Prison Chicks

Top bitches

((2 weeks later))

My last day of bed rest, I can't wait for the warden to come and announce the fact I can move again. The pain has subsided, I just have visible bruising. I hear commotion in the corridor, a group of 4 women come barging in behind Maralee, oh yeah, Maralee was released today... her eyes form daggers on mine. Her crew all stand up as she joins them, looking like a standoff between Maralee's crew and the 4 other women... I can't even leave.

"You top bitches have nothing on us."

Ok well I guess there are two crews... Top bitches sound more badass than top dogs.

"At least our punishments are civilised!" A very attractive woman yelled at Maralee. Like, very attractive. She looks at me and her face drops. "MARALEE! You damaged her too?!" Her eyes spin to Maralee, if looks could kill.

"No." Her hands show her crew "They did. She grassed on me Yazz! We don't stand that!"

"YOU don't stand for that, you don't just beat up others over that!" She raises her voice. I assume she is the other leader, because she snaps her fingers and the three women behind her square up to Maralee's crew. The attractive leader looking woman walks over to me. "You ok kid?"

"Yea as well as I can be."

"When are you off bed rest?"

"Today. At some point..."

"Great. Come find me in the rec room tomorrow. I'm Yazz." She holds her hand out to shake mine. I embrace the handshake.

"Camila."

"Cute." She smiles and directs her crew out.

Maralee and her group of top dogs stare me down. Just then. Warden Tony walks in, "Inmate Camila. Your bed rest is over. Please comply with the rules and stand up so I can remove the luxury comfort." Without hesitation I stand up, sure I'll miss the coziness, but man I need normality here, I feel like a cat amongst loads of dogs. "Well done inmate." He smiles at me and starts to strip my bed of the comfort. "How are your injuries?"

"Not really sore anymore Warden." At the corner of my eye I saw Maralee smirk.

"That's great inmate. Feeling up for work duties tomorrow? The kitchen needs you."

"Yes sir, I can't wait to begin."

"Fantastic." He says while carrying out the remains of what helped me survive the pain.

"Well well well... snitch." I felt Maralee put her hand to my neck. My fight or flight kicked in. I pinched her waist and kicked her knee, she hit the floor with a thud. Her crew glared, sharp eyes of hatred, directly aimed at me. It felt good. It was at that point, I realised, If I wanted to survive here, I had to start up a tough exterior for myself. "What the fuck?" Maralee pulled herself to her feet.

"I'm not dealing with your shit anymore Maralee!" I took this chance to grit my teeth and walk out obnoxiously. Bumping into sweet innocent Jessie on my way out. I made my way to the rec room to chill out and socialize, hoping to expand my circle of prison friends.

"Didn't expect to see you until tomorrow Camila." Yazz toddled over to me.

"Got off bed rest early. Feels good. Stood up to Maralee too." My smile turned to a grin, a cheeky mysterious grin.

"You did what?" Her eyes widened as if to say she was proud of me.

"She hit the floor, that's all I'll say."

"Girl what? Come sit with us. I'll introduce you." She took me by the hand, in a weird way it was comforting. I saw Sabrina in the distance, she glimpsed our hands and stormed out of the rec room. "Guys this is Camila. She only went and knocked THE Maralee to the floor!" The three women I saw earlier cheered and high fived me. Is this what it feels like to accomplish something in prison?

"Wow Camila, nice one! I'm Indah."

"Aye bring it in girl, I'm Linda."

"I'm Tammy, congrats on knocking down the evilest asshole around here!"

I sat with them and we discussed the many issues with prison, such as the inadequate food, the dodgy justice system, the indecent officers. Turns out Officer Fletcher has quite the name for himself here... Officer Feelcher. I can see why, he is honestly such a weirdo. Anytime I pass him, he waits for my answer to change, then glares if it doesn't.

((Later that evening))

I spot Sabrina on my bed, she doesn't look impressed.

"Why was Yazz holding your hand?"

"What's it matter to you?"

"I think you're pretty Camila, It makes me annoyed to see you with her."

"Look pal, I'm free to touch and hang out with who I please. You and I barely know one another."

"But we could get to know one another, I could make you happy." She twirls my hair in her hand.

"Sabrina, you seem nice and all, but I'm not gay."

"Spaghetti is straight until it's wet."

"And that is so obnoxious. You can't use a factual statement based on the science of hot water to express sexuality change. It doesn't work like that."

"Blimmey, you really don't wanna test the waters do you?"

"No, not while I'm being bombarded about it."

"Well then." She yanks on my hair in an attempt to harm me.

"Don't you ever fucking touch me like that again." I shove her.

"Bitch, I've just been telling you I like you pretty much, and you gon do me like that?"

"No. You bombarded me, attempted to change my views on my sexuality. I told you I'm not gay, but lil miss Sabrina must continue to pester me. I may well be young, but I know what I am capable of." Despite the fact I was sent here falsely, I may as well use it to my advantage if I want to survive. I just won't mention my mother... God, I really miss her... just before any tears I was holding in shed from my eye sockets, Sabrina stepped up to me.

"Is that a threat?"

"You wanna find out?" I speak through gritted teeth. Having said that, she wandered off to her own bunk, looking defeated.