A/N – I'd like to respond to my friend's comment.
Mia- Yes it was on your birthday. March 26th is a magical day I added it in to celebrate your immersion into young adulthood! ;)
Anyways sorry for the later update, I lack inspiration and compliance to deadlines. Here's a chapter though for all you lovely readers. However if you don't review I shall send a million little Nicki's to bust your lovely asses up! :) Oh and just a note, I fucked up severely! THANK YOU NO ONE FOR TELLING ME! Alyce's sister is named Angel and the Curtis' sister is Angel so Alyce's sister is to now be referred to as Ella and I've decided to change it so she's older than Alyce rather than younger :P
ANYWAYS LOVE YOU ALL!
Mina
Jessie's POV
The hot Texas sun casts a glare on the windshield of my baby blue pickup. I'd parked it at a friend's house before my court hearing two years ago. My friend being the super nice bitch she was also saw my jail-time as an opportunity to live in and trash my house.
"Whatever. At least the bitch paid the bills, or at least her "clients" did," I say with a smirk.
Oh god I wish Nicki and Barbie were here. I suppose they headed back home to Tulsa. Sorry I mean "At least they headed back to Tulsa". Tulsa, Oklahoma was as much of a home to me as Hell is a place for do-gooders.
I plop onto my tattered couch. I hate my life. Well I guess that isn't true since I don't really hate my life, I just happen to hate everyone and everything in my life. Okay I hate my life. I grab my bourbon from under the couch. See I'm a smart bitch, I hide my alcohol. Proving how severely depressed I am, I drink the entire bottle in under an hour. God why am I so fucked up? I'll tell you why! Not only am I jobless, friendless, and family-less but I'm also unbelonging. I don't belong with greasers, they hate my guts and I don't belong with socs, they fear me. Why can't I just fit in for once?
I start to play with the rings I now wear permanently on a silver chain around my neck. The gold and silver bands sparkle in the light of my fireplace. God how much I would give for Alyce to be here. She reminded me of a younger version of myself when I was still partially innocent. Before my life became even more fucked up than it already was.
Finally the alcohol began to consume me. I started to feel light-headed and tired. Just as I was about to fall asleep there of course was a knock on my door.
Fucking Christ! Perfect timing. Lemme' guess, a "Welcome back from jail! We're not sending you this out of affection but rather fear that you'll kill us," fruit basket.
I slowly approach my door, my head spinning. I open the door and gasp. I must be delusional. The pale moonlight illuminated a face in my doorway that I hadn't seen in 2 years.
"Randy," I slur drunkenly.
Alyce's POV
**********Four Months Later***********
The screams got somehow louder every night. It was harder alone. I mean I know that I use to do time alone but that was before I met Jessie. She took on a role that nobody has taken on for many years. The role of my mother. She stood up for me and took care of me. She comforted me and stopped me from going off the rails and now here I am all alone in my dark dank cell trying to fight off the screams building in my throat. The world somehow got darker the moment she left. Now I can't sleep through the night. I can't eat. I can't drink. I can't function. The prison psychologist says it's stage 4 depression and now I'm on inmate-watch so that the guards can assure that I don't take my own life. At this moment I couldn't care less. Believe me when I say this, if I want to die those overpraised officers won't be able to do jack shit. If I want to die I will die.
Here I was sitting in my cell reading Jessie's tattered copy of "Gone With The Wind" that she'd left me before she got out. She says some guy named Ponyboy gave it to her. I of course responded with a simple "That's a fucking gay name! Ponyboy... More like Ponybitch!"
"Ms. Williams you have a visitor."
"A visitor for moi?" I ask sarcastically as I rose from my bunk lowering the book.
"Yes."
"Alrighty then."
"Hey Jessie I knew you would miss me but we agreed not to see each other till me court hearing, and you are not Jessie," I say as take in the sight before me.
There was a girl no older than maybe 17. She had stick straight blonde hair and a pale complexion. Her eyes were Nordic blue and her lips were full and pink. She wore no makeup and by her looks it would seem that she wouldn't need any.
"Ella," I stated in a monotone voice suddenly using my poker-face.
I felt an array of emotions. They varied from hate and anger to pain and anguish. I mean how could she wait this many years to visit? Why didn't she visit me?
"Little sister," She replies sporting the same emotionless face as me.
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to see my little sister is that a crime? All I wanted to do is stop by and say hello..."
"Ha ha "crime". How funny sister! And yes it is a crime when you just so happen to abandon your "little sister" for 4 years and than magically show up a month before her parole date! YOU CAN'T SERRIOUSLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOU JUST WANTED TO SAY "Hello" AFTER 4 FUCKING YEARS!" I scream.
The guards start to look up from their posts.
"Aly, I am not here to argue but rather to alert you of something."
"And what would that be?"
"You are not being offered parole as of today."
I freeze. Every breathe that I take becomes more and more laboured as tears start to well in my eyes.
"Richard was found guilty of murdering Mia. You are as of today free and I've hired a lawyer to sue the state for wrongly incarcerating you. Also I applied for legal guardianship so that I don't have to leave you again," My sister finishes.
"I – I can l – leave?" I ask in disbelief.
"Yes."
*********** Four hours Later*********
I clutched the book tightly to my chest as I walked to the payphone. I entered a dime and dialled the number Jessie left me.
"Jessie? It's Alyce. I'm out."
A/N – DUH DUH DUHHHHHH! Lol! Anyways hope you enjoyed this chapter this entire document is exactly 1180 words long :)
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Mina