Prison Chicks

Dreams are false, right?

Sitting with Yazz and her crew really made me feel at the top, It's crazy to think I felt so low when I started my time. To say I lost my mother, and cried myself to sleep every night, I reckon I coped well. Now I'm with prisons top bitches.

"So Camila, what are you in for?" Ah the dreaded question, asked by the one and only... Yazz.

"Ok truthfully, I was set up. Kevin, my former step dad, an abusive manipulative asshole, set me up for killing my own mother. But I know he did it, and I know that being in here protects him, because if I ever see him, I will gut him like a pig in a tribe's territory." My eyes dark and squinted as I think of all the brutal ways I could end him. Maybe being here does have its perks.

"That sucks, but also you sound dangerous, I could really get down with a girl like you Camila." Yazz touches my hand and smiles.

"Keep it in ya pants Yazz." Indah laughed.

"Careful kid, Yazz is a dangerous lurking secretive lezzer, she will have you on her face in no time." Tammy laughs with Indah and Linda.

"Sorry Yazz but I'm no clitty licker." Yazz's crew cheered my remark, but Yazz just tightened her grip and winked at me.

"Is that so?" Her eyes darted up to mine when she realised I could see her staring at my lips.

Time in the rec room passed by quicker than ever, before I knew it there was a voice speaking through the speakers,

"Inmates assign to your work duties."

"I'll see you later then?" Yazz asks as she touches my cheek, I won't lie, I felt myself begin to blush, but It's nothing.

I headed to my work station, the kitchen, I was greeted by a group of women I have not met yet. A lady named Kaz, she was the leader of the kitchen, Felicia and Mia were assistants, just like myself.

"Camila, as your first duty you can help Felicia wash the trays." Kaz smiles but quickly moves onto something else. I obey Kaz and walk over to the large sink full of trays, Felicia handed me a sponge,

"Get scrubbin girl, stale food is a bitch to clean." She laughed.

"Aight boss." I sniggerd then got straight into scrubbing the trays.

((After job assignments))

"Hey Camila, I need you for a sec!" Sabrina calls out for me, reluctantly I follow her, she leads me to a cupboard, sketchy.

"What's this about?"

"Camila, I'm not kidding, I really like you. When you first walked into C dorm you caught my eye, you're beautiful. Please give me a chance."

"Sabrina, I can't. You are lovely, you seem dateable, just... not by me. Someone is out there."

"I guess. I'm sorry." She frowns and leaves the cupboard. I follow but split ways once the door closes behind me. I feel tired, I head back to the dorm for a nap in fear of fainting through exhaustion. I reach my bunk, laying down with a sigh of relief. My eyes close.

((Camila finds herself in the land of dreams))

"You're cute."

"Why thank you Yazz."

"I think, I think I'm in love with y-"

((wakes up startled))

Woah... That was a dream and a half. What does that mean? I'm gay? No... I can't be. How does one dream determine my sexuality... Dreams are false right?

"Hello sleepy head? Are you ok there?" I turn over to see Yazz standing next to my bed smiling.

"Yes. Uh I had a weirdly confusing dream, dreams aren't real are they?"

"Well." She sits on the end of my bed, "Dreams are the thoughts that stick around in your subconscious. Things you wish could happen. Things you don't even remember doing in your lifetime. Well, at least that's what I think." The corner of her mouth breaks out in a smile like she tries to hide it.

"Well... that clears it up." I laugh it off, but really... am I gay? That's the only question spinning my mind right now.

As the rest of the day passes by, Yazz and her crew take charge of the TV room, we watch sitcoms for hours, Yazz playfully touches me any chance she gets, or at least I think it's playful. She smiles at me alot, but acts bitchy to most other women in this prison... It's confusing at the best of times, but I'm not complaining. As it approaches the last count before bed Yazz pulls me aside, In the same corridor I spot Sabrina staring almost in anger.

"Have I come across in a bad way, you k-know, f-for touching your hands a lot and stuff?" Is Yazz nervous?

"Not at all, I guessed it was just playful."

"Uh yeah playful... Uhm Camila, you know when you had your nap earlier?"

"Yeah?"

"You said my name. Twice. I was there 10 minutes before I woke you, I kinda got curious and wanted to see why you said my name..."

"Oh I don't remember." Of course I remember... It confused me.

"You asked if dreams were real right after..." Her face filled with confusion.

"Ok... I had an odd dream, just something slightly romantic, and it may have been between us two." I felt my face burn, I knew I would be vermillion red by now. I've never been able to hide my red face.

"Y-you're blushing." Her confusion seems to fade as a smile appears and she steps closer.

"N-no I'm n-not." Uncontrollably a smile forms upon my face. I've never thought I'd find myself smiling over a woman staring at me.

"I think you are, and I think I know why." Her fingers play with my hair so delicately.

"And why would that be, enlighten me." I try to show my defensive state, in denial that I really find her attractive, in denial that I blush whenever she is around, but of course I smile wider instead. It's like I lose control of all my facial muscles when Yazz is around.

"Ok. I will." She holds my cheeks and presses her lips against mine, she portrayed confidence but I could feel her nerves as she ran her hands through my hair. My hands gripped her waist, I could hear her breaths intensify under the sync of our kisses, passion building up.

"Inmates! Less touching or you'll get written up!" Our kiss stopped abruptly, of course it was Officer Fletchers fault. Both Yazz and I stared into one another's eyes, holding a gaze until we were instructed to go for last count.

As I return to my bunk, Sabrina cusses me out,

"Thought you weren't gay! Thought you were the spaghetti that never got wet! You fucking liar Camila, I saw you kiss her! Fuck you."

"I guess she made me figure it all out. I don't go for the desperate kind." I smirked at my own comeback, how brutal have I become? I used to be so polite and hated confrontation... Prison changes people. Sabrina continued to yell abuse at me, I wish Yazz was here. It was at this moment that I realised how badly I want to be in D dorm with Yazz and away from Sabrina's bombaring, desperate ways.