(I'm not sure about law shit, I only watched two seasons of HTGAWM and three of Lucifer, don't judge 🤧)
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Alexa's POV
My head was rested on Jaime's lap as she combed her fingers through my hair, gently massaging my scalp as tears ran down my cheek. It's been about two long gruesome weeks since Y/n's been in that hell hole and two weeks since I've seen her.
I should be fine with the distance since we went months without seeing one another but this felt different. I couldn't just go up and see her.. not like before. Charlotte advised that I try to keep my distance since the prosecutors would try and use me against her, try to get me to testify.
So that left me here. Feeling empty and heartbroken at the thought of Y/n behind bars.
"I'm telling you, she's probably like Daddy from orange is the new black or something." Jaime tried to ease but that only made me sob harder. Who the fuck died at the end? "Oh shit I forgot she.. never mind um," she cursed under her breath before rolling me onto my back to look up at her. "Listen, shes in protective custody so everything should be fine. The prison wouldn't want someone like Y/n to get hurt... they're afraid of getting sued. You saw how they treated Judy King."
"Judy also ended up as a hostage and was tied to a plank of wood." I mumbled, my voice thick with emotion. I wiped my eyes as she frowned. "Your analogies suck."
"Hey... I'm trying." She protested before un-frowning when I let a soft giggle slip past my lips. "You get my point though. Y/n is Y/n, she knows her way around everything."
"I know." I turned back to my side and looked at the TV with the paused episode of How to Get Away with Murder. I grabbed the bag of Reece's and the remote before pressing play. "I need to talk to my dad." I said lowly as Annalise grilled a suspect on the stand.
"Isn't that like, what, infraction or whatever?" I shook my head and dropped the candy into my mouth.
"I'm not a witness, I can talk to whoever I want. And I'm not trying to get anyone for Charlotte.. I just have to know his reasoning." She nodded in understanding. "Will you go with me?"
"Well yeah." She said with a scoff. "No way am I letting you go by yourself- I can call one of the football players I work with too if you want?" I cracked a smile and she scratched my scalp softly. "I gotcha bestie."
"Love you, James." I mumbled.
"Love you too, Alexander."
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I pulled my beanie down, a yawn leaving my lips as I knocked on the wooden door of my childhood home. I knew he was here, his truck with the two dice in the mirror was parked in the driveway.
"So, this guy real aggressive?" Jaime's football friend, Jackson, asked with his arms crossed.
"Yep." I sighed out before knocking again. "I'm sure you can scare him down though. You look like The Rock." I mumbled just as the door swung open.
Rich held a beer bottle to his lips but as soon as we made eye contact, he froze. "Lexi." He spluttered, beer dripping down his lips as he chocked on the liquid.
"Rich." I said before crossing my arms. "We need to talk." He brushed his hair back and nodded, moving to the side to let me in but tried to block out Jaime and Jackson. "I'm not being in here alone with you... let them in." He raised his eyebrows in shock before moving to the side for them.
I looked around the room, my emotions flaring up as nothing but bad memories came up. The time he slammed me against the wall by the TV. Then getting thrown over that sofa and pinned down... the feeling of the cold linoleum floor when he left me there all bruised up and fending for myself. Good times.
