Chapter Three: Come, Show Me the Meaning of Complete
"So, you're finally getting out of this hell-hole huh?" Yalya's cell-mate asked her. The courts had put in the closest thing they could find to prison, for kids her age.
"What's it to you?" She responded, reviewing the letter that her mother sent her about her release. There had to be a catch. They wouldn't just let her out after she had almost killed someone. They ... couldn't. "Damn it." She muttered to herself, hoping that she wasn't getting into something worse.
"So, why'd you do it?" Rachel wondered, playing with the last few cigarettes she had. A child prostitute, she had worked her way up on the "social" latter and was going to be released soon. But how could Yalya be released before her.
"Why'd I do what?"
"Sleep with a guard ... promise them things you can't give." She picked up the cigarette, pretending to smoke. "I'm going to be the first one out of here."
"Not, unless you're going to be getting out within the next two months." Yalya shot back, untouched. She had become solid as a rock in this place and a softie like Rachel couldn't change her with two words.
"Are you like, challenging me?" Rachel dropped the cigarette and stood up. Yalya ignored her, re-reading the letter again. "I'm talking to you bitch!"
"Fuck off." Yalya shot back drifting into thoughts of what freedom would be like. Maybe then, people would actually start to believe her when she told them that she didn't mean to kill ... him ...
"I can't believe she's making me go." I whispered, divulging the entire scene to my band. MY BAND "Now everything's screwed up and she just gets her way again." I added. Everyone just looked around, avoiding my gaze. "Don't you guys care?"
"Of course we do." Gloria answered, hugging me. "But maybe this isn't so bad."
"What?" The other guys nodded in the background.
"But, that doesn't mean that shipping you off to some nuthouse will change things." Nick chimed in.
"I know. That's exactly what I mean."
"But, you'll have a chance there. And maybe you'll get some things sorted out." Bryan added. I know what he was thinking. I had an on-going relationship with both him and Nick and I couldn't decide ... they both brought out things in me that I liked. Nick was like this Arian babe with an amazing body, who was like sensitive and like totally understood me. But I had known Bryan my entire life. He was like the only Indonesian guy that I met that I was attracted to and calling him Prince Charming would be an understatement ...
"But you know I love all you guys." I tried to explain, trying to cry.
"And we love you too." Gloria added, giving me a hug and a kiss. More tears pilled up and started falling.
"Oh shit." I began holding back a smile. "You guys made me cry."
"Like that's hard." Bryan added, swooping me into his arms and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. Nick looked away as I found myself torn between two places again. I didn't know what I was going to do without them. They were my real family and understood me like no one else ... even Cody, who just sat back and watched, like always. I'd even miss his silence.
"How could this happen?" Constance whispered to herself. "How could he like ... be here."
"Was it something I did?" I jumped, hearing Scott's voice again. He was just so clueless to how much pain he had brought me.
"I hate you." I mumbled. "You ruined my life."
"I don't even know you." Scott began. "I ..." He stopped, remembering things about Constance, but not really knowing who she was.
"Am I that unimportant now?" Constance began to cry. "I like worshipped you Scott. And the minute Elaine came back into your life, you like threw me out like I was disposable. I gave you everything!" I turned in the other direction and ran as fast and far as I could. How could the only person I loved ... and hated be here to ruin my life all over again?
(A/N: I haven't written in over two years. I completely forgot about this story, but I hope someone wants to read it because it's actually a lot better than I thought. Review! Thanks so much ... NL)
"So, you're finally getting out of this hell-hole huh?" Yalya's cell-mate asked her. The courts had put in the closest thing they could find to prison, for kids her age.
"What's it to you?" She responded, reviewing the letter that her mother sent her about her release. There had to be a catch. They wouldn't just let her out after she had almost killed someone. They ... couldn't. "Damn it." She muttered to herself, hoping that she wasn't getting into something worse.
"So, why'd you do it?" Rachel wondered, playing with the last few cigarettes she had. A child prostitute, she had worked her way up on the "social" latter and was going to be released soon. But how could Yalya be released before her.
"Why'd I do what?"
"Sleep with a guard ... promise them things you can't give." She picked up the cigarette, pretending to smoke. "I'm going to be the first one out of here."
"Not, unless you're going to be getting out within the next two months." Yalya shot back, untouched. She had become solid as a rock in this place and a softie like Rachel couldn't change her with two words.
"Are you like, challenging me?" Rachel dropped the cigarette and stood up. Yalya ignored her, re-reading the letter again. "I'm talking to you bitch!"
"Fuck off." Yalya shot back drifting into thoughts of what freedom would be like. Maybe then, people would actually start to believe her when she told them that she didn't mean to kill ... him ...
"I can't believe she's making me go." I whispered, divulging the entire scene to my band. MY BAND "Now everything's screwed up and she just gets her way again." I added. Everyone just looked around, avoiding my gaze. "Don't you guys care?"
"Of course we do." Gloria answered, hugging me. "But maybe this isn't so bad."
"What?" The other guys nodded in the background.
"But, that doesn't mean that shipping you off to some nuthouse will change things." Nick chimed in.
"I know. That's exactly what I mean."
"But, you'll have a chance there. And maybe you'll get some things sorted out." Bryan added. I know what he was thinking. I had an on-going relationship with both him and Nick and I couldn't decide ... they both brought out things in me that I liked. Nick was like this Arian babe with an amazing body, who was like sensitive and like totally understood me. But I had known Bryan my entire life. He was like the only Indonesian guy that I met that I was attracted to and calling him Prince Charming would be an understatement ...
"But you know I love all you guys." I tried to explain, trying to cry.
"And we love you too." Gloria added, giving me a hug and a kiss. More tears pilled up and started falling.
"Oh shit." I began holding back a smile. "You guys made me cry."
"Like that's hard." Bryan added, swooping me into his arms and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. Nick looked away as I found myself torn between two places again. I didn't know what I was going to do without them. They were my real family and understood me like no one else ... even Cody, who just sat back and watched, like always. I'd even miss his silence.
"How could this happen?" Constance whispered to herself. "How could he like ... be here."
"Was it something I did?" I jumped, hearing Scott's voice again. He was just so clueless to how much pain he had brought me.
"I hate you." I mumbled. "You ruined my life."
"I don't even know you." Scott began. "I ..." He stopped, remembering things about Constance, but not really knowing who she was.
"Am I that unimportant now?" Constance began to cry. "I like worshipped you Scott. And the minute Elaine came back into your life, you like threw me out like I was disposable. I gave you everything!" I turned in the other direction and ran as fast and far as I could. How could the only person I loved ... and hated be here to ruin my life all over again?
(A/N: I haven't written in over two years. I completely forgot about this story, but I hope someone wants to read it because it's actually a lot better than I thought. Review! Thanks so much ... NL)