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Day 1 (1/2)
The woman with the raspy voice was the first to wake up. She was used to the jail routine. She was always up few minutes before the official wake up. She stretched her arms, her legs, and let a sigh escape her mouth. She concentrated hard to remember the date of today. "April… 5? 7?". She frowned trying to remember which day. "8!". She was there for so long already. "Hope I could get out of this shit soon!", she thought. She closed her eyes, rubbed them slightly. She moved on her bed and laid on her back, facing the mattress above her. She moved one of her hands in front of her. "Ugh! I'm losing my tan here!". She took one lock of her dark hair and played with it. "It could be over soon, just have to fi…", a shift at the other side of the room cut her thoughts. She jumped slightly, then froze. She forgot that someone had accommodated in her cell late last night. She rolled her eyes at the memory. She was used to be alone in this cell. She had to be alone. That was one of many of her conditions staying in this shit hole. She must be alone. She slowly turned her head to have a look at the other woman. Last night, when the mystery prisoner came in, it was far too dark to see. And to make things worse, her eyesight didn't allow her to see anything better. Something with her eyes apparently.
She was met with blonde hair, spread neatly across the not so puffy, ever stained pillow. The blonde girl had one leg dangling out of the bed. One arm was over her face. Slowly and silently, the brunette girl moved out of her bed. The cold from the cemented ground travelled thru her body. She shivered. She was definitely awake now. That's when she realised she wasn't wearing anything except for her top and underwear. She quickly turned around and looked for her orange trousers on the top bunk. Because she was supposed to be alone, she used the top bunk as an open closet. She quickly wore them, and looked for her sports bra. Normal bras aren't allowed here. Apparently the underwire could be dangerous. Who knew? She glanced quickly behind her, making sure the woman was still asleep. She took off the top and put her bra on. She was about to put her top back when she heard the mellifluous voice of Sergeant Sylvester shouting through some speakers.
"Ladies, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, but unfortunately you're not able to see it because you're here. Get up losers!"
The brunette rolled her eyes. Every morning Sergeant Sylvester made her official wake up speech. Sylvester never missed an occasion to rub the prisoners up the wrong way about their pathetic lives they now live… The brunette finally put her top back on. She sighed and turned around.
The blonde was on the ground. Probably scared by the sudden morning speech, she fell from her bed. Her face was covered by her hair, her shoulders dropped. Defeated. Everything in this woman was screaming distress. The brunette wouldn't give the time of day to commiserate someone. She had her own problems and had no time to deal with other people or their troubles. She was about to continue with her usual doings when she heard the woman sniff. There was one thing in the world the dark haired girl hated the most. It was people crying for nothing. She had no time to be sharing a cell with someone as small as this woman. She found them weak, and a weakness shows vulnerability. That wasn't how she grew up. If you were weak, you were dead. The rules were simple. Though this time, an odd feeling of an exception was made. After all, this girl won't be bothering her again. Because yes, she was determinate, the girl will be transferred to another cell.
She was hesitant. It felt weird to console someone. She bent down and whispered, "You ok?". It felt alien like for the Latina. The girl didn't respond. "Did I do it wrong?" thought the brunette. The brunette shifted slightly closer, and awkwardly reached a hand towards the head of the blonde. Then again a sniff noise. Wait? Is it really a sniff noise? Or maybe a slight snore? Not knowing entirely why but her hand moved towards the blonde's smooth looking hair. She slowly moved a lock of silky blonde hair from the girls face. The brunette raised an eyebrow. The blonde had her eyes still closed, still asleep. "What the hell? How can she still be asleep?", she thought, letting the lock go. She shook her head in disbelief, eyes closed. Disbelief with the girl or with her actions, the Latina didn't know. When she opened them again, she met blue eyes. The woman spoke, "Hi". She widened her eyes slightly. The blue was pure like the sky and deep like the ocean. So bright and deep, it felt so calming. She felt the eyes piercing through her brown ones. Like if blue was reading into brown. This blue was captivating. Something intoxicating about it. She quickly stood up. She reluctantly pulled away from the clear blue eyes. Looked around to find an excuse to move away. Feeling a slight blush creeping on to her cheeks. She moved to the small sink. Took her toothbrush. She had to act like if she wasn't intrigued by those eyes. Whilst brushing her teeth, she looked at the girl from the corner of her eye. The blonde was on her bed, looking around, lost. She was lazily brushing her long hair with her fingers. The brunette rinsed her mouth, closed the taps and turned around.
The blonde woman was still on her bed, still trying to fix her messy hair. The dark haired girl instinctively ran her fingers through her own hair. She missed the touch of the silkiness from the blonde. Her hair felt cool, but warm. Smooth and so very addictive. "What am I thinking about?" Letting her thoughts take over, she didn't realise the blonde woman was now looking her way. That's when she broke the silence, she came back to reality.
"My name's Brittany, what's yours?", she innocently asked.
The brunette frowned. She couldn't get to know this woman. It can cause too much to happen. She wasn't really talkative, especially in the morning. She answered slightly annoyed, "None of your business".
The blonde looked at her with sad eyes, they fell to the blondes own hands. The brunette felt instantly bad, and almost regretted to be that harsh with the girl. She sighed and spoke again "I'm Santana".
The face of the blonde lit up instantly, and a shy smile spread across her face.
"What?", Santana asked quickly.
"Santana…", whispered the blonde. "It sounds like Santa." She smiled widely.
"Oh god! What did I do to end up with someone like this?", thought Santana. She didn't get enough time to figure it out. Someone was knocking at the door loudly.
"We're up!" shouted Santana to the person behind the door.
The door opened and a very tall and imposing guard entered. "Get ready for breakfast. Lopez, you'll show the new girl how it works around here" said the woman.
"Why me?", asked Santana, obviously annoyed by the whole situation. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Beiste!", she called. But the guard called Beiste was already gone.
Santana turned to Brittany. The blond was smiling at Santana. The brunette rolled her eyes. "Come on…?", she didn't remember the girl's name.
"Brittany", helped the blonde.
"Yeah, Brittany, whatever, let's go". The blonde stood up quickly and moved closer towards Santana. Feeling the blonde's presence too close for her liking, the brunette turned around.
"Ok, let's set some rules. Don't come too close, I wanna keep my living space. I'm not your friend. I show you around. Then you do your life, and I do mine. Got it?"
Brittany nodded quickly, her eyes looking at the floor. Santana felt slightly bad again. "What is with today?" She inhaled and slowly released a small sigh.
"Put your shoes on and let's go". Santana did the same. When the blonde was finally ready, the two girls made their way to the refectory. As usual, in the morning, all cells were opened. All prisoners must make their way towards the refectory for their not so fancy breakfast. Santana walked confidently along hallways, she knew the place by heart. At times she glanced at the girl behind her, just to make sure she was still there.
At the entry of the refectory Santana stopped suddenly. Brittany bumped into her shoulder. Santana groaned, "Too close!". The girl moved back. Without looking at the blonde, Santana spoke again, "Here's the refectory. Every morning, you come here. There are some trays over there. You go line up there, take your breakfast, and go eat somewhere." She pointed at every direction she was listing out. "After that, it's shower time. Two cells at each time. So we'll be with another one, usually it's with the cell 54. Then we're divided in groups, and we go do whatever they want us to do. Since you're new, I guess you'll go do laundry. Ok, I've done my job. Bye"
With that Santana went to pick up her tray, leaving Brittany on her own. She took one, and made her way to the queue. After few minutes, she got her breakfast. Some cornflakes soaked in milk, a glass of water and a clementine. She politely thanked the woman and moved towards her favourite table. The refectory was a big room. Immense tables were in the middle of the room. It looked like a plane hangar. It was really noisy with all the prisoners. Santana moved between the other prisoners and the large tables with velvet smooth moves. She was so use to the surroundings. She got to her place. This table was much smaller compared to the others and slightly off-centred. A girl was already there.
Santana cleared her throat. She furrowed, eyebrows knitted together. The other girl looked up and her eye instantly widened. She stood up quickly, took her tray and went to another table. Santana sat alone at her table. She began to eat.
A few minutes later, she heard the noise of chair legs scrapping along the floor in front of her. She looked up from her spoon, an inch away from her lips. Blue eyes found hers. She closed her eyes a second to be sure she wasn't dreaming, but no. The blonde was still in front of her when she opened her eyes again. Quickly, she regained some confidence.
"You can't sit here. Go eat somewhere else", she mumbled looking back at her bowl. But the harsh sound of the chair legs echoing through the room didn't come. She looked up again. Brittany was still there, biting her bottom lip. Santana was getting very annoyed by this whole situation. She wanted so badly to go all Lima Heights on the girl. But the blonde in front of her looked so innocent. Santana looked around, nobody was watching. She had a reputation to keep here. Finally she gave up.
"Ok, only today. I'll allow you so stay. But it's just for today. Do you understand?"
"Yes, thank you!", replied the blonde smiling shyly.
"Yeah, yeah, eat!". She saw the girl was about to speak and cut her quickly. "In silence". Brittany closed her mouth.
They both ate in silence. Santana focusing on her clementine and Brittany was chewing happily. The more Santana looked at the girl the more she thought she could be here because of a mental insanity. How was it possible for someone to be happy in jail? Anyway, it wasn't her business and again she had no time for others. Glancing one more time at Brittany, the clementine she was peeling escaped her hands. The clementine rolled on table, falling to the floor. It rolled further away to another table. "Fuck!" escaped the brunette mouth. She stoop up and walked to the table. She bent down to get the fruit. But before she could grab it, a foot squashed the clementine on the ground.
"What the hell?!", she swore. Wiping the juice from her hand. She looked up and saw a short blonde girl with a devilish grin. "What the fuck bitch?! What's wrong with you Ki.." She was about to go all Lima Heights on the girl for real this time, when she felt a powerful hand grabbing her thin wrist.
"Calm down Lopez!", said Guard Beiste. But it wasn't enough to calm the brunette. She tried to pull away from the guard, but Beiste didn't release her grip. "Kitty, you're so dead!", shouted Santana sending daggers to Kitty. The blonde girl laughed and walked away with some other girls. Beiste was still holding the brunette's wrist, once feeling that had Santana cooled down, she released the restraint. Santana glanced at the guard and walked back towards her table, gently rubbing at her wrist.
She sat in silence. Interiorly she was cursing all she could against the short blonde. Her hands grabbing at the edge of the table. Knuckles turning white. Jaw clenching. She didn't notice the clementine rolling gently towards her. When the fruit bumped against the tray, she saw it. She frowned, then looked up. Again she met the blue eyes that have been with her since the morning. There was something relaxing and kind in the way the blonde looked at her. Brittany nodded her head towards the clementine, and just said "For you". Santana looked between the fruit and the girl. She was confused. It was confusing her. Why would someone share their breakfast with her? She wasn't particularly friendly with the girl. Stubbornly, the brunette shook her head and stood up. She didn't want to owe anyone anything. Her fierce Latina side taught her that. She moved with her tray in her hands, placing it to the side. She was about to walk out when she remembered she had to babysit the blonde. She turned around.
"Come on, let's go to the showers", said the Latina. With that she left the room, sure that the blonde would be behind her. Brittany, who's eyes never left the brunette since she stood up, quickly made her way to where Santana left her tray. Running to not lose the brunette.
After few more hallways, stairs and doors, the two girls arrived at the entrance of the bathroom. Two guards were there with a list. Santana walked towards them and routinely called out "Cell number 99 is ready". One of the guards nodded and ticked the list.
"You're early, you have to wait", said the guard. Santana nodded and went to sit at a bench just outside the bathroom. Followed by the blonde.
Slightly tired by her anger with Kitty and the whole situation at the moment, Santana closed her eyes. She could still feel the woman by her side, moving and looking around. She tried to focus on something else... But then she felt the girl freeze against her. She opened her eyes and turned towards her. The blonde sat there, her back straight against the wall, eyes slightly wide in fear. Santana followed her gaze to Kitty who was leaving the bathroom. She frowned when she realised the short blonde was threateningly staring not her but to the tall blonde next to her. She gently nudged Brittany with her shoulder and said more gently than she wanted, "Don't let her scare you". Brittany looked at her and smiled gratefully. Santana looked back in front of her and closed her eyes again. She was almost about to fall asleep, when the guard called for her. She opened her eyes suddenly.
"You have 10 minutes", she heard. She turned her head to the side to look at the blonde, but she wasn't there. Santana stood up quickly and went in the changing room. The blonde wasn't there either. She creased her eyebrows. Really this girl was some trouble for the Latina. She assumed she was already in the shared shower. And well, to be honest, why did she care?
She took her clothes off, put them on a bench. Santana hated to be naked with other women, it wasn't because she was embarrassed by her body. "Smoking hot" She smirked to herself. But being naked meant showing everything, and well Santana didn't like showing everything. Vulnerable. This was the case for her party-for-one cell, which is now a party for two, but she liked being alone. But there was no way she could escape the shared showers.
She walked towards the showers. Women from cell 54 were there. There was a new girl, an Asian one. And next to her the blue eyed blonde, laughing and smiling at the other girl. Santana avoided the tall blonde's body. It wasn't right to look. Though she felt a relieved. The blonde was safely here…
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