10 years. Had it really been that long? She took a long drag on her cigarette. It was a little past midnight, and Alex had been home all of 5 minutes. The stiffing loneliness that greeted her at the door was crushing, so she had chosen to retire to the balcony of her apartment. 10 years it had been since she had last saw her. 10 whole fucking years, and still she plagues my mind. Laughing, Alex exhaled. Smoke billowed out in dramatic puffs that mixed with the cold night air. Taking in another drag, she flicked it to the street below. Sure there had been others. Many, many others. After Piper left she had tired to fuck herself into oblivion, and it worked for a while. It was much harder during her time in prison though. All that time with her thoughts and not many opportunities to fuck. That chapel was fucking handy though.
Freedom. Alex sighed. 7 years she had been in Litchfield for. 7 long fucking years. And to think she had craved this day since entering that shitty little hell hole. Oh how she had wished for many things whilst she was in prison. Her books, a hot shower, a comfy bed, but mostly a decent cup of coffee. But there was one thing she still craved the most. Piper. It always leads back to her. Fuck. Alex stretched and cracked her neck. She was tired.
The bus journey into the city had been bleak. All she had with her was her vintage black leather jacket, her wallet and her old phone and the clothes she had on when she was arrested. That was all that had been contained in the plastic bag that a CO had graciously threw at her whilst walking out the door at Litchfield. Inside her wallet she had found her apartment key, and a little cash. With no other plans, and no where else to go she made her way home. This isn't home though is it? Home was with her. Alex shook her head. Stop, I need to stop. It's been 10 fucking years, she's moved on. Get a fucking grip Vause.
She pushed herself away from the balcony and went inside. The room was illuminated by a single lamp residing on her desk in the corner. She looked around. Nothing had changed since she was last here, nothing was out of place. Could do with a clean though there is fucking dust everywhere. Walking over to the fridge she opened the door and grabbed a bottle of water. Inspecting its contents she found nothing else that would satisfy her so she haphazardly slammed the door. Shedding herself of her jacket as she walked over to the living area she unceremoniously flopped onto the couch. It had been a very long day.
Nestling into a comfortable position she turned on her phone. She opened her contacts. Scrolling through she realised her whole phone book consisted of those from the cartel. I'm not getting sucked back into that shit. Clicking on select all contacts she paused. One name stuck out. Fucking Piper. Her finger hovered over her name. So much was history, so much had happened in the past. She had had the balls to protect her throughout the whole trial, but none to make any contact. She left me. I have nothing to feel bad about. She paused. Deselecting Piper's name, she deleted the rest. She chucked her phone to the side and pulled her blanket over herself. Ive lost everything else, I cant yet lose the option of her too. She closed her eyes. She hated the hold Piper still had over her.
Freedom had been so long coming, but all Alex felt was alone.
