Divas Prison Ch70
"Mind if I join you?" Bayley asked Paige and Becky at breakfast.
"Sure." Becky replied, letting the former doctor take her seat at the table.
"How are you doing? With being here and everything? I mean, I know it's a stupid question, but, if you still feel like you need anything?" Paige stammered her way through her words, but Bayley saw through them to the good natured intention they had.
"Yeah, I'm ok. I mean, I'll never be ok with having to plead guilty to a crime I never did just to avoid spending my life locked up, but there's nothing I can do. Unless you know anyone with a truckload of cash I can get to hire a private detective for me, find out how the money and evidence got there, I'm stuck. I'm also not going to be one of those who whines about being in prison anymore. Like everyone, I'm just waiting till the day I get out. Hope there's some kind of life after this."
"Yep, that's how most of us feel. Those who have sentences that end anyway." Becky affirmed.
"Yeah, Ronda doesn't get to feel that way. I still think that's part of her troubles, but I'd never tell her. Actually, where is she?" Paige asked, looking around.
She didn't come back from her anger management appointment yesterday. They took her after lunch and I haven't seen her since. I was going to ask you if you knew anything, but I was pretty sure that wasn't going to be something anyone was going to tell any of us."
"No, but she can't have gone far. If she's gone over the fence we'd be on lockdown, so we can be sure that shrink didn't sneak her out." Becky said, getting the quick laugh she was looking for.
"No, and in the past he hasn't taken time off at this stage of the year, just that summer trip that he was on when I arrived, and a long Christmas break." Bayley added.
"Well we better get ready for Ronda to be a real Scrooge when that time comes." Paige thought out loud.
"You mean like you?"
"Come on Becks, that was one year, and I didn't have you to make me happy yet." Paige felt embarrassed.
"Should I step away?" Bayley teased the couple.
"No, she's stopping now." Paige said firmly. "Now, going back to the original topic, we all know where Ronda is going to be."
"The Lock." Both Bayley and Becky said together.
"Right, so we probably won't see her for a couple of days. Then I'm sure we will find out why they stick her over there again."
I can guess." Bayley said under her breath.
A couple of days proved to be accurate, as it was almost 48 hours later precisely when the guards walked Ronda back on the block. She looked across, caught the eye of her cellmate, Bayley, and stormed away into her cell. Bayley went over to Paige who was sitting with Becky and Charlotte.
"You saw that look she gave me right?"
"Yep." Charlotte was the first to respond. "But doesn't she always look that angry?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't the anger that I saw. She's upset. She looked like I'd killed her puppy in front of her, a mix of hurt and anger. Whoever caused that is probably why she went to The Lock again."
"Well we can be sure it's not any of us, or we might not be conscious right now. I can't figure if we should go talk to her or not." Paige shared the concern.
"I say yes, let her vent, if she needs to, and then she can calm down. If that fails, then we will know, and I can try and think of a way to help, and maybe get anything close to sleep tonight." Bayley said, not thinking fully, and she realised this from the looks she was getting. "Ok, it's a little selfish, but if you had to share with her, you'd understand."
"Whatever Bayley." Becky replied. "If we are doing this, let's get it done." The three went to Ronda's cell, with Bayley going in first, as she would be expected.
"Hey Ronda, you ok?"
Ronda took one look at who was standing there and groaned loudly, not sparing any feelings. "Oh good, if it isn't the prison's love experts. Have you come to offer more advice that's going to screw up my life, or are you having the day off?"
"Whoa, what's your problem Ronda?" Paige didn't like the way she was spoken to, and as one of the only women on the block not afraid of Ronda, she spoke up. However, the already unhappy woman threw herself off her bunk, nearly knocking Paige over, and now she too had the thought of getting out of there. She swallowed audibly as the two were eye to eye.
Ronda spoke surprisingly calmly. "You think because you have someone who loves you, that the rest of us will be that lucky? This is a big block, but I bet the number is less than you think, and most of us don't have a chance. Yet you fill my head with all this happy ending bullshit. I gave you all the reasons why this can't happen, but still you got in my head."
Paige realised what Ronda was alluding to. "Wait, did you go for it? What happened?"
"You want to know?" Ronda asked, exasperated. "Fine!"
"Ok, Ronda, that's our time up. I will see you on Monday as usual."
Ronda looked at her counsellor, unable to get the conversation she had with her friends out of her head. She had heard what she badly wanted to hear, even though she knew it was insane, and she could give so many reasons not to, and she had, something just took over.
"Dan, is there any way that we could see….more of each other?"
The counsellor didn't look up from his notes. "You want more sessions?"
"Oh hell yeah I do." Ronda said under her breath.
"Ronda? You didn't answer me."
"Sorry, I mean yes, I mean not exactly." Ronda tried to keep her composure.
"You aren't making sense. Are you having a problem? Why haven't you told me before now?"
"This isn't easy for me, I don't know what to say, or at least how to say it." Ronda's voice cracked as she spoke, causing Dan to come out of his chair and come up close to his patient, giving Ronda chills.
"Ronda, if something is bothering you this badly, then you should have brought it up right at the start. You clearly have something you need to talk about, and I want to hear it. What's the one rule we have had since we started talking?"
"That nothing is off limits and everything is kept private." Ronda replied, very aware of this rule.
"Correct. I will never share anything you tell me unless I fear it directly affects the health of you or another. But that has never been necessary because I thought you have always been open about everything. Now I'm wondering if that is true."
"It is true. I have never been able to talk to anyone like this. That's why…why…"
Ronda was interrupted by a knock at the door. The guard opened it and came in without invitation.
"Rousey. Times up, time for you to get back to your block." He then addressed the counsellor. "Uh, your next appointment is here."
"Next appointment?" Ronda shouted in shock.
"Next appointment?" The surprise was echoed for a moment. "Oh right, Rodriguez, the new arrival. Yes, show her in once Ms Rousey has left. Ronda, we will have to leave it there." Ronda felt the guard take her arm, but she had no intent to end the conversation.
"I thought you said I was the only woman you saw one on one?" She sounded more than a little upset.
"Yes, Ronda you were, but the courts have ruled that I spend some time with this other person."
"Why?" Ronda demanded.
"Now you know I can't share any information on another patient. You wouldn't like it if I shared what we have talked about. Now please, I'll see you Monday." A guard came in and took Ronda by the arm to take her out of the room. She pulled it away, giving him cause to signal to another who was outside the door.
"This isn't right, I thought, I mean…" Ronda lost her train of thought as she wasn't ready to properly spill her feelings.
"You thought what?" The counsellor replied, genuinely confused.
"She can't." Was all Ronda responded with before now being confronted by two guards.
"Time to go Rousey. You know the drill, don't give us any trouble." She was told, but the order was ignored. She tried to push through them but they grabbed her. Mistakingly treating her like any other woman in the prison, they tried to push her against the wall, but Ronda put her hatred for them and her skills to good use, slipping the grip and throwing a lightning hand forward, striking one guard in the throat, sending him to a knee, gasping for air.
"You punched him in the throat?" Bayley exclaimed.
"I punched him in the throat." Ronda confirmed, not showing any sign of guilt.
"Then what happened?" Paige asked.
"What do you think?" Ronda shrugged. "I got pepper sprayed, cuffed up, then dragged to solitary for three days."
"And you haven't spoken to Dan since?" Bayley kept the questions going.
"No. My next appointment is tomorrow, assuming he will still see me."
"Why wouldn't he?"
"Because I made an ass of myself, again, getting all upset and jealous like a love struck teenager. And apparently now he has this Rodriguez woman to occupy his mind." Ronda said, the last part through gritted teeth.
"Ronda you know you are jealous, right?" Paige made a point, and Ronda knew it.
"I don't care, I had better not ever see that woman again. She was lucky they had me in cuffs last time, or I'd have left her bleeding. I'd have…oh hell no." Ronda looked over to the main doors, and everyone else turned to see three women none of them had ever seen before. Three different heights, three different builds. They were being uncuffed by the guards and carrying blankets and pillows, clearly new to the prison.
"Ronda, I'm guessing one of them is this Raquel?" Paige asked rhetorically. "Which one?"
"The biggest one. The Latina. I don't know the two white girls. Not yet anyway." Ronda said, but didn't take her eyes off her target, watching as she climbed the stairs after a guard and disappeared into a cell.
"Well we might get to know at least one of these. I think one just went into Nattie's cell." Paige broke the short silence.
"Really? Becky asked, looking far too late. The other went over there somewhere."
"I'm almost positive. No doubt we will find out soon." Paige said, unsure. She didn't need to be as a short time later, just before the dinner meal was served, Natalya joined them with a dark haired woman, who didn't look all that happy.
"So this is Becky, Paige and Ronda. Ladies, meet Sonya, my new cellmate." Natalya made the introductions.
"Cheer up girl, it might never happen." Paige tried to make a joke to get the new arrival to look less miserable.
"It already did." Sonya pulled on her orange shirt to emphasise her point.
"She's got a point. Sorry." Paige conceded. "Join us?"
Natalya gestured for Sonya to take the one empty seat around the table, but as she moved around she was forced to stop as Charlotte was heading to the seat from the other side, not seeing Sonya until they almost collided.
"Hey, look out, you nearly…" Charlotte, not wanting to apologise and look weak, went to try and be the tough one, but when she looked at the other woman, who she had never set eyes upon until this moment, and found herself completely incapable of speech. "I, er, I've gotta…" she again trailed off as she high-tailed it back to her cell, wishing she could lock herself in.
"What was that?" Paige asked.
"Do you know her?" Natalya asked Sonya.
Sonya shook her head. "Never seen her before in my life. Mores the pity."
"What does that mean? And why are you smirking?" Paige asked, the second question directed at Becky.
"Oh, you're so naive with this stuff, just lucky you're cute." The Irish woman continued to smirk as Sonya now took the the seat that she was offered.
"So, what's your story?" Paige chose to ignore Becky's gentle teasing, and turned to Sonya, but found that she wasn't getting the attention that she sought. In fact, Sonya wasn't even listening. "Uh, hello?"
"Sonya, she's talking to you." Natalya tried, but Sonya didn't hear her either. Her attention was directed on a different blonde woman who was approaching them. Sonya got up and pointed away from them.
"Sonya please, talk to me."
"Mandy, I told you when they were taking us here not to talk to me, it's been less than an hour and you're already trying? Shouldn't be surprised, you've been ignoring what I wanted since we got picked up, and they ignored my request that we be kept apart. I don't want to have to see your face again, but here you are."
"Yeah here I am, so I want to put things right. You're still my best friend."
"Best friends don't get each other 19 years in prison." Sonya snapped back.
"Yeah, ok, I was wrong to put my faith in her. But it's done now, and you've got the parole chance. I don't, and I'll be in here longer that that."
"You know damn well that did me no good last time. Don't even joke about it. My life is ruined, and it's your fault, bitch."
"Bitch? I didn't twist your arm. You knew what I did, you wanted the money, so don't pretend you are some saint." Mandy frowned, her mood souring instantly.
"Just, just leave me alone!" Sonya shouted, pushing Mandy hard on her ass, which unavoidably drew the attention of the guards.
Owens was the first one to them. "You after some kind of record for punishment to a new inmate? I think it's best the two of you go to your cells for a bit, cool off. Or stay here, be stupid, and learn how we deal with this."
Natalya went towards Sonya, but before she had the chance, Sonya held her hands up to the guard. "I'm going, not interested in trouble." She walked away, doing as she was told to do, with Natalya following. Mandy picked herself off the floor, embarrassed, and disappeared off in the direction she came from, leaving the others not really knowing what to say.
A.N.: Thanks for reading.
Looks like some new arrivals have caused a bit of chaos on their first day. we know what the issue is with Sonya and Mandy, can they work things out?
Ronda however has a whole new problem. How do you think she is going to deal with it?