Chapter 13 :)

No its not the end yet :)

I kinda wrote two sentences about Mondays and ended up with a whole chapter. It wasnt even going to be for this fic. But then I thought why not and I couldnt stop writing.

Its a bad day for Pipes.

I thought about what would happen if instead of Piper beating up Pennsatucky, Pennsatucky beat up Piper. And Alex nurses her after:P

Ugh, Mondays. Mondays, man, they are the root of all evil. Piper Chapman usually had no problem with Mondays. They were practically like Fridays to her, because the next day – Tuesday – was her free day. But this Monday is going to be different. Piper could feel it in her bones. This Monday is going to be bad, Monday-ish.

It was just the beginning of this godless day and it already sucked. Piper woke up with a huge-ass hangover. Nicky talked her into getting wasted (again) last night. She wanted to kick the redheads ass so badly.

When she noticed the time, she just sighed. 7:54. There's no way she's gonna make it to the training on time.

Alex was still asleep. Piper went to take a shower, which ended up being real quick, because the hot water ran out after 5 minutes.

She dressed up and rushed to her car. Miss Claudette is gonna gut her. On the whole way to the gym she was mentally preparing herself for all the shit she will have to take from that mean old bat.

When she finally reached the gym she stepped out of the car and locked it. She took a deep breath and went inside.

She saw Miss Claudette and Joshua pouring themselves a cup of coffee, which was pretty unusual, since it was past 8. Normally by this time they would've already train the newbies.

Piper slowly walked up to them.

"Good morning."

Miss Claudette turned around, holding a cup of coffee.

"There you are. We've been waiting for you for at least 20 minutes. Where have you been?"

To Pipers surprise, Miss Claudette didn't seem to be as angry as she thought she would be.

"I was, well..." Piper thought about what to say. If she tells the truth, Miss Claudette will flip out for sure. But Piper wasn't really good at lying so she said "I was hungover. I overslept.", then added "And I'm sorry." and prepared for the worst. But still nothing. Miss Claudette was awfully calm today.

"Piper, Piper, Piper." Miss Claudette shook her head. "We talked about this, remember? No. Alcohol. Or do you want to end up like that Amy Winehouse girl?"

"I think I'm pretty far from that, Miss Claudette."

The old lady just shook her head again.

"Well, I would love to continue this delightful conversation about your alcohol issues-" Piper opened her mouth to say something, but Miss Claudette cut her off and continued "But. We have a guest."

Piper frowned "Guest, what guest?"

Miss Claudette smiled and nodded towards the ring. "Her."

Piper turned around.

"Oh, god." she said, and turned to look at her trainer. "Are you serious?"

It was Tiffany Doggett, nicknamed 'Pennsatucky'.

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"She's here to fight you." Joshua spoke up.

Piper let out a laugh. Her team didn't. "Oh." Piper said, "Oh my god, you're serious."

Joshua nodded.

"But-" Piper started "I mean- What-"

"Relax, Pipes. It's not a real fight. It's just training. You know she had to, um.. retire, right?"

"Sure." Piper said with an unamused expression.

Tiffany Doggett, 29 years old. She could've had a great, long career, but she ruined it with meth. She started boxing at 20 and had a career of 4 years. Piper doesn't know how many fights she'd won, but she does know that she hadn't lost a single one. That was pretty unsettling. She haven't fought for 5 years now, at least not professionaly. Who knows how many prison fights she got into during her stay at Litchfield.

"Come on, let's greet her."

They walked to the small woman standing by the ring.

"Tiffany, this is the girl I was telling you about, Piper Chapman."

"Nice to meet you, Chapman." The woman held out her hand and flashed her beautiful black, rotten teeth.

Piper's face turned into a slightly disgusted expression.

"Yeah, nice to meet you." she shook Tiffany's hand.

"Hmm… Chapman." Tiffany said, "I know what you are thinking."

"What," Piper frowned, "what am I thinking?"

"You must think that I'm all weak, poor little Tiffany, so small, she must be really easy to beat."

Piper frowned.

"But I'll tell you what," Tiffany continued "That ain't the case. Uh-uh. The truth is, I never lost a fucking fight in my life," she leaned closer to Piper and continued with a low voice "not even in prison."

She pulled back. Piper looked at her, still frowning. Tiffany nodded. "That's right."

"Yeah, I, I know that." Piper said.

The woman was small in size, but she hit hella strong. Piper once watched one of her fights. The image of her opponent came into her mind – after three rounds the poor woman looked like she's been attacked by a freakin' werewolf or some shit. Plus she was really fast. Fast, like the fucking Flash, or like that god-damn Road Runner bird.

Piper grabbed Joshua by the shoulder and turned him around.

"Who's fucking idea was this?" she whispered.

"My mother's. Why, are you scared of her?" Joshua mocked.

"Yeah. No!.. Maybe. I mean look at her. That bitch is more cuckoo that Crazy Eyes. And she was on meth! I don't want to fight her."

"I feel you Piper," the guy said and put an arm around her shoulder, "but, it doesn't really matter what you want."

Piper sighed and shook her head. There was no point in trying to argue - once Miss Claudette makes up her mind, there is no changing it.

Both Piper and Tucky warmed up. About half an hour later, they were standing in the ring.

"Ladies," Miss Claudette spoke, "this is just a training, so no KO's, please." she looked at Piper. "Just remember that."

Piper was amazed by the fact that Miss Claudette thinks she can actually knock Pennsatucky out. She looked at the meth-head, who cracked her neck and smiled at her, showing her rotten disgusting teeth. She had the 'clinically-insane' look in her eyes.

Holy fuck. She's fucking nuts. She's gonna wipe the fucking floor with me. Miss Claudette, what have you gotten me into? Fuckity, fuck, fuck.

No.

What the fuck am I thinking?

Jesus, Piper. Man up. You beat Crazy Eyes, remember?

She's just a fucking meth-head... who happens to be completely batshit.

Man, that's not helping.

Plus, I still feel like shit from all the vodka.

She will cut me up. Butcher me. Like fucking Jason on Friday the 13th.

Although, she has no machette-

"Alright. Are you girls ready?" Miss Claudette interrupted Pipers derailing train of thought.

They both nodded.

"Round one."

Pennsatucky immidiately started jumping around and swinging.

Piper didn't know how to approach her, but she didn't have to think for too long, because Tucky landed a hook right in the middle of her face.

"Oh, fuck." Piper stepped back.

"I told ya, Chapman. I never lose." Tucky said and started throwing punches again.

Piper dodged most of them, but one or two made their way to her face.

I'm too hungover for this shit. Piper thought.

Tucky moved too fast, so Piper was not able to keep dodging. She had to put on a cover. Tucky punched her until she was on the edge of the ring.

Piper was too unfocused to hit her.

Eventually she tried to do so, but that's when Tucky hit her instead. Really hard.

Everything went blurry. And there comes another hit.

Piper felt blood running down her face.

"Ma', I thought you said this is just training." Joshua said to Miss Claudette.

"It is."

"Well, shouldn't we stop it?I mean, Piper is obviously not in the best condition."

"Just let them fight on, son."

Joshua shook his head and looked at the ongoing fight in the ring - just when Piper finally landed a punch on Tucky's face. Her nose started bleeding.

"You shouldn't have done that." Tucky said and went into some kind of rage-blackout. She ran towards Piper in a crazy manner, while she let out some scary war-cry.

"Shit." Piper went wide eyed. She tried to block the crazy woman's punch but failed.

Pennsatucky was unstoppable, she just kept beating the shit out of Piper. Then she knocked her out. She was on the ground. She tried to stand up, but Tucky punched her midway – straight back to the ground.

"That's it. I'm stopping the fight." Joshua said and jumped in the ring.

He took Tucky's hands and held them behind her. She kept jumping and wriggling. "Let me the fuck go! I'm not done with her!"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You are done, Tiffany. I think she had just enough."

He looked at Piper trying to stand up from the ground, failing repeatedly. She eventually gave up and just lied there in the ring on her stomach. "Jesus H. Christ. No-one ever beat her up like this before."

Pennsatucky was now calm. She chuckled. "Really? 'Cause she seemed like a pretty lousy opponent."

"Yeah, well she is in a bad shape."
"She definitely is now." Tucky laughed.

"Let's just get out of here."

Joshua dragged Pennsatucky out of the ring.

Piper was still laying on the ground, by the edge of the ring.

Miss Claudette walked up to her. "Are you planning to get up from there?"

Piper groaned. "No. Not really."

The old lady bent down and looked at the blondie whose face was covered in blood.

Piper raised her head "I think- I might actually.. Oh, god…" Piper was done. Absolutely done. "I'm so dead."

"Yeah." Miss Claudette said. "Congratulations. You just had your ass handed to you by an Appalachian meth-head." she leaned closer to Piper, "What is the moral of the story?"

"No. Alcohol." Piper answered and put her face on the ground.

"Chaps, where the fuck are you? We're waiting for you at Red's. We don't want to order until you're not here." Nicky said through the phone.

"I'm at home, Nicky."

"Why are you at home? You didn't forget about our lunch together, that we have every day, did you?"

"No, of course not. I just, um.. I had a really rough training. And by that I mean I might have actually suffered a fucking concussion."

"Holy shit, dude. What the hell did you do, bang yourself in the head with a fucking dumbell?"

"No, I got beat up by an insane meth-head. Which is essentialy the same."

"Are you allright, Chaps? You don't sound allright."

"That's because I'm actually not fuckin' allright, Nicky. Everything hurts, my god."

"Okay, now don't be a drama-qeen." Nicky chuckled.

"Fuck you. It actually hurts, you meanie. Could you please bring me some food?"

"Sure. I'll tell Alex to bring it to you. Me and Max are going to the autumn-fest."

"Well, thank you. Just go to the goddamn festival while your best friend is on her death bed. Because of you, by the way. You and your vodka. You don't need to answer and try and defend yourself, because I'm going to the fucking shower, to wash off all the fucking blood from my fucking face, and neck. Bye." And with that, Piper hung up.

Alex got home with Piper's lunch and found the blondie laying on the couch. She was asleep.

She put the food on the table and sat down next to her. Her face had three huge bruises on it, one on the forehead, one on her left cheek, and one under her right eye. At least they weren't swollen that much anymore. Piper put some frozen veggies on them. They were now laying next to her. She also had some wounds, one of them on her lower lip.

So much for kissing. Alex thought.

There was one huge-ass bandaged wound above her eyebrow. The bandage was practically soaked in blood.

Alex gently caressed Piper's face.

"Piper." she whispered. "Piper, wake up."

The blondie slowly opened her eyes and squinted at Alex.

"Alex, hey." she tried to sit up but decided not to, because it hurt too much. "Alex, I thought I was gonna die."

Alex chuckled. "Oh, Pipes. Nicky was right, you're really being a drama queen."

"No I'm not. I feel really awful, but it's kinda all right, now that my bae is here."

"Holy shit, how hard did that bitch hit your head?"

"As you can see, it's pretty bad. I put ice on the bruises and cleaned the wounds, but this one just won't stop bleeding." she pointed at the wound above her eyebrow.

Alex took off the bandage and took a closer look at it.

"Shit, Piper. It's a fucking open wound. Why haven't you got it stitched up?"

"I dunno. I just came home and-" Piper yawned, "went to sleep. After I took a shower and 4 aspirins.

"Holy shit, it's leaking. I'll be right back. We need to stitch that up."

Alex came back with a medical kit. She took out an antiseptic and wool. She helped Piper to sit up and cleaned the wound.

Piper hissed.

"Now comes the worse part." Alex said.

She started stitching.

"Oh, fuck that hurts."

"Keep still."

"Have you ever done this before?" Piper asked.

"Yeah. A couple of times."

Piper would ask why and when if she wasn't so fucking done with everything. She just wanted to go back to sleep. Possibly in Alex's arms.

"Alright, I'm done." Alex said. She put a new bandage on the stitched up wound. Then she put away all the stuff. "Thank god you've got all this medical shit at home."

She sat back next to Piper. "I brought you lunch."

"I don't want lunch. I want to sleep."

"You haven't eaten anything the whole day."

"I'll eat when I wake up. Now cuddle with me."

Alex chuckled "Bossy."

She laid down next to Piper who snuggled to her immidiately. She wrapped her arms around her and caressed her back.

"Oh, god. Alex, if it wasn't for you, I could have just fucking bled out." Piper said in a tired but alarmed voice.

"Stop with the drama, Pipes. I'm sure somebody would've saved you. Not like you could bleed out from a 1 inch wound."

"You kidding? You fucking saved my life."

Alex laughed.

"Thank you. I'll pay you back. Tomorrow. I'll help you find a job."

"No, Pipes, you're not going anywhere tomorrow. And neither am I. I'll stay home with you and nurse you and your face back to health and beauty. The job can wait."

"Mhm. Okay." Piper mumbled.

It took her about 30 seconds to fall asleep.

Apart from the latest part, this was a very shitty day.

Because Mondays...

So yeah :P

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