Walking down the long hallway, filled with prisoners in their cells, all yelling that they are innocent is one hell of a fucked up experience. It felt as if her head was going to explode every time she walked down that hall. By now, the officers had discovered that Ty was dangerous, and had started chaining her hands to a longer chain that was wrapped around her large pregnant belly. She was, after all, in there for killing a cop. To make sure she didn't get away, even though she knew they couldn't stop her if they tried, one officer was supposed to attach a chain at her back, and lead her down the hall way like a dog. That pissed her off, and they all knew it. She made her distaste for this treatment very clear every time they strapped her in. Today, she was being led into a small room that meant she had a visitor, which would be the first contact she had with anyone other than the nurse that came to check on her when she was brought in, and the officers that watched over her and brought her meals.
She hadn't had blood since before she came in, her skin seeming to be so pale that you could almost see through it. Her red hair was stringy, since she was only allowed to shower every two days. The worst part of everything was that Racey was in the same prison, but they hadn't seen each other since they were loaded into the car and hauled into custody. The officers made their dislike of her clear, but since she was pregnant, they couldn't make it as clear as they would like. Apparently, killing one of their own was a crime that was unforgivable in their eyes. As the female officer pushed her into the visitation room, she heard a growl from the other side of the table. Spink apparently didn't like their harsh treatment of his pregnant fiancé, but the smirk that the officer who was leading Ty gave him showed him how much she didn't care.
He rose from his seated position, sighing heavily as he walked over to her and hugged her tightly, which she returned the best she could with her chained hands being attached to her belly. "Break it up", the female officer said, causing Ty to growl, but Spink ignored it as he led her over to the table and helped her sit down in the chair across from his. A tense silence filled the room, and Ty was the first to break it. "How is Song?" She kept her gaze downcast, not wanting to look him in the eyes, so she heard rather than saw his exaggerated breath. "She cries all the time… Asking me where her Mommy is… Fuck, I don't know what to tell her, Ty…" Nodding her head, she bit her bottom lip, tears filling her eyes as she finally forced herself to look at him. "I'm so sorry, Darrell… We both know that I'm getting the death sentence for this… I… I didn't mean to do this to you."
He shook his head, running his fingers over her jaw as he bit his bottom lip to stop his own tears. "No, baby… Stop… I get it. You were protecting your sister. We don't know that you're getting the death sentence… Don't talk like that. You're going to get out of this, and you'll be fine." With an exaggerated laugh, she shook her head and waved around with her restrained arms. "They saw me mauling a fucking cop, Darrell… They took Darla's body off of the back of Racey's car themselves! We're being put on trial for two murders that COPS saw us commit. We aren't getting out of this. Jo was easy… This, not so much."
Her tears started to flow harder as she watched a tear fall down his face, and she grabbed his hand from across the table as he spoke, causing her to have to lean forward due to the chains. "Why the hell do they have a pregnant woman chained up like that?" With a small shrug, she gave him a laugh that held no emotion. "I'm dangerous. I killed a police officer with my bare hands… To be honest with you, they'll probably get me for cannibalism too. I ate that bitch's face…" That actually caused Spink to laugh, and he ran his hand over his bald head. "How are they treating you in here, baby?" Once again, she laughed that emotionless laugh and gestured to her pale, sallow skin, and her nasty stringy hair. "Like a fucking cop killer." He growled once more, and was about to say something else about it, but before he could, she was being hauled out of the chair and chained up to her 'leash' once again. "Time's up", the officer said as she started to pull Ty out of the room. She resisted, long enough to kiss Spink's lips and whisper to him. "I love you… So much." The emotion in his voice as he replied caused her to cry once again. "I love you too, baby… More than anything in this world." Apparently, she had resisted long enough, because one of the officers trying to lead her out pulled a bit too hard, causing Spink to see red. "Hey! Are you blind?! She's fucking pregnant! Don't fucking touch her like that!" But it was already too late. She was once again being led back down that long hallway, back to her solitary confinement cell, listening to the women's screams around her.
Once in her cell, she leaned against the wall, sobbing silently to herself. How had she gotten herself into this mess? Seeing Spink that way caused her to feel even worse, and the knowledge of what her daughter was going through made her cry harder. She would do it all over again, of course. That was a given. She would do anything for her family. Maybe she wouldn't have killed Wallis in her blind rage, though. Naw, who in the hell was she kidding? That bitch deserved it.
RACEY'S POV
Billy paced back and forth with a cigarette hanging from his lips he looked up at the sound of the buzzer and watched angrily as Racey made her way into the room, her head hanging and her skin paler than usual. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out as he flared his nostrils at the same tubby guard that was a witness for Racey's visit when he was locked up walked in behind her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into him and rested his head on hers.
"You ok, babe?"
"Babe, I don't see Darla around here anywhere?" Racey jerked away from him and sat down at the table and leaning back in her chair and getting comfortable.
Billy sat opposite of her glaring as he lit another cigarette. "Your still fucking pissed about that?"
"What the fuck do you think? You would be more pissed than that if it was me. You would go off the fucking deep end if you saw someone on me like you were on her."
Billy snarled and took a hit from his cigarette as he continued to glare at Race.
"What did you think I would be all peachy and shit and cry to you? I know why the fuck I'm in here and it's because of what you fucking did. I would never be in this situation if it wasn't for your actions. What about Ace, Billy? How are you going to explain to her why her mom is a single mom and she only gets to see you once a week, huh?"
"That's not gonna fucking happen." Billy said slamming his fist on the table.
"Wanna bet. How fucking long has this been going on Billy? I deserve to know that fucking much atleast." Racey stood staring down at him her eyes become angry as her glare hardened at the sound of his silence. She slammed her fist down on the table and got in his face. "HOW FUCKING LONG!?"
"Two years from Halloween." Billy said hanging his head disappointed in himself for what he had done to Race.
"Do you want him to leave?" The fat tubby guard chimed in at that point not feeling like seeing these two, especially Billy get physical again.
"No, he needs to fucking hear this." Racey sat back down still staring into his ice blue eyes, and flaring her nostril reminding Billy a lot of himself.
"I think it's best when you leave here to just go pack your shit and get the fuck out."
"I can't do that." He said still glaring at her.
"Yeah, the fuck you can. I don't have to put up with this shit Billy. I really fucking don't, I can handle myself and Ace with Ty and Spink's help and never have to look at your face again and be fine. Go fuck some more whores, get an STD and leave me the fuck alone."
Billy slammed his fist down on the table again as he stood up to pace trying to figure out what the fuck he should say to Racey. He flared his nostril and rubbed his scalp before turning to glare down at her. "You never fucking get it do you, Race? I'm not leaving you and I'm not leaving Ace."
"Wanna bet." She said as she slammed her feet on table.
He leaned across the table knocking her feet down and scooting the table out of the way to grab her shoulders. "Face the fucking facts, Racey, I'm not fucking leaving. You'll have to get over."
"Why the fuck not! Apparently your family doesn't matter to you! You threw me and Ace in the fucking trash when you fucked Darla! We meant nothing to you then, and that tells me we mean nothing to you now and probably will never mean a damn thing to you."
"Racey, you know that's a fucking lie."
"Just like the fucking lie we have been living huh?"
"It wasn't a lie dammit! It'll never be a fucking lie. I...I can't live without you and Ace."
"I think you can."
"No I fucking can't! I love you, both of you."
"More lies, huh?"
Billy's eyes softened as he pulled Racey into his chest and raised her chin with his hand to look at him. "I fucking love you. I can't fucking live without you, Race. It's just hard for me. I'm not used to this kinda shit. You know that better than anyone or you should anyway. I fucked up, like I always do. I'm really fucking sorry about it, babe."
Racey smiled a bit before punching him in the ribs causing him to groan and release her. "You fucking should be! I can't fucking believe you fucking did that shit! You're gonna have to work hard as fuck to earn back my trust, Darley!"
Billy growled and looked at Racey smiling that smart ass smirk knowing that was her way of letting him know his apology was accepted and she believed him.
"Don't give me that fucking look. You're still not off the hook, but I guess you can stay with us. You just ain't going no fucking where by yourself anymore."
Billy walked over to wrap his arms around her and smile down at her. He then noticed her trembling as she layed her head on his chest. He moved the hair out of her face to see tears rolling down her cheek.
Racey had been so strong and trying to hold in her sadness with what Billy had done but her strength quickly faded at the sound of him admitting what he had held in for so long. Then the charge her and Ty faced came drifting into her mind. Racey inhaled sharply as her tears began to create a puddle on Billy's shirt. She buried her face into his chest and cried. "It's over. It's all over. We're never getting out of this, Billy. It's impossible."
All he could do was squeeze her tighter and remain silent till she looked up at him with her eyes that were almost grey and hazed from the tears and the hunger he knew she had. "We'll get you out of this, Race. I promise, I fucking promise you that."
Race nodded and stared into his eyes feeling completely helpless. Their gaze was once again broken by the fat tub of lard this time pushing Billy away from Racey and catching his glare as two female guards walked in and grabbed Race. Billy's nostrils flared and he pushed the guard out of his way. "Get your fucking hands off of her." He stood toe to toe with the biggest one and glared into her eyes. "Don't fucking touch her."
The other guard began to walk Racey back tugging at her as she stared back at him.
"Get your god-damned hands off of her!" He pushed the one guard to the side and made his way after the one who was now pushing Racey down the hall, but was stopped by the sudden slam of the door and looked over to see the fat dorky guard shivering in his boots with his hand on the button. At that moment Billy went bezerk throwing tables and chairs around the room and even punching the female guard. "Leave her the fuck alone! Bring her back dammit!"
Angel walked in at that point and stared into the angry Billy's eyes.
"I suggest you go home, Darley. Before you're back there with her."
His heavy breathing was noticeable as he looked away from him to the figure of Racey heading down that long hallway and huffed out a quick burst of air as he returned his gaze to Angel and lit a cigarette before walking over to him. "If one fucking hair is out of place on her, I'll be back in here. Tell your fucking guards to keep their FUCKING hands off of her, or what happened to this fucking room will damn sure happen to them." He walked briskly out of the room and too his car where he sat there staring into the nothingness in his mind as a single tear gathered in his eye and dripped down his cheek. He quickly snapped out of it and brushed the tear away and rushed home to his daughter.
