burn pretty much everything so it's fine."
He laughed. "Some of the- how do I put this without being borderline racist?"
"The blacks?", I asked and he gave me a thumbs up. "Almost everything you say is borderline racist."
"They were talking about salt in their food? You have anything to do with that?", he asked, chuckling at my comment.
"I fucking planned it.", I smirked, proud of myself that it's been getting around the prison.
Idk tell me if this story is even any good anymore. I feel like I need to bring the og humor back? I mean I felt it was a little too on the offensive side? Want me to make her an asshole again or keep it how she is?
