Thanks for your kind words guys! Okay. I'll stop disturbing you now.

"Come on, Amy. I'll treat you later. Ice cream. You and me with some gummy bears and Netflix."

"You know this is illegal right? When did you even talk to this guy in person? And why did you even talk to him in the first place?! You'll get yourself arrested by doing that-" Karma quickly covered Amy's rambling mouth with hers. It worked. Karma was kissing Amy. Amy didn't know how else she should respond, she thought she should run away and never come back or just kiss her best friend back. So she chose the best option. She kissed her back. Just when things are heating up, Karma pulled away with a confident smirk on her face.

"Say yes." Karma was wiggling her eyebrows suggestively to Amy who was still has a dazed expression from the kiss.

"You're evil, Ashcroft." Amy just squinted her eyes on her best friend. She was taking advantage of Amy's feelings for her and the blonde knows it. Karma just asked a favor. A big one. She asked Amy if the box, which was filled with cocaine, can be "delivered" to her house by some guy Karma knows. She didn't expect her innocent best friend to be involved in drug transactions. She begged Amy not to tell anyone, but when Amy protested against her request, she seduced Amy into doing what she wanted and it ALWAYS works.

"Okay, it'll arrive 40 minutes after you get home." Karma called out to Amy who was already getting in her car, ready to get home.

"Don't do anything stupid, Karma. You know how much I care for you." Amy said to herself as she start the car, looking through the window to see Karma get in her house.

Amy arrived at her house wondering why she always agree with everything Karma tells her to do. But a sudden realization hits her hard in the face. "Shit. I'll get in trouble if this doesn't stop." She was panicking as she searched for her phone. She dialed Karma's number.

"Hey! Leave a message after the beep!" it didn't help Amy with her panicking.

"Fuck! That was Karma's voice mail!" she thought as she paced the room looking for a solution. She jumped as she heard a knock then headed fast at the door and opened it. She saw a box fully wrapped in packaging tape. She looked for the delivery guy but she only saw a black car speeding away from her house that looked so suspicious. She almost forgot the box on her doorstep when she returned inside, so she snatched it from the ground and quickly closed the door, hoping no one saw her.

"Why did I even agree with her?!" she thought as she got back to pacing and panicking after putting the box down on the kitchen counter. She picked up her phone and texted Karma.

To: Karma

Who will pick this up? It's already here Karma! I'm panicking right now.

She sent the message and waited for a reply that she never received. She examined the box, trying to look for a clue who sent it or who it came from. When she saw a card attached on the bottom, she reached for it but didn't get a chance to touch it when she hears sirens.

"Fuck. It's the police." She thought as she scrambles out of there, leaving the box on the floor and got out through the window and ran. She was running like those fugitives in the movies, trying to get away from getting arrested, but ended up being captured in the end when she got cornered by police cars.

"I never should have agreed."

Amy's PoV

I was sobbing uncontrollably with my arms splayed all over the floor until I felt hands on my shoulders trying to get me up. I didn't have the energy to stand up so I was now being dragged across the room.

"What the heck's wrong with you? You'll get yourself in trouble by getting those people in the next cell mad." I noticed her voice is now calmer than earlier and it made me feel something weird. I was sitting on the floor with my back against cellmate's bed. I managed to stop my pathetic crying and look over her. Wow. She looks concerned. I think I might've compared her to the other convicts here. Maybe she's not as bad as I think she is. She broke our staring contest, stood up and headed to the sink and came back with a damp cloth.

"You really shouldn't be doing that. You'll need your hands sooner or later to save your life in here." I felt sharp pain in my hand when she touched it and wiped off some dry blood on my knuckles. I wince everytime the cloth touches the flesh.

"Sshh. You're only making it worse, you know. Why did you even do that?" she's looking at me now, and fuck, I'm staring at her again.

"Amy! Answer my question, damn it!" she puts me back to reality by squeezing my injured hand.

"Fuck! Okay!" I tried to calm down. "Okay, I'll tell you." I let out a shaky breath before I continue. She's still trying to focus on making my hand a little less bloody while listening to me.

"My best friend got me here, I didn't even know why I fucking agreed to her shit." She lets go of my hand, I think she's done with it as she reaches to the other.

"She was this innocent girl once, but when she started dating this guy…" as sudden realization hit me hard, anger flooded my whole body as it took control over me once again. I quickly stood up leaving Lauren and began kicking my bed against the wall again.

I was too tired that when I was trying to scream words, it came only out just above a whisper like I was talking to myself, "Liam! Fuck you, you piece of crap! You did this to her! You fucking brainwashed her. I can't let you get away with this. Not in this life-" I was still on my little outburst when I felt a hand on my arm spin me around and I was so caught off guard when I felt lips on my own. She sat me down on my bed and pulled away. I stared at her with a stunned expression same as mine, only mine was a little exaggerated when I noticed my mouth was open.

"What was that for?" it was like I was talking to an ant or something because those words came out as nervous tiny squeaks. Her stunned expression changed to her normal intimidating look.

"To shut you up and it worked." She was still standing in front of me with the damp cloth still in hand. Sitting down next to me, she reached for my hand that she was wiping earlier.

"You should continue what you were saying earlier but this time, no more harassing walls and beds, alright? Continue." That came out as a command. I can't believe she's in a prison, she's an angel.

"I was saying earlier that my best friend, Karma, was into this illegal stuff and I realized just earlier that the reason she did that was because of her… boyfriend, Liam." That name didn't taste good in my mouth as I spat it.

"She made me her accomplice. I could've said no, well, I said no but then she did something to make me say yes. I was so fucking stupid. I didn't even mentioned her name on the trial, hell, they didn't even listened to me and those jerks keep on interrupting me when I try to talk, saying I'll just tell lies and more lies." I told her.

She looked at me and asked, "Why didn't you tell them about uh.. Karma?" then returned to wipe my knuckles.

"Because... I… love her." I think I was choking from those words. How could I love someone who uses me like she does? How could I love someone who takes advantage of my feelings for her benefit and how the fuck do I love someone who's the reason why I'm in this fucking cell?! I don't know.

I noticed she stopped wiping my hand. I looked over her and I can't read her expression. Is she mad? Surprised? Is she pitying me? I don't know anything anymore. Then she starts laughing bitterly.

"What's so funny?" my tone was a little harsher when I asked her.

"I just remembered something." She stops laughing and clears her throat once more.

"Well, since you've opened up and told me your pathetic story, I think you deserve to know mine, blondie." She walks to the sink to hang the cloth there then sits on her bed, facing me.

"Well, don't just sit there, fucking come here." She patted the spot next to her and I head over there.

"This might take a while." She says as I sit down.

Thank you for reading (sorry for the typos, my eyes hurt) and stay tuned! :D