Behind Prison Bars

Que Sera Sera.

We haven't upload in forever and we're really sorry about that but we broke up and didn't feel like writing anything together, but we're back together now so we did this chapter.

We've decided to include more than just Hally and Seth's P.O.V. from now on, hope you guys enjoy:)

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Hally's P.O.V.

"...And if he thinks that i'm going to let him disrespect my friend like that, he's got another thing comin'! an' he told me he quit, quit my ass - he's still a fucking stoner 'aw it was only a couple of cigs babe' who the hell does he think he is? the other day he said that it was my turn to clean the toilet, why the hell should i clean it? i'm not the one who does man-sized-shits, i told him that i ain't no domestic fucking housewife, an' sometimes he snores at night an' i wake him up an' tell him 'you snoring again' an' he mumbles somethin' back, falls alseep an' starts his snoring again, an' he's never romantic anymore, he's always whining about being inside, an' how he shouldn't be here, i mean when we first started dating we'd do more stuff together and hold hands more, sometimes we'd just stay in our cell all day together... an', an' i'm complainin' too much aren't I?" Fellissa said, she'd been going on about Jackson all night and as much as i cared, i felt like any minute my eyes were going to close and i would fall asleep whilst she was talking, i kind of was half-asleep and kept on adding the necessary 'yeah', 'really?', 'god, he said that?' and nodding my head when it was needed.

"No, not at all" i reassured her, but she could tell i was lying through my teeth.

"Sorry hun, it should be me listenin' to your problems, not the other way around"

We were both sat cross-legged on the mattress with the thin cover held up as a miniature tent over our heads, like the ones i use to make as a child at night so i could stay up and play with my teddy's and dolls.

"Guys can be so immature at times, anyone would think they were twelve goin' on thirteen and not sixteen going on seventeen" Fellissa sighed "but enough about boys, we're gonna have a girly night in... only we have no popcorn, movies, internet, phones, pizza and those pink fluffy cushions that are always needed for a pillow fight" she smiled and we both laughed.

"'Always make the best of what you have' my my Mom use to say..." i remembered shutting my eyes tightly to stop the memories of her from flooding back.

You need to move on Hally.

I must have made it very obvious that i missed my Mom, Fellissa put a reassuring arm over me "She sounded like a clever person" Fellissa soothed.

"Yeah, she was" i sighed.

BANG BANG BANG

"Rice is here" Felissa said excitedly jumping up onto her feet and running to the cell door to reach through the hatch.

She came back with the exact same meal i had yesterday, she put the metal bowl in front of me and sat down next to me.

I stared ungratefully at the cheap, pitiful meal and raised an eyebrow.

"Is Rice all you eat in here? i feel like i'm in a refugee camp" i asked.

"No, the majority of the times, but not always, every friday we get chunky fries and on special occasions like Christmas and Easter we get..."

"Hold on - we get chunky fries?" my face brightened.

"Yeah every friday" she shrugged.

"Isn't that a bit too luxurious for prison food?"