Chapter 2 - The Journey

*Focus on Flaca

Flaca collapsed into the nearest seat by the window as the bus lunged forward into action. Through her tear filled eyes she glanced out the window to see a hand pressed against the other bus' window. She wiped her eyes and saw Maritza pressed against the glass, drawing a shape against the mist on the windows. She couldn't quite make out what it was she was drawing but as the bus drew closer, she could make out the outline of a heart. She placed her hand against the glass and intently stared across at her best friend, taking in every feature of her face. Starting with her beautiful dark brown eyes, that had been made red from crying, to her rosy, tear stained cheeks and finally down to her lips. She was going to miss them lips. She remembered kissing them that valentines night, and how perfect and full of emotion that kiss had been, had she been giving the chance, she would have kissed them again. She would have made sure that Maritza knew how she felt about her while she had the chance. Before they were torn away from each other. As the bus grew closer, her hand pressed harder and harder against the glass, some part of her wishing she could break the wall between them, but the glass window remained strong. Before turning the corner, and losing sight of Maritza she pressed her hand to her lips, and blew a kiss across to her, saying her final goodbye. The bus turned and she could no longer see her.

She couldn't quite believe it. Not that they were separated but how much her heart, physically hurt. It was like she had been torn away from the only source that gave her life. She lay her head against the chair, and grabbed her knees close to her body. She wanted to show how she physically felt. Small. Flaca was the tallest of the Spanish Harlem group, if not the whole prison and never once had she felt small. She lay there, crying, sobbing as animalistic sounds escaped her mouth. Her whole body began to shake as she could no longer attempt to hide, or even control her emotions. She lay there until she was physically exhausted and her voice had become dry and raspy. This was the first time she thought to look around. As she glanced around the bus, she noticed that the majority of Spanish Harlem were absent, except for maria who was sat by herself at the back of the bus. She smiled to herself knowing that meant the rest must be on the other bus along with Maritza. Flaca had always been the strongest of the two, so she was glad that Maritza would have the rest of her prison family with her to comfort and look after her. Flaca just wishes she was there alongside her as well.

*Writer's Note*

Thank you to anyone who has been reading my story. This is my first fanfic and i welcome any reviews, good or bad - just knowing that someone is reading my work feels pretty surreal. I have only written these 2 chapters so far, but will continue to post chapters as soon as they are written x