So I started to write chapter 4 then I realized it got like, 6 pages long, so I decided to break it down in two to make it easier and less tiresome to read ^^

So I'm gonna consider this like a full chapter, although I think it's kind of boring, but I just couldn't throw it away, I don't know… Please tell me if you think it's boring and I'll try to summarize the story!


Velma woke up startled, jolting up from her bed. It was Saturday, therefore the waking up alarm was set to ring an hour later, at 8 a.m., but Velma wasn't awaken by the alarm, she was awaken by the distinctive sound of flashes being shot from a camera.

The brunet rubbed her eyes tiredly and ran her hazy gaze across her empty cell; had she dreamed about that sound? It wasn't possible, she was sure she had heard it again, this time it came along with excited voices, two males as she could distinguish, and a third; soppy, overly sweet and falsely innocent: Roxie.

Velma groaned partly because of her annoyance and partly because of the pain that wouldn't entirely leave her; she hugged her legs and rested her face on her knees; she felt stupid for not remembering that Roxie had an interview scheduled for today; and to think that the kid bragged about that for anyone that wanted to hear it in the past few days… God, what she wouldn't do for a gun at that exact moment.

She got up from the bed, tossing her fancy duvet off of her. She looked at herself in the tiny mirror she had above her sink and sneered at her own reflection; some months back, she would never think of herself looking like a prisoner, but now she thought she could positively sell that image… Scruffy hair that grew longer as the days passed by, slowly losing the signature bob cut, dark circles under her eyes clear of any make up, and pale, somewhat cracked lips. She looked a mess, and if she didn't get a hold of herself quickly, she would end up looking like Liz.

"Shit…" She cursed under her breath as the cold water hit her face. She shivered while closing the loosened tap of the sink, and quickly dried her face with a fluffy, decent towel she had bargained a few weeks ago. It was a cold morning, and all Velma wanted was to go back to bed, pull the blankets over her head and go back to sleep, no matter how shitty that bed was. Well she thought bitterly if I was free, that's what I'd probably do.

She looked over to the small clock she had put on her wall; it was 7:30, if she went back to sleep until the alarm was sound she would wake up even crankier than she already was, therefore, it was better to start changing into her prison uniform. Usually the morning routine would consist in getting up when the alarm was sound, wait for your cell to be opened, wait a little more for the counting to be completely done, be sent to the common bathroom, take care of their personal needs, including taking a four minutes shower, and have breakfast. All in all the inmates would be off to complete their tasks and chores by ten, and Velma would always remember nostalgically at how she would be starting to wake up at ten o'clock when she was free.

She was almost done with adjusting her stockings around her knees when the alarm finally rung across the block. The brunet could catch distinctive groans of tiredness and irritation from the other cells, and the reporters thanking Roxie for her attention and care towards them. They wished her good luck and Velma could almost literally picture Roxie's face in that ridiculous, revolting smile she would spare specially for the press. She took a deep breath and was just starting to count to ten in order to wipe Roxie's face off her mind when the bars from her cell moved aside, allowing her to step out.

"Morning, Velma" A sleepy noise came from the left. It was Mona, who was lazily clipping her dark curls away from her face with a few bobby pins.

"Morning…" The brunet answered, nodding to Annie as well, who just stepped out from her cell, followed closely by Roxie.

"What a beautiful day, huh?" The blonde chirped with her high-pitched voice, stretching her arms above her head.

The other three inmates looked indignantly for a few seconds before Mona rolled her eyes and acted like she was about to barf, which made Velma laugh through her nose and Annie to shoot a look at her that literally said "I know exactly what you're doing".


The morning went smoothly in its rather dull pace, but Roxie's queenly behavior was increasingly arousing Velma's anger, especially because the blonde had sat in front of her during breakfast, and kept talking non-stop about her interview and how lovely the reporters were. By the end of her breakfast Velma was already on the edge, and if she didn't get out of there soon, she would probably be on Roxie's throat in the next second.

Just as she was about to exit the place, she spotted Mama Morton in one of the corners, supervising along with the wardens. She lifted an eyebrow in suspicion; it wasn't common to see Mama supervising meals at the cafeteria.

"Hey, Mama" She approached the dark-skinned woman with a soft smile.

"Hey kid, haven't you got any sleep? You look like shit this morning" Mrs. Morton replied with devastating honesty, but also with a faint note of concern in her voice, which pleased Velma.

"Geez, thanks a lot, Mama… Are you always this subtle? I ran out of make-up if you really wanna know" Velma waited in annoyance as the woman laughed loudly.

"I'm sorry, Vel… Anyway, what d'ya want?"

"Can we talk privately?"


"So you hate the air-headed blonde, tell me something I don't know, kid" Mama said nonchalantly, reaching for a flask of liquor behind her desk and pouring a considerable amount in two shot glasses.

"Yeah, but I don't know if I'll be able to control myself, you know? I feel like, every time I pass by her it's a chance I'm losing of putting her lights out" Velma retorted reaching for a glass and swallowing the liquid in one single gulp. Besides her best efforts, her face still contorted into a frown as the alcohol seemed to burn her insides. "Shit, Mama, what is this thing? Should we be drinking it in the morning?"

"I'm not completely sure, but it's strong, that's all that matters" The taller woman laughed, pouring another glass to both of them. "Anyways, this uncontrollable hate you're feeling it's probably because of your crazy ass hormones… I know you, you get unbearable once in a month, beside waking up looking like a ghost, but that's normal"

Velma smiled warmly towards the matron; it felt like the only time she genuinely felt good in days. After all, Mama was the only person she felt she could trust, the only person who seemed to care about her, and not in the standard "Mama's reciprocity system" she would often deliver to the other inmates. It sounded ridiculous, but when Velma called the woman "Mama" she actually felt she was talking to a mother figure. But of course the fiery vaudeville star wouldn't admit that even under torture, that was for sure.

"Speaking of that, could you get me some sort of painkiller, anything like that? It feels like I'm hosting a dancing marathon inside my lower belly, and its killing me" Velma pleaded, resorting to her best "puppy dog eyes" look; it was never the prime of her acting skills, but she knew it worked on Mama.

"Geez kid, you can stop acting like you're dying… Here, sadly I only have booze to help it go down… I also don't think this is specifically for period cramps, but it's better than nothing, right?"

"Thanks, Mama… Really, I needed that" Velma got up after swallowing the pill along with another swig of the searing drink. "I best be on my way now…"

"Where do you think you're going? That's four dollars for the pill"

"Four fucking dollars for a single pill you don't even know if it works?! You must be out of your mind, Mama" The brunet hissed, taking a few crumpled dollars from her cleavage and tossing them at the woman's desk.

"You're lucky you're like family to me, usually I charge six bucks for them" Mama said through her laughter, but before Velma could turn her back and walk away from her office, she quickly grabbed something from one her desk drawers and hushed towards Velma, grabbing her by the wrist. "And I think you might be interested in this"

Mama showed the contents in her hand with a smug smile over her face; brown eye shadow - Velma's favorite - and a small tube of red lipstick. Velma smiled back sarcastically, arching a brow.

"Yeah, and how much is that gonna cost?"

"Just because you're very stressed and you look like shit, I'm gonna leave those free of charge" Mama said, almost in a whisper, dropping the makeup on Velma's dress pocket. "But let's keep this in low key, alright?"

"D'ya having a sudden burst of generosity or something like that?" Velma asked suspiciously, her eyes squinted.

"You know, if you're good to Mama, Mama's good to you… Now get a wiggle on, kid" The matron smiled, giving Velma a little slap on the ass on her way out.


Who else loves Mama? *Raises hand enthusiastically* hahaha

Anyways, I really tried to reduce her part in the story, but I just couldn't, I felt like describing the kind of relationship she has with Velma will be very important for the development of the story…

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Thanks a lot for reading!