All right. I'm going to try to continue this. Thing is, since "Mal Meets the Rebel" documents the most important scenes, you might want to read that, since I'm going to speed through the events detailed there and focus on the originals. Hope you like it.
Again, note that I don't own Roxanne. She belongs to Bloodylilcorpse.
I got out of that. Of course I did. Even though I'd only met Roxanne that day, there was an instant bond between us and she protected me. For today, at least. Still, little events like that didn't help my case. I was starting to think landing myself back in juvie was crazy. It had seemed like a good idea at the time...but I was starting to realize that this was much worse than the co-ed one I was in, back when I was fourteen.
Even though Mal was prevented from carrying out his threat, he did still ask Steve what he would do if there was another girl in here. Luckily, I don't think Steve caught the hints, but he did glance at me a few times, but more in curiosity than anything. I don't think he could tell I was really a girl.
And eventually, Mal told him to go away and I was released. Thank heavens – my blood circulation was starting to build up.
Believe it or not, that was the most fun part of the day after the concert. Next, four adults came in. Chris, Chef, someone who was apparently Mal's parole officer and another man who turned out to be Roxanne's grandfather, Mr Valenti. All of us got dragged up to the office, being in major trouble for all the trouble. That's me, Duncan, Mal, Roxanne, Big Ed (because he helped keep Chris and Chef out of the concert), and even Mike and Zoey. Of course, the two of them got off free since they were only visiting, but the rest of us got time working in Chef's kitchen. Well, at least Duncan and I only had to do it for a week – the others got a month. Mal and Roxanne had to stay in there after the rest of us were dismissed. But we could still hear Mr Valenti yelling at both of them.
"I sure hope everything turns out okay in there." Zoey commented, her sensitivity clearly visible.
"I'm sure everything will turn out fine, Zoey." Mike reassured her. "Maybe Mr Valenti can straighten out Mal and hopefully he can open up Mal's eyes and make him see how serious getting married is."
"Good luck with that, pal." Duncan scoffed, and I agreed silently. "I've watched Mal for awhile here, and just from a bystander's view...I can tell that Mal has no desire to change his ways. Not now or anytime soon from the looks of it, and that's what bothers me the most about this."
Just having hope didn't change things. I mean, I wanted to believe the best. Zoey even pointed out that Roxanne had definitely gotten off lightly with the stuff she'd done to Mal already, compared to us. But after all the nightmares and everything I went through, it would take a lot to make me believe that anyone or anything could change the psycho. Yeah, that was about as likely as Chris turning out to be behind the cancer foundation, or my parents letting me come back home. Not. Gonna. Happen.
After that, Zoey and Mike left, promising to visit us again in a month. I was quite happy that they were still in my life, actually. I remembered back before all the personalities were split, I'd told Zoey that I wanted to get to know the real Mike, and right now, I finally got to know the real one. And without all these problems consuming his life, he was still getting used to being only him, but I liked the real Mike.
Kitchen duty was nerve-wracking, but at least it gave me a chance to talk to Roxanne while we chopped vegetables and washed potatoes, with the boys on the other side of the kitchen, peeling the vegetables. You see, it turns out that Chef had decided to make Steve supervise us, when it was clear to the world that he was a major creeper. Besides, what if he figured me out? While I was talking to Roxanne in a whisper, I once or twice caught him looking at me with a weird look on his face. I had a feeling he was suspicious of my gender, but he wasn't completely sure. I guessed I should count that as a small mercy.
My conversation with Roxanne was painful, though, but she had to know those things. No one but Zoey and I knew what Mal was capable of when he focused on a girl, and so I had to tell Roxanne everything – what he'd done to me in juvie, what happened in All-Stars, and I added in some of the things to watch out for – like the aphrodisiac-laced milk, stuff like that.
We also discussed the time I saw them that night, and Roxanne explained about why they were out of juvie. The last thing she asked me about was about the lust addiction. I told her about how Duncan basically saved me, and how Zoey was relying on her belief that Mike was going to come back.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me about that particular subject?" I asked. "I figured that was why you asked me."
Roxanne admitted that she thought she might have something for Mal, which shocked me, mainly because it sounded emotional. "I don't even know when I first realized it."
It was a while before Duncan and I got to leave, because we had to wait until the halls were cleared. Big Ed actually seemed like a pretty cool guy, kind of like the guys I hung out with from my school. Funny, I hadn't expected that of anyone who answered to Mal. But once he let us know we were home free, we just headed off. I was quite relieved to get back to the cell. I'd gotten through my first day of being male, and I'd finally gotten to meet Roxanne. But there was a long way to go. Even once I got through my first week as a guy, I still had to worry about how to keep my disguise going for the next nine months.
I discussed my situation further with Duncan for a short while, especially the one situation I was most worried about – showering in front of a bunch of creeps.
"I managed to get a shower while everyone else was somewhere else in the middle of the day, but I know routine is going to change that by tomorrow." I said. "I'm going to have to wear this stupid thing in the shower, and what if it falls off?"
Duncan tried to look serious and deadpan, but he couldn't stop himself from looking amused. "Huh, kind of brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'don't drop the soap', huh?"
I shoved him. "Stop it, jerk! This is serious!"
"I know, I know. Sorry." Duncan said, only looking half-sorry. "But seriously, you set yourself up for that one." He paused, and added. "And really, don't drop the soap. The rumours aren't true here, as far as I know, but 'that stupid thing' as you call it, will probably move and that'll definitely...um, expose you..."
I let out a chuckle at that pun, although I gave him another shove, but he kept talking. "And if the rumours are true, that's just going to ruin things for me, right?"
"Like you're ever gonna do that." I teased. We hadn't, but that was mainly because I'd been haunted by that short kidnapping episode when I saw a role play of Zoey experiencing the consequences of having 'dropped the soap'. Of course I hadn't had to take it, but I'd been forced to watch her being forced into that position. Okay, so Mal had tried to get me to take one of the many toys he had (he probably broke into a sex shop to get them) and do it after he was finished, but although the vibrator's stimulation was driving me crazy, I wasn't yet quite frustrated enough to so much as brush fingertips with Zoey.
Duncan grinned slyly at me. "Why're you asking? You wanna do it as long as I get there first?"
I laughed and teased back "Only if we get to the showers when no one else is there. I'm not an exhibitionist." Neither of us were. Me because I'd had enough of being treated like a living sculpture during my first stint in juvie, and Duncan because he thought showing it off was like saying he wasn't a tough guy, because despite his careless exterior, he could actually be really considerate when we were alone. I mean, he hadn't lost that carelessness, but it had definitely lessened from when we first met. We still had that easy relationship where we teased each other and laughed together, but we were surprisingly protective of each other. I say 'surprisingly' as in to everyone who knew us, not ourselves.
But anyway, hard as that day was, it was only going to get harder. Starting with tomorrow.
So yeah, I summarized a few chapters there. After the initial first week, Bailey will have her own things to deal with, although we will still be seeing Roxanne – the amount of times will vary.
