Chapter 2

Days pass, but not one of them where Carol hasn't been fixated on me. I pretend not to notice to see what kind of game is is getting at. Is she thinking of ways to literally murder me or is it deeper than that? Why has she shown so much interest in me, but yet she hasn't said a word to me? She just looks in glimpses.

Badison and a few of the younger girls in the group approach me, except they seem a bit off.

"Hey there, pussycat. What is your name?" A girl I don't recognize asks me.

Hesistant, I still tell her.

"Sabrina? Like the teenage witch? You a witch?" The same girl chuckles.

"Nice one, Creech. This is here is our friend, right, Rina?" Badison nudges my shoulder playfully, yet with force.

She called me Rina. She doesn't know me like that. Giving me that nickname, that precious nickname that only Allison can call me. Used to call me. I snap. "Rina? You make me sounds like a stupid ballerina. And friend is a stretch."

Some of them snicker at my comment and Badison is agitated, "Excuse me, Curly Q? I'm just being neighborly. I didn't even mention how shitty your outdated hair is. It looks like you got stuck in a time machine. I was holding back for your sake, witch bitch. Come on, girls," She orders them to follow her as they head back to their table.

I look to Carol, who seems pissed. I pay attention as closely as possible, without seeming like i'm eavesdropping.

Badison and her girls still laughing, approach. "Hey, Carol."

She narrows her eyes at Badison, "You think bangs like that look shitty?"

Nervous, she retorts, "Not yours. Sorry, I didn't think about it like th-"

"Save it. That's your problem is you didn't think," She looks away from Badison. The younger girl scoffs and meanders away. Carol glances at me to see I'm staring at her already. Shit.

I swivel around, hoping she somehow didn't notice. That seems highly unlikely right now. The more I think about...Did Carol compliment my hair, and defending her own was a cover-up? No, don't read into it.

A few days is all Badison give me until she decides she is ready to annoy me again. I have tried to keep to myself, but it doesn't look like that will happen in this place. It feels more like freshman year all over again. Luckily this time, there is only Eckelcamp and Teng with her.

"Can I help you?" I start before she has the chance to open her mouth.

Badison raises her eyebrows and moves in closer, "Yeah, whatcha in here for? Can't be anything too bad considerin' that innocent face and trust me, I'm a good judge of character." She pauses waiting for a response, but I'm not playing her little games. "How old are you, Sabrina?"

I give in," Twenty-eight."

"That's older than I expected, but alright. Now, whatcha in for?" She is persistant, I'll give her that.

"Does it matter?"

She nugdes Teng and chuckles, "Well, obviously it matters enough to get ya in here."

I'm not in the mood to play today. I haven't slept well since I got here. "Okay fine, let me clarify: Does it matter to you?"

Eckelcamp tenses and turns to Badison. She comes back at me with, "Ooh, we have a feisty one here. It does matter since you are in C Block. This is my place, witch."

I look to Carol, catching her attention,"I thought it was her place?" I nod in her direction. She jeers at me questionably, getting the gist that I am talking about her.

The other two girl grin and snort.

Not happy with how this converation has turned, Badison whines, "I-It is. We're all C Block, so it's our place. Now, fuckin tell us why you're here."

As she steps in to intimidate me, I suppose, I head right for the alpha herself. As I approach briskly, quite a few eyes are on me. Carol's small posse tenses.

I stop as I reach her group. "If I tell you why I am in prison, will your minion and her tribe stop pestering me and back off?"

Carol seems thrown off that I spoke to her in this manner. I don't care. Badison is a pest. She thinks for a second, eyeing me the whole time, " I suppose, well that's if I tell them to, of course."

The burly woman, Gail, and the two twins that are with her exchange looks and then focus on me again.

"Well?" Carol seems slightly amused, her eyebrows raised waiting for my reply. I feel my face flush ever so lightly.

I gulp, "Vehicular manslaughter/ homicide."

It seems I have peaked her interest in me even more, "Leave us." With that, her clan hesitates, then walks off. Carol wants to hear all of the details for herself. "You shitting me? You killed someone?"

"Yeah, I did," I'm not sure why she is so intersted. Does she like people for their crime? Kinda fucked up, but I guess being in prison so long can do that to a person.

"Well, don't hold out on me. Damn, so you did it on purpose?"

"Yes, this guy used to work with my girlfriend for some time. He would always pick on her for being gay, said she was a disgrace and that she was vile. His dick friends at worked just egged it on. I wanted to beat his ass for her, but Allison told me that it isn't worth the grief. I wish I had just killed him then." I tear up a little, but quickly act like I cough to wipe my tear. One thing about prison that is apparnt is do not show your weaknesses willy-nilly. I continue, "But I didn't. I didn't do shit. Allison, um my girlfriend, commited suicide. All because of this fucking dickhead." I pause to collect myself. Carol hasn't faultered at all as she listens.

" So, about a week after, I followed the guy home. He drove a motercycle, so once he was pulling up to the road he lived on, I sped the fuck up, knocking him from the bike. He was hurt, but I couldn't live with knowing he was just hurt. Once he stood up and saw me in the driver seat, he shouted something like fuck you lesbian and that's what did it. I floored it, then reversed it, then put it in drive, over and over again. Eighteen times. So, yeah, that's what happened."

I wipe the tears from my face. That was the first time I have talked about it to anyone ever, other than my lawyer. I see Carol slowly nod. She looks back to her girls and they get the hint to come back over. "Lambert, is it?"

I nod and look to the ground, ashamed of my own truth.

The tawny-haired woman gives me a full smirk, "Sit with me sometime." I had a feeling that she wasn't asking. The CO blows the horn, signaling us inside. What have I started?