CHAPTER THREE

Frieda opened her eyes and sat up slowly. The pills she had been on had finally worn off. Her head was clear and her limbs back to normal. She wondered how long she'd been sleeping. No more sleeping. You need to stay sharp and alert for any unwanted visitors. She told herself. She reached underneath her pillow for Zoe's hair ribbon. She undid her ponytail and redid it using Zoe's ribbon.

Suzanne and Doggett were having some pudding cups when Suzanne saw Frieda coming out of her cell. Frieda had been sleeping for two whole days since she returned from medical. Frieda had dark circles under her eyes and her face was pale. Suzanne noticed Frieda had tied her ponytail using Zoe's hair ribbon.

" Hi Frieda," Suzanne greeted her cheerfully, " How are you feeling?"

" Fair," Frieda replied sitting down, " How long have I been asleep for?"

" Two days," Suzanne said and handed her an orange and a pudding cup, " I saved these for you in case you were hungry."

Frieda started to say no but her stomach growled. " Guess I am kind of hungry," she admitted taking them from Suzanne, " Thanks."

" Hi girls…hi Frieda, how are you?" Sophia Burset joined them. She'd been a good friend of Zoe's.

" I'm fine," Frieda muttered not looking up. Already she was getting sick of being asked that.

" I just wanted to say how sorry I am. Zoe was a lovely person." Sophia said, touching her arm gently.

The main door to B block opened and Piper Chapman followed a guard in. Her eyes swept the room and landed on a table with four familiar looking faces from minimum. Tiffany Doggett, Suzanne Warren, Sophia Burset and Frieda Berlin. The table was missing Zoe McKenzie and her heart hurt for Frieda. It was weird, not seeing Zoe with Frieda.

" What's Chapman doing here?" Doggett whispered to them and Frieda looked up sharply. Chapman was from C block. Carol's block.

" Hey guys," Piper greeted the group. She was holding a clipboard.

" Piper. Nice to see you," Sophia offered a seat, " Sit down. What brings you to Florida?"

" I got special permission to come here and I wanted to pay my respects." Piper replied and turned to Frieda.

Here we go again. Frieda groaned inwardly.

" I'm really sorry to hear about Zoe. She was in max before wasn't she?"

" Yes, ten years ago. Why?"

" I was in the library the other day when I came across a box of old photos. And I found this." Piper took something out of her shirt pocket and handed it to Frieda.

Frieda stared down at the photo. It was a photo of Zoe in her younger days. She was wearing D block's uniform.

" Zoe," she whispered. Zoe had been even more beautiful when she was younger. In the photo her hair was even longer and her brown eyes sparkled mischievously. Frieda wished she had known Zoe when she was younger. Frieda had been transferred to minimum security a few years before Zoe was first sent to Max.

" I thought you might like to have it." Piper said.

Frieda's hand trembled, " Thanks Chapman. This is really…thoughtful." She stood up.

" Are you okay?" Sophia asked with concern but Frieda didn't reply. She went back to her cell.

" I hope I didn't do the wrong thing," Piper frowned.

" No, it's alright. She's still grieving. At least now she'll have something to remember Zoe by," Sophia replied.

" There was another reason for my visit today. I'm organising a game of kickball…"

It was dark. And cold. She had no clue how long she'd been tied up in this room. Two days? She was hungry and tired. She was afraid to sleep. The door opened and she could hear someone walk in. There was a loud scraping noise, like someone dragging a chair.

Suddenly a light shone in her eyes, making her blink. She came to face with someone she hadn't seen in a long, long time.

" Hello," the visitor greeted her and smiled. " Do you like your new home? You better get to used it. You're going to be here a long time."

" Why are you doing this?" Zoe whispered, " Why did you stage my death? Make people think I was dead? Make my finacee think I was dead. What do you get out of it?"

" What a stupid question. What do I get out of it? The answer is simple- Revenge."