Thinking Teal (Wentworth Fanfiction)

.:Chapter 27:.

Possession of a firearm on public land. Attempted murder, my ass. The van ride, though bumpy, was ever so soothing. It put my mind to ease. From the thoughts of my finger pulling the trigger of the pistol, to the sight of Bea, possibly in a coffin, as she lay on the cold concrete. They brought her away before I could say bye. But there might be a possibility she is alive. For our sakes, we need her to. For Allie's, mainly. She's going to be a wreck, especially when the girls back at the prison need her most.

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The van skidded to a halt, causing my head to clash with the titanium wall behind me. I lift my hand to greet my cranium, which resulted in my handcuffs following. I watched as the doors swung open, revealing two figures beside it. One was similar. Pale skin, worn out features, and the blondest of hair. Her eyes met mine, as my eyebrows furrowed in sadness. As she stepped onto the van, she was seated separate from me, with another officer sitting in the van for the duration of the ride. Allie was a mess. Her hair fluffed, her appearance fatigued and perished. We both needed a friend.

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As we were ushered out of the van, I was followed by Allie as we were led  to the change rooms not too far west.

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We got out, swiftly turning to face each other. Instinctively, we were quickly in a tight embrace, hearing one another sob into our shoulders. We'd been holding this in since the van. As we pulled apart, I watched as Allie wiped the tears from her face using her teal sleeve. I grasped her shoulders, slightly juggling them.

"We'll get through this." I assure, watching her eyes dart to the floor. "We have all the girls by our sides. We have each other." she nodded smiling slightly. I pulled her in for another hug before we both made our way, slowly, back to H block.

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As we approach our old block, I see Allie stop at a halt, staring off at the space we would usually all enter. I turn to face her, seeing the blood loose from her face.

"Come on," I usher in a whisper, tugging on her sleeve. She reluctantly nodded, inhaling deeply before continuing on, past the black bars and into the block. Everyone's attention was glued to Allie as I stayed at the entrance, leaning against the bars to watch everyone embrace her, as they rightfully should. As Liz finished up her hug with Allie, she made her way over to me, wrapping her arms around me.

"We heard what you did," she whispered, lingering the hug. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, just to nod my head. She pulled herself away, holding me at arm length. She smiled lightly, using one hand to brush away my brown hair. "Mister Jackson told us. You did the right thing. She hasn't been back for ages. We're hoping she won't be back." she's talking about Ferguson, right? She can't undermine Bea. She can't be. As I was about to speak, I notice as Kaz raced into the room, knocking against my arm. But, in some sort of rush, she didn't have time to check back at me, to apologize, and instead went to retrieve a long hug from Allie. Liz and I made our way back to the circle, watching the embrace of Kaz. As they were to part, Kaz's expression faded from her face.

"Ferguson has been put back into general." How long was she out for? The duration I was in court? So.. Two weeks, tops? All high hopes and dreams in the room fade at Kaz's words, like a death hit a baby shower. "Some bureaucratic bullshit." I turn my head to Boomer as she aggressively shouted throughout the room.