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Part 5:Trouble

"Man, business is slow today," Parker states with a sigh.

"Yeah," I comment. There are only three out of eight tables occupied. We're sitting at one of the vacant tables doing our own stuff. Bex is reapplying her eyeliner. Parker is scrolling through his feed. Kristy is brushing her hair, and Lavender is working on her laptop in the back.

"I've been wanting to ask you something, Bex," I speak up.

"Hm?" She stops what she's doing and looks up at me.

"What happened to your neck?" I ask with curiosity.

"Oh, this?" She sets her hand mirror and eyeliner pencil down then shifts her collar to reveal a particularly large scar on her neck.

Kristy gasps, and her eyes widen in shock. "How come I've never noticed that before?" she asks. We all shrug, and she facepalms herself.

"It's really nothing though," Bex remarks.

"But what happened?" Parker asks, now intrigued.

"You didn't know?" I ask.

"Why would I?"

"Because you're the only one who didn't react to it," I answer.

"And that means I know? I'm just not easily surprised. We all have a past the other doesn't know," he comments.

"So do you guys want to know?" Bex asks. We all nod in sync. "Well, as you guys know, I went to jail for my good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend. During my time in jail, I had a fight with one of my cellmates. It resulted in me getting sliced by their pocket knife which I don't know how they were able to hide."

"Maybe they snuck it in afterward, or the previous cellmate left it there," Kristy comments.

"Possibly." Bex nods.

"Who started the fight? You?" Parker asks.

"Of course...not." Bex smiles sarcastically. "Why would I start a fight when I didn't want to be there in the first place. I didn't want to end up in fucking solitary confinement, dumbass," she adds in.

"Well, what did your cellmate do to start the fight?" I ask.

"I wanted to go out for exercise, but she blocked my path like the bitch she was. I pushed her aside then she shoved me, making me tumble into the bed. I got up and punched her in the face, but she was undeterred and called her minions to hold me down while she slid her pocket knife across my neck as she cackled like a revolting hyena. They just let me bleed out until the guards arrived." She puffs out a breath, making a strand of her hair fly to the side.

"God, that's horrible!" Kristy exclaims with furrowed brows.

"Well, it be like that sometimes..." Bex comments.

"It's still pretty shitty of her to do that," I remark.

"Why do you think she's in jail?" Bex asks with a smirk.

"Ha, that's right," Parker comments.

"Well, Parker. Why were you a pervert?" I ask.

"I was not."

"How is filming under female's skirts not perverted?" Bex asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I had no choice," he remarks.

"What do you mean?" Kristy asks with concern.

"I was browsing through the net one day, and I saw some group thing on Facebook, so I thought I'd check it out." He scratches his head. "Apparently, these people were selling those kinds of pics and earning lots of money from it. I thought maybe I'd get something from doing it too. I never had the intention to do it because I liked it." He sighs with frustration. "To be honest, my family was in debt and there was no way we could've paid it off, so I thought since the earnings were at such a high percentage, I could use it to pay off our debt. Who would've known I got caught so quickly though." He laughs with contrition.