Abigail Andrews had two identities. On the Northside, she was the perfect daughter and sister. The one parents would point at and tell their children to be more like. On the Southside, she was the perfect girlfriend to Ghoulie gang leader, Malachai...
I let out an ear piercing scream. "MY EYES! MY EYES BURN! CLOSE YOUR DAMN DOOR!" I kept my eyes shut as I clumsy felt for the door knob to slam Archie's bedroom door shut. I open my eyes now that the disturbing view was gone, but the image burns in my brain. A naked Veronica and Archie attacking each other like animals in heat. A feminine moan and deep groan made me back away from the door and hurry back to my room.
"This is what I get for needing to use the bathroom when I get up." I rub my eyes. I shook my head trying to will the horrifying experience way. I didn't want it to ruin today, because today is the day that I'm going to visit Malachai in prison for the first time. I have never been so excited and nervous at the same time. So, nervous that last night I planned my outfit and researched the rules of a prison visits.
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From the phone calls with Malachai, I decide that a sexy outfit would be more torture than fun for him. Laid out on the bed was a t-shirt that said monster make the best boyfriend with Frankenstein hold his bride on it and blue skinny jeans. I brush my hair and did my makeup, before changing into my chosen outfit. I slip on a pair socks and black converse. I grab my phone and land yard that had my keys on it off my dresser and made my way out of the house. I got into the 1940s Red Ford Tudor Street Rod and drove to Shankshaw prison.
I was getting out of the truck when Alice Cooper's car pulls up by mine. "Does your father know that you're at a prison?" She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Does your husband know you're picking up F.P. from prison?" I smirk, raising an eyebrow at her.
"How do you know we're picking up my dad?" Jughead rolls down the back window.
"You don't think word gets around in prison. Gossip is one of the few luxuries they have." I roll my eyes at the conspiracy theorist. I still haven't forgiven him for ambushing me at my locker. He didn't even tell me sorry when he found out he was wrong.
"We're going to take F.P. to Pops, if you want to come?" Betty invites me, making her boyfriend and mother give her a sharp look.
"I would love to Betty, but by then visiting hours would be over. So I'll be getting inside and you can get Mr. Jones. I'm sure he's ready to get out of here." I walk backwards as I wave them off.
After I sign in and got patted down, I was lead into the visiting room. I sigh as I took a seat. I was hoping I would at least get to hug him, but by the thick glass between us I knew that wasn't going to happen.
The door on the other end open, I held my breath as I watch Malachai be guided in by a guard. I look him over as the guard uncuffs him. He was wearing a gray button up shirt with SP-54891 stitch on it, underneath was a white shirt, cheap looking gray elastic pants, and white sneakers. He even made a prison outfit look deliciously good.
I rip the phone off of the wall when he sat down, making him chuckle. "I didn't think it was possible but my Queen may have missed me more than I miss her." He picks up the phone to talk to me.
