Author's Note: So this is based off a dream I had last night - I've added to it...and yeah. This is not a fluffy fic. At all. Warnings of violence.

Title from the song My Mistakes Were Made for You - The Last Shadow Puppets

It's a Lot to Ask Her Not to Sting

Today was a bad day.

Lorna had been coping alright so far since getting out of Litchfield. She had been out for around six weeks now. Nicky helped her a lot. She couldn't have done it without her.

But today was a bad day. She had started categorising days into 'Good', 'Bad' and 'Okay'. Nicky would ask at the beginning and the end of each day 'So, what's the verdict?' And Lorna would reply with one of the three answers.

This morning, when they had woke and Nicky asked sleepily, with one eye still shut, 'What's the verdict?' Lorna truthfully replied with 'It's gonna be a bad day.'

She hadn't had a good week overall, but today was the worst she had felt in a long while.

She dressed up nice to try and cheer herself up. Maybe if she felt pretty she would feel better. So she applied some powder and bronzer and of course, her trademark bright lips. She chose the red today rather than the bright pink she had worn yesterday. She grabbed a summery floral print dress from her section of the wardrobe in Nicky's flat (she had basically moved in now), chose a pair of pale pink flats for her feet and admired her efforts in the mirror. Her hair had even curled nicely today.

But today was still a bad day. She could feel it in her gut and from the slight pressure gradually growing in her head.

Nicky was at work, at a small café just a couple of streets away. Lorna was meeting her in a couple of hours to walk her home. When Nicky first got the job, Lorna was still at Litchfield. She had told Lorna over the phone that she had got a job as a waitress and Lorna had nearly cried laughing – Nicky serving customers.

Nicky, trying to make her smile less cynical, stopping herself from rolling her eyes, keeping her sarcastic remarks inside.

Nicky trying to be polite. The thought had been hilarious to Lorna. But Nicky seemed to enjoy having a job. That's why Lorna felt guilty for wanting her to be home all the time. But she needed her home today. She was still struggling with what happened the day before.

Yesterday, someone had recognised Lorna in the street as 'Christopher's psycho stalker'. It was a friend of Christopher's. He told her that people like her should never be let out.

He said that she was a danger to everyone and she should be locked up and the key should be thrown away. He said it was a good job Christopher and Angela had moved away, so she couldn't try to kill them anymore.

Lorna had been getting over the whole Christopher situation. She had been coming to terms with it recently, with Nicky's help. She had stayed grounded by focusing on her reality.

Her main focuses she liked to think about when she had a bad day were her relationship with Nicky, her friendship with Piper and Alex (all her friends were from Litchfield, no one else could understand her anymore), her improved relationship with her sister, Franny, and her fairly frequent phone calls from Red, who wanted to know how Nicky was and if they were both actually eating without having someone to cook for them.

Lorna had always been so oblivious to the fact that the public could know about her. She never gave it a thought. At the time of her trial, she hadn't taken the charges seriously and was too wrapped up in her own head to even contemplate other people's opinions and reactions. All she had wanted to think about was Christopher.

And now, she had never thought it would come back to bite her. She didn't even think that anything would happen, unless by some awful chance she ever crossed paths with Christopher or Angela again.

So when his friend had hurled these horrible insults at her, she broke down. Nicky had been there, shouting obscenities back at him, but it had completely ruined their day. Lorna didn't sleep all night, especially after Nicky suggested to Lorna that she should go and see a therapist. At first she had denied she needed help and told Nicky that all she needed was her.

But Lorna observed the weary look in her eyes, the glint of hopelessness that had flashed there as she had completely rejected the idea. As though Nicky had been waiting a long time for an opportunity to ask her this, to ask her to go and see somebody.

So she had laid awake, worry plaguing her mind. Was she being selfish? She concluded yes. Nicky was spending every second of her time running after Lorna. She was spending all of her time with her on the good days, going on trips out, meeting other friends together. And on the bad days she would drop everything to hold her, remind her of reality and be there for her.

Lorna realised that trying therapy sessions would be helping Nicky too. She couldn't expect Nicky to help her out alone. So that morning, they had sorted an appointment with a therapist. It turned out Nicky had found one with a good reputation a while back.

The first session was in a couple of weeks. And Lorna was already nervous to say the least. And such a high state of nerves made her now improving distinction between the real and the fantasy blur. All the confusion made her angry with herself.

Later in the afternoon, Lorna went to meet Nicky at the café and she saw her laughing and stood quite close to one of her co-workers as she lit her cigarette for her. Already a little irritable and the pounding in her head even worse, her mood lowered even more with jealousy.

Nicky spotted her and waved her over. Lorna dragged herself over, forcing a smile onto her face as she gritted her teeth in irritation.

Nicky threw her arm around her as she reached her. Placing a kiss on Lorna's forehead, she turned to her co-worker. The girl smiled.

'So you're the famous Lorna. We've heard a lot about you.' Like what? What had she been saying? Irrational anger poisoned her usually positive and friendly demeanour. She widened her false smile a little.

'Lorna, this is Kaley. Kaley, you already guessed.'

'It's nice to meet you.' Lorna's voice had a slight edge to it. Nicky frowned a little at her. Kaley looked away as she took a drag of her cigarette.

'You okay?' Nicky murmured.

'Do you mind if we go?' Nicky shook her head and began to walk with her.

'Later, Kaley.'

'Bye Nic.' Nic?

Feeling her arm jerk back, she noticed Nicky had stopped to turn back to Kaley.

'Hey Kaley!' She looked around. 'Hope the night out is good. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.' Nicky winked at her.

'Doesn't leave much out then, huh?' Nicky laughed.

'You fucking watch it!' Waving again, she turned back around. Lorna kept walking, the hand furthest from Nicky curled into a tight fist, her fingernails pinching her palm.

'What's up kid?' Nicky dropped her arm from her shoulder and held her hand instead. Lorna didn't grip her hand back. Lorna shrugged. They walked the whole way home in silence. Lorna could tell Nicky was in a pretty good mood today. This annoyed her even more.

As they entered Nicky's flat, Lorna locked the door and instantly sat at the table, knowing Nicky would choose the sofa opposite. Just as she predicted, Nicky slouched onto the sofa and flicked the TV on but kept the volume low. She massaged her temples with one hand. Lorna was staring at her, her breaths shaky. She grabbed the salt pot, gripping it tight in her hand.

She couldn't help it.

'You two seemed close.' Her tone was clipped, harsh.

'Yeah well, she's one of the only ones at work who's actually fucking decent. I don't think I'd be able to cope in that shithole without her to bitch about the others with.' She laughed a little as she spoke. It was obvious Nicky felt the tension and was trying to keep the peace.

'I see.' Nicky shifted, sitting up a little. She turned the TV off, meeting Lorna's glare.

'Lorna, seriously, what's up?'

'What did she mean, it 'doesn't leave much out'? What was that supposed to mean?'

'What the fuck…Lorna…Are you jealous?' Normally, she would've flushed bright red at this comment and either denied it or admitted it but either way laughed at how ridiculous she was being.

But today was not a normal day.

'I'm pissed off, that's what Nicky. Who the fuck is she?' The whole way home Lorna had convinced herself that something had happened between Nicky and this Kaley. She hated this girl. She hated her as much as she had hated Angela.

'Lorna! I fucking work with her, you know that!'

'Oh yeah, I'm sure that's the only time you've seen her.' Her tone of voice lowered dangerously. 'Did you fuck her while I was still in prison?' She stood up quickly and threw the salt shaker to the ground, the porcelain smashing on the hard flooring. 'DID YOU FUCK HER NICKY?' She was shaking, she couldn't see straight. She could feel tears beginning to build up in her narrowed eyes. Nicky looked incredulous, a small spark of panic in her wide eyes. She stood slowly, holding her hands palms up, motioning for her to calm down.

'Lorna. Lorna, listen to me. I haven't had sex with anyone else. Okay, nobody. I promise you, I promise.' She was stepping nearer to her. Still shaking, Lorna began to nod, then violently shook her head.

'No. No, you're lying. You're lying. She's a whore Nicky. A whore. She's just like Angela, exactly like her. I know it. Nicky you can't let this happen.' She grabbed her collar and pulled the startled Nicky towards her. 'I have to get rid of her Nicky, she's going to ruin us, she's going to fuck you over Nicky!' Tears were streaming down Lorna's face now and her knuckles were white with how tightly she was holding Nicky's blouse collar.

'Okay, okay. Lorna let go and we can talk about this, alright, we can. We can sort this out, me and you yeah?' Lorna didn't reply. She was staring intensely right into Nicky's eyes. One voice said she was lying, the other was telling her not to be so stupid. She didn't know what to believe anymore.

'You can't go to work anymore.'

'Lorna-'

'NO!' She shoved her fists into Nicky, roughly pushing her backwards. Caught off guard, Nicky stumbled back, falling to the floor hard.

Lorna couldn't control herself. The pressure building all day in her head was bursting. It felt hot, numb. She couldn't think. Nicky pulled herself up and backed away, her hands up as though in surrender.

She looks so scared, Lorna thought. She felt a new wave of tears begin, but she couldn't stop the voices. She only looks scared because you've figured out she's lying.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, Nicky softly rubbed her collarbones where Lorna's fists made contact. She opened her mouth to speak but just as she was about to talk, her mobile rang. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

'Who the fuck is that?' Lorna's voice was quiet and low. Nicky's eyes widened in fear at Lorna's tone.

'A few people from work invited us out tonight – both of us Lorna. I said we weren't going but they really wanted us to. They'll be ringing to see if we want to. But we'll stay in yeah, talk this through. Come on Lorna. Lorna? Can you hear me?' Nicky slowly began to walk towards her but Lorna stormed to the sofa and grabbed Nicky's mobile. She looked up at Nicky, venom in her dark brown eyes.

'It was her. IT WAS YOUR FUCKING WHORE NICKY! YOUR FUCKING WHORE GIRLFRIEND! RINGING YOU WHILE YOU'RE WITH ME! I'LL FUCKING KILL HER!' She threw the mobile at Nicky who ducked just in time. It hit a cabinet across the room, shattering the patterned glass door. Chancing it again, Nicky walked towards her. Tears were pouring from her eyes now too.

'Lorna, stop it, you know I would never hurt you. I would never hurt you Lorna.' Nicky's hand was trembling as she hesitantly placed it on her cheek. 'I love you.' She had never said it before. It caught Lorna off guard for a second. But the voice was there to push her back. She's saying that to get you to forget about it. She narrowed her eyes.

'Liar.' She hissed at her.

Before Nicky could do anything, Lorna slapped her hard: the force of it made her head flick to one side. Pure hatred was running through her veins.

She couldn't breathe, yet her breaths were loud and erratic.

She couldn't see, yet all she could look at was Nicky's scared eyes and tear streaked face.

She couldn't hear, yet she could hear the blood pounding in her ears.

She could hear Nicky's sobs as she pushed her to the floor.

She could hear Nicky crying her name as she hit her. She could hear her telling her to stop. Pleading with her.

But these sounds didn't register.

Neither did the feeling of her hands hitting flesh. The feeling of her fingers pulling hard at the wild hair she had only ever pulled gently on before.

But none of her senses registered.

Only the voice telling her never to stop. That Nicky was a liar, a cheater. A whore.

She couldn't stop.

Author's Note (Again): I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I deserve to go to hell. The next chapter will be up very soon, I've already half written it. That will be the only other chapter.

Please review if you want to, okay, I'm gonna pack my bags ready for when I'm sent to hell.