Guilty (Camila/You)

Chapter 6

Your POV

"Hernandez! Y/L/N! Cell inspection!" 

Ally and I didn't even have time to react before the door to our cell bursted open and a small group of prison officers came crashing in. Well, certainly can't say I have a good feeling about this.

The two of us carefully went to stand in the middle of our cell as they threw our stuff around, looking for something. This wasn't the first time that something like this happened. It actually happens really often. They keep getting tips from other prisoners that we have some things from the illegal market hidden here, but every time they just came out empty-handed. Or maybe with something very small, like one single cigarette or something. 

And most of the time, it's found under Ally's stuff. I've asked her about it a couple of times, and every time she'd just tell me that it really is hers and that no one had set her up or forced her to keep it or anything. But honestly, I'm not buying it. 

Even though I've only been here for a couple of months, Ally seemed like one of the most innocent people I've ever met. I still don't get how someone like her could be locked up in this fucked up place. However, the point is, she doesn't seem to be the type of person to have the guts to even try to step foot in the "illegal" market here. So I'm actually really convinced some of the other inmates kept forcing her to hide their shit and poor Ally just doesn't dare to tell the truth. 

"What the fuck is this?!" one of the officers suddenly exclaimed loudly and came to face us with a small plastic bag with some pills.

Okay, so this seems a little more serious than some fucking cigarettes. There is no doubt that these are drugs.

I looked over to Ally and saw her slowly shrinking to the floor in fear under the officer's eyes. I refuse to believe that this shit belongs to her. Looking around, I saw that we've gathered a nice crowd outside of our cell. My eyes then landed on one particular person.

Boss.

She was standing there with a smug smirk on her face. Once she locked eyes with me, she did a little slid-throat motion with her finger to her neck. 

At first, I thought people called her Boss because she was the leader among these inmates. But apparently, that's also her last name, so that's very fitting. It's nice to put a name on the person who's already beaten the shit out of me the first day I got here. I've soon learned that she really is the main bitch of this entire prison and that pretty much every rule-breaking thing happening here has something to do with her. 

And because I've set off with her on the wrong foot. She definitely knows how to make my life here a living hell.

Just now, with the way she's smirking at us. It really doesn't take a genius to find out that these drugs under Ally's pillow belong to her. 

The officer that found the drugs roughly grabbed Ally by her arm and yanked her out of the cell. "You are in some deep shit right now. Expect to spend at least another 3 years here--"

"Those drugs are not fucking hers," I interfered as I stepped forward and grabbed Ally's other arm, trying to pull her back in. The officer let go of her, so I quickly pulled her to stand behind me. 

"So, you're saying that these are yours?"

"They're Boss'," I said, nodding over to her. She arched up an eyebrow and glared at me in the most intimidating way possible. 

The officer looked between us before walking over to Boss and grabbing her by her arm. "You're coming with me."

Boss raised her eyebrows at the officer, really astonished and ridiculed. "Are you seriously believing that fuckhead and not me?"