Rachel learned more and more about prison life through out the rest of the day as Santana introduced her to more family members, and pointed out who to avoid.
"When do we get our phone calls?" She asked Santana as they were walking into the building.
"Saying you're good enough to get one. Around three. If you fuck up in someway though you can just forget about phone calls for the next month. You're way too cute to do anything though."
"Shut up about that!" Rachel shouted.
"About what?" Santana said puzzled.
"About how cute I am, or how innocent I am, or fragile! I get enough of that from my boyfriend and his friends as is. I can take care of myself."
"Berry you need to take a bottle of fuckin chill pills. I just mean you look to cute and act all nice. Not saying you aren't independent or any shit like that, and besides if you had been all acting tough and shit I would have thought you was lying about being innocent."
"You actually believe me?"
"Yes, but I don't know how much luck you're going to have fighting this type of thing from prison. Who was your lawyer?"
"Robert Shapiro, he was one of the lawyers for O.J."
"Okay, Rachel your fucked when it comes to fighting this through the courts. I mean you had a lawyer who helped convince a jury O.J. was not guilty. You're not going to win this legally. I think there is a way though."
"What do you think-"
WHAM a fist hit Santana square in the jaw. She fell to the ground and began to spit out blood.
"I told you I would come back for you Lopez!" The girl who just hit Santana screamed. The girl then went on to kick her, "Come get up!" but Santana just laid there, "Come on! If you don't I'll take a few swings at the new girl here before I go on to fu-" Santana sprang forward and drove her hand into the girl's stomach.
"Watch it cunt!" Santana yelled, and the girl fell down in agony. The guards rushed over and handcuffed Santana and the girl she had just punched.
"Rachel make sure to find Erin, and stick around the people I introduced." Santana said as the guards got her off the ground. "I'm still going to help you out! I promise!"
"Hey shut up!" One of the guards said and pushed Santana along. Rachel found Erin and started walking with her. She felt naked and all alone. What did she mean she was still going to help her out? She was going to be put in a separate wing, and was not going to be allowed to talk to anyone.
"Don't worry." Erin comforted her, knowing what she was thinking, "Ms. Lopez has her ways. She is the most conniving, intelligent bitch ever."