* As usual I do not own Charlie's Angels or the characters except people you haven't seen in the show. This story is for entertainment/enjoyment purposes only.

* The story takes place after my other stories (except the K/K-femslash ones). I do look back a lot, and it's less confusing if you've read past stories ^^

* Any resemblance to where this takes place is strictly coincidental. This story is in no way meant to tarnish that place's reputation. This story is not meant to slander the place in any way, shape, or form.

* And as always, thanks Messy Raindrops for help and ideas!

My Violent Heart

Prologue

You have set something in motion
Much greater than you've ever known
Standing there in all your grand naivety
About to reap what you have sown

Becky Nelson was crying with her head towards her knees as she was sitting in isolation, a room with nothing but a bed and a bucket inside of it. She was sitting in the bed, the thin sheet pulled over her body but not warming her battered body up in any way. Her knees were pulled up towards her face in an attempt to protect her own body, while it was trembling from the tears.

She was just 19 years old, she had hardly started living her life yet, and so far everything was a mess. She had ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time and falsely been accused of drug dealing. She had never touched drugs in her life. But without even a fair trial or anything, she had been shipped off to Barnwell County Prison. She knew prisons were hard, and anything else would've surprised her. She hadn't expected it to be fun and games. But she had never imagined it to be anything like this. The inmates were terrified of the guards who ruled this place with a harsh attitude, not letting anything go unnoticed and even the smallest thing would get you sent to the isolation.

The reason to why Becky was in here was because she had spilled food on the floor when one of the elderly women had pushed her over. And she had been here in isolation for a long time. She had lost count on the days, but it must've been over two weeks. Her stomach was constantly rolling over, she felt like she was dying of thirst, but her body wasn't hurting as much as it had been before. She had taken a lot of abuse from the guards before she was thrown into isolation, and she had estimated her injures to broken ribs and a broken arm. It was beginning to feel better, the worst of the pain had subsided a few days ago. But she was wondering if the guards remembered that she was here, or if they had forgotten all about her? The thought scared her, she didn't want to die like this, especially because of something she hadn't done. She was innocent. But no one seemed to believe her.

Sitting in isolation, there's a lot of time for thinking and clearing out your own brain. She was constantly seeing pictures of her two sisters. They were both older than her, and she missed them so much. Their parents had passed away not too far after each other a few years back and the sisters had done everything by themselves, but always together. They had stood with her until the day she got sent her, and the last glimpse from the outside world had been their tear stained faces. She missed them to the point where she thought her heart would collapse.

The door slamming open made her jump in bed, her body complaining painfully as she did. Light shining in through the door made her blink her eyes, trying to get them adjusted to the bright lights she hadn't seen in so long. Someone was standing in the door, and as her eyes settled with the light she could see one of the guards standing there. Without a word, the guard, known as Mara, walked up to her, grabbed her most likely broken arm, and roughly pulled her to her feet. Becky stumbled, the pain radiating through her arm was almost making her pass out, but Mara held a firm grip around her as she led her out.

She was taken back to the barracks, back to the room with the other 12 girls and pushed down onto her old bed. She felt like snuggling into the hard pillow, she had missed this so much. This was not heaven on Earth, but everything was better than isolation. She sat down in the bed and went back to the same position that she had been for the last days. Sitting, leaning against the head of the bed and pulling her knees to her face. Protection.

Mara left, leaving Becky with the other girls. Most of them just looked at her with pity in her eyes, looking at the young girl. Her body beaten, her skin pale and it was easy to see that she hadn't eaten well in a long time. The occasionally served soup in the isolation didn't do much.

Not everyone let her be though. There were always those people who had to pick on the weaker to show themselves tougher. Three women – known to everyone else as Tay, Dee and Coco and also known as three of the worst women in the prison – walked up and surrounded Becky's bed. Laughing to the others, Tay grabbed a handful of Becky's blonde locks and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up and meet Tay's green eyes.

"Welcome back peanut. We missed you when you were away."

"Please…" Becky pleaded quietly, the cry audible in her voice. "I don't want any trouble."

"Well, we always do." Tay laughed, grabbing her sweater and pulling her out of bed. Still laughing, Tay pushed her over, making her fall into Dee, who welcomed her with open arms, grabbing a hold of her before pushing her into Coco. The game of human pinball was something these three were famous for, and they never seemed to get tired ot it. Becky was crying from mental exhaustion as well as physical pain as her injured arm and ribs were shouting at the to stop, but the more she cried the more the other three seemed to enjoy their game. Tay getting a hold of her again, she pushed her towards Dee, who stepped out of the way and letting Becky slam hard into a chest of drawers. She cried out loudly in pain, making the other three give each other high fives.

Her cries in pain didn't go unnoticed though, and it didn't take too long before two younger guards stepped into the room.

"What's going on here?" One of them said sternly, meeting Tay's eyes. "Oh. You again. You never seem to let us rest do you?"

"Now what fun would that be?" Tay smirked, before nodding to Dee and Coco, whereupon the three of them ran at the guards. They slammed into them before the two guards had time to grab their batons or call for help. The beating was immediate, Tay focusing on the older of the two and Coco and Dee kicking at the younger guard who was on the ground trying to protect herself.

Everyone else in the room sat still in their beds or standing along the walls, not knowing what to do. One of the younger girls ran out to get help, while everyone stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, staring in shock. Becky was still on the ground, coughing blood after the edge of the chest of drawers had hit her straight towards her ribs. She felt like she couldn't breathe, she felt like she was choking to death. Blood was filling up her mouth and running down her chin as she was non stop coughing. It was so painful.

More guards ran into the room, breaking everything up right away. Grabbing onto Tay, Dee and Coco they handcuffed them and pushed them into the wall. People were screaming, although Becky wasn't sure if it were the guards or inmates. She saw in the corner of her eye how the female warden, Miss Clark, stepped into the room, shouting, pointing in different directions and making orders.

"Throw them into isolation! Help them to the infirmary! Her too!"

Becky could feel someone grabbing onto her, pulling her to her feet and dragging her out of the room. Still coughing blood, the movement sent knives through her body, and the pain quickly took over. The last thing she ever saw was the empty hallway of Barnwell County Prison.

Time will feed upon your weaknesses
And soon you'll lose the will to care
When you return to the place that you call home
We will be there, we will be there.
- Nine inch Nails.