Chapter 1:
"Are You Fucking Kidding Me?"
Blood.
There was lots of it. Piper ran away from the scene as fast as she could, unsure of the fate of the woman she had just hit.
She entered the chapel quietly, hiding her bleeding hand under her coat. Luckily no one saw her because they were all starring at the uplifting spectacular dance choreography Taystee was doing with the other girls. She exited and quickly made her way to the dorm's bathroom.
More blood dipped into the sink. She needed a bandage and maybe even stitches, but she couldn't risk going to the infirmary. They would send her to psych immediately and that would just make her the prime suspect.
She went into a stall and got some toilet paper to put on her wound, but it would just get soak instantly. Her mind and her sanity slowly gave up on her. She dropped the paper and sat on the fungus-infected floor, not caring that she was bleeding out on herself and on the floor. She closed her eyes, let the tears stream on her face and easily drifted off of consciousness.
Her lids fluttered slowly a few minutes later. A woman was helping on her feet, and it was too blurry to see the details of her features, but the body in which she landed felt too familiar. Alex.
"Piper, Piper shit wake up you're bleeding," Alex said, giving gentle slaps on the blonde's face. She got her out of the stall and sat her the counter between two sinks. "You need to go to the infirmary, I'll go get an officer."
"Alex, no. Don't," Piper blurted out quickly, half conscious.
"You're bleeding, Piper. Get over your shits already." Alex snapped, making her way out the bathroom.
"I killed her," she murmured just loud enough so that Alex could hear her.
Alex walked back to her, eyes wide opened. "What?"
It took a little while before Piper responded, then she looked straight in Alex eyes and said, "I killed Tiffany"
"What do you mean you killed her, when? What the fuck did you do Piper?" Alex asked.
Piper looked down. Even if things were shitty between her and Alex, she felt incredibly ashamed to tell her what she'd done. Alex wasn't a saint and she had done bad things, but killing was a whole other deal and she wasn't sure she couldn't bear what Alex would think of her after that.
"Piper…" she said more softly this time.
"She attacked me. She wanted to kill me in the name of god." She began. Her hand was hurting more than ever now and she fought to stay conscious. "She told me I wasn't worthy of nobody loves. Larry had just left me and you were mad at me. I lost it. I started punching her and she … oh god." Piper passed out again before she could finish.
"Piper!" Alex shook her but this time she was not responding. "Shit".
The dark haired woman took Piper in her arms, carried her to the nearest shower and put her down, closing the curtain behind. She ran as fast as she could out of the bathroom and through the halls she was happy that no guard was there to tell her to walk. She stepped in the dorm and found Nikki in her bunk.
"Where's the fire Vause? Miss my talented hand on your pussy already?" She joked in her typical fashion.
"I need your help it's serious, go in the bathroom and wait for me, I'll be there in a sec. Don't ask just go and don't let anyone comes in the bathroom."
Nikki simply nodded, stood up and made her way out of the dorms.
Alex fumbled in one of the inmates' drawer she knew had a sewing kit. She shoved it in her pants as well a few maxi pads that lay on top. She ran back to bathroom.
"Are you gonna tell me what's happening?" Nikki asked.
Alex didn't answer. She put the stuff on the counter and then opened the shower curtain to reveal the blonde lying in a pool of blood.
"Holy shit!" was all that came out of Nikki.
"Help me get her on the counter." Alex ordered. They lifted her on the counter. "Her hand is cut. She needs stitches," the brunette said as she got out a needle and thread. She grabbed the maxi pads and tossed them at Nikki. "Make a bandage. I don't care how be creative."
Alex proceeded to close the opened wound. Luckily the blonde couldn't feel anything and Alex was thankful that her mom had taught her to sew when she was younger. The stitches looked pretty nasty, but it had stopped the blood from flowing nonetheless. Nikki gave her the patch she'd made and they duck taped it on her hand.
"Dude this is some serious shit. What happened?"
Alex knew this wasn't her story to tell. She trusted Nikki with almost anything, but this was Piper. She couldn't risk telling her then finding out she told other people. She hated herself for carrying so much about her and sighed. Nikki was still looking at her, waiting for an answer but she chose to ignore her. "I need to clean this blood, would you be okay to bring her back to her bunk?" Alex asked calmly.
"She's like twice my height. No way I can carry her there. Why don't I clean up the mess and you take care of your girl." Nikki suggested.
"She's not my girl." Alex said firmly. Nikki put her hands in the air innocently and started cleaning the blood. Alex felt grateful to have a friend that was willing to clean up her idiot of ex-girlfriend's blood without explication and she reminded herself to thank her properly later.
Alex had found harder to carry Piper to her bunk—mainly because she was exhausted from the stress of the previous hour. Piper still hadn't woken up and she sat on the floor next to her bed with The Catcher in the Rye, waiting for the blonde to wake up. Then there was this turmoil in her head. She worried about Piper and she was fucking mad at Piper. Her brain wasn't sure how to process that, but as always caring for Piper was inevitable.
As she carried on with the reading of her book, she found a passage that was very appropriate at that moment. She read it softly, "That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can." J.D Salinger was right; Piper had driven her crazy. She turned to the blonde and added, "And yet I don't know how to live without you, Kid."
Piper finally woke up 30 minutes later. Alex had stayed with her to make sure she was okay, but she hadn't really thought through what she was going to say once she woke up.
"Alex?" Piper looked at the girl on the floor. "What happened?" she asked, bracing herself up on her elbows.
"You passed out. We fetched you up with stitches. Brought you back." Alex answered frigidly as she closed her book and stood up.
"You stayed with me?" Her tone was wishful and maybe even a little bit surprised. After all she knew she had broke her heart, and knowing Alex she wasn't one to forgive so easily.
And as she expected, Alex hadn't forgiven her. "And now I'm leaving. Have a nice life." The brunette said as she turned on her feet as she pulled up her glasses on her head, determine to get away as fast as possible before Piper could say anything else.
Then there was the alarm that stopped her before she could even leave the room.
"Fuck" she thought as she lied down on the floor with the rest of the inmates in the room.
"Attention all inmates." A voice announced. "An attack took place tonight inside the gates of Litchfield, leaving the fate of a fellow prisoner uncertain. Until we find out who's responsible, some extreme measures will be taken upon some of you. You are to stay put until our C.O are done escorting the suspects".
A group of officer entered the room. Alex noticed a guard walking toward Piper and bringing her out as well as a few other girls. They fussed and asked what the fuck they'd done. She knew they had a reason to complain because they were all innocent. The girls were frisked and taken away for no reason and she hated Piper even more for being so selfish.
Then hate became such a weak word to describe her feelings toward Piper when she saw the rookie C.O, Fischer, walking toward her with an apologetic look on her face.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Alex said and like the other before, she was frisk and taken away. Regardless of the circumstances she was glad that it was Fischer out of everybody. Less thing she needed right now were dirty men hands feeling her out. The frisk had been brief and respectful.
She was brought down to the SHU along with the other prisoners. This was the first time so many people were brought down there at the same time. There were eight rooms available and they were fifteen so they were two per room. Alex prayed to be the one alone her room— the last thing she wanted was to be stuck with someone who would drive her even more crazy then this place. The ones who had been brought down there were just very unlucky and had been at the wrong place and at the wrong time. She felt sorry for them.
The C.O walked her to her box and unlock the metal door. Just before opening it she said with a smile "I chose the room carefully for you Miss Vause." She winked at her, opened the door then pulled her gently inside and closed it behind her.
Who was the girl sitting on the bed in front of her?
Piper. Fucking. Chapman.
A/N: I apologize for the mistakes, English is not my first language and I have no beta. :/ This story will be longer if I get enough reviews telling me you are interested for me to continue it, so please tell me what you think! Hope you enjoyed :). -SRW
