Chapter 1: Prologue

Naomi

I stare down at the cuffs around my wrists. I can't believe I haven't repeatedly bashed my head on the table yet. Everything is fucked, everything. They didn't come back for me. I hear the sound that comes from the door when the hinges haven't been oiled for sixty years, and it makes me wince. Not a good way to come from the trance I was in. Cunting bastards.

"Mrs. Campbell." I hear the voice, and goddamn, I already hate it again.

"It's Ms. Campbell dickhead." I answer the dickhead, and he quickly replied by sitting down in front of me at this cold, metal desk.

"Detective Fred McClair." He introduces, though I already know his name. He would be handsome if he didn't remind me of how fucked I am at the moment.

"Oh, the ass that's always interrupting my shows to warn us of the 'Lady Belles'." I say, clear shade in my voice as my eyes again stare at my cuffs. God they're tight.

"Maybe, but you won't have to worry about that much longer, what with one of them in jail and all." He replies, an utterly disgusting smirk on his face. "I'm going to skip all this nonsense right now, here's the truth, you're going to spend the rest of your life in a jail cell. That is unless you tell me of the whereabouts of the rest of your partners. I would ask for all three of them, but we all know there's more than that, now don't we?"

He's still grinning. Fucks sakes he thinks I'm the sell-out, of all the crew. Frankly, I was in jail once before. I think I did pretty well.

"Fuck you." I say bluntly. I'm pretty good at being blunt.

"That's funny... alright then, tell you what." He begins to say, looking like he's had some groundbreaking idea. "You are going to spend the rest of your years in prison, however, I can make sure it's not Roundview prison." That's even worse than the last offer for fucks sakes.

"Fuck you-"

"Wait, wait." He holds up his hand for a couple moments. "For this, you don't have to tell me where they are. All you have to do is tell me everything. Start from the beginning." He raises his brow expectantly, and you know what? Fuck it.

"Alright, so there's this big red ball of swirling gases and materials and then suddenly, BOOM, the universe is made. After a couple billions of years-"

"Start from when the Lady Belles was formed, yeah?" He says after cutting me off. Shit, I was having so much fun trying to remember college biology.

I roll my eyes before taking a deep breath, trying to remember how the fuck it started...

"What the fuck? What makes you think that street art was me?!" I yell as I am again hoisted through a police station corridor towards the group cell. Strange how I still try to talk myself out of things.

"You tagged it 'Get to know me' like every other one of your pieces, of shit." The female cop pushing me tells me.

"I'm starting to think you're just an outright misogynist." I joke now as I still struggle with her grip on my arms. God she's strong. We kind've know each other now, though she only knows my name.

The cell door opens and I'm pushed in. "Nother' one Karen?" A brunette from inside the cell asks. She sitting on a bench, and I take a look at her eyes. They're icy, it looks like she's just watching over things.

"How do you even know her name Effy?" I hear. I'm kind've like a deer in headlights at the moment. There aren't any males in the cell, which is very surprising to me. I glance around the room, seeing what seems to be Effy grinning and still sitting at the bench in the middle of the room, staring at me for some reason.

As I take a look to my left, I see the girl who had just asked the question. She's a redhead, wearing high herls and probably a matching expensive top. She looks annoyed, probably because of the whole jail cell situation.

"So you tag walls, do you?" Effy asks, while I'm still stood there, frozen. I pause while I think of an answer.

"Why would telling you be a good idea?" I ask, giving my usual disgusted look. I'm not very fond of questions.

"Well, because me, Katie, and-"

"'Get to know me' has to be one of the dumbest tags I've ever heard." I hear from my right. I hadn't noticed her before. She looks like she just sat up from a long nap, her red hair a little messy. Did I also mention that she looks nearly identical to the other redhead. Yet... she looks different. Different enough to tell the difference. As I watch her, my heart is beating considerably faster. I'm nervous... for some odd reason. I wonder why I didn't have this same reaction with her twin. I quickly try to make up a response.

"It doesn't matter what you th-"

"Emily, fix your fucking hair, you're making us both look bad." I'm cut off by who I now know as Katie. Why's everyone so rude? Just let people finish their sentences. Maybe it's a twin thing.

Despite the rudeness, Emily begins to fix her hair. I look at the slightly less well-dressed redhead. There's something about her.

"Oh shush Katie, aren't you just angry because you fucked up the shoplift?" Effy says, always in a calm tone, though she is still looking at me. Maybe her eyes show curiosity? I don't know, I can't really decipher them.

"I didn't fuck it up, you said jewelry!"

"You grabbed watches Katie. Jewelry has jewels."

"But-"

"They found you out easily because of the extra weight in metal those things have. In short, do what I say next time, yeah? Emsy was doing fine, had about $2,000 before they linked us to you." That makes Katie shit up. I turn my gaze back to Emily, who has tied her hair into a loose bun and was staring at me. She quickly looks away again after we lock eyes. I can't really question why she was staring any more than I can question why Effy was staring. "That's fine though Katie, you learned from it, and now we have our fourth member. We can do better." Effy states, and in still standing there, probably looking like an idiot. Katie gives me a considerably nasty look.

"Her?! You've got to be kidding Effy, she's wearing a floral jacket for christ's sake..." I'm starting to think Katie cares too much about clothing. I'm also starting to wonder what the fuck she's saying about me.

"Member? Member of what? You're all in jail. Don't think I want a part in this." I say, noticing Emily staring again. Though I guess everyone is now.

"Oh, but you do." Effy says with a smile. "It's probably a better source of income than spending money on all those paint cans." I look down at her on the bench, giving her my worst fake smile and holding a middle finger to her face. Strangely, that finger is covered in light blue spray-paint.

I can see Emily smiling before looking back down at her shoes out of the corner of my eye. She's being too quiet, especially after insulting my catch phrase/tag. My gaze turns to Emily as well as my upturned middle-finger. "'Get to know me' goes with my name, okay? I like it, not changing it."

"Your name's Naomi then?" Emily asks, somehow decoding it. Okay, maybe it's not that good of a tag if anyone can figure out the person behind it. She glances at me before looking back down at her shoes, a small smirk on her face.

And then I'm blushing, putting my hand down. She kind've defeated me there. I again look at Effy.

"What the fuck is the hu-bub then? If you don't mind me asking?" Effy's grin turns into a toothy smile. She raises her eyebrows suggestively as she speaks.

"We're going to rob a bank."