June 29, 1939

Angela woke up that morning to the scent of something absolutely wonderful. She sat up groggily, and rubbed her eyes, wondering what had caused the smell, when she saw Paul Edgecomb standing at John Coffey's bars. He was whispering, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. The smell got even better when Coffey opened the bundle he had been given and uncovered a cornbread.

"This all for me?" Coffey asked shyly.

Edgecomb nodded. Angela was slowly beginning to water at the mouth, and she blushed at the thought of drooling over food, though she supposed she couldn't blame herself. She had never been much of an eater but after eating nothing but prison food since she had been brought there, she couldn't help but swallow hard at the thought of cornbread. She vaguely heard Del say something before she tuned into the conversation.

"Can I give some to Del?" she heard Coffey ask Edgecomb.

"It's yours, John" Edgecomb said "You do with it as you please"

Coffey handed some of the cornbread to Edgecomb.

"Here's for Del and mr Jingles then" Coffey said "And Angela, this is for you"

Angela got up as Coffey held some of the cornbread out to her. She reached through the bars, never once thinking that it might be dangerous as she knew in her heart that John Coffey was far from dangerous, and took the cornbread from his enormous hand.

"Thank you, John" Angela said softly and gratefully.

"Hey" Wharton yelled, making Angela cringe "What about me?. I'm'a get some too, aint I?"

Coffey looked over at Wharton before looking back at Edgecomb.

"It's yours, John" Edgecomb answered the unspoken question "As you please"

"Well. Fine. I think I'll keep the rest, then" Coffey said before digging in.

Edgecomb then brought the cornbread to Del and mr Jingles.

"Hey. What about me?" Wharton cried "Don't you hold out on me, ya big dummy nigger"

Angela gasped and almost choked on her cornbread. She couldn't believe what he had just said. Edgecomb was obviously very angry about it as he stepped to Wharton's cell.

"You'll keep a civil tongue on my block" Edgecomb said.

Wharton merely grinned however and spat in Edgecomb's face, his grin widening after doing so. Angela looked on breathlessly as Edgecomb wiped the spit away.

"You'll get that one for free" Edgecomb said throught gritted teeth "But that's the last one"

Edgecomb walked away and Wharton laughed, hollering after him "That's it?. Just that little bitty one?. Guess I'll have to pay out for the rest, huh?"

Angela shook her head in disgust, how horrible could a man be?. She all but jumped back when Wharton whirled around to look at her. His face split into a maniacal grin and Angela shuddered.

"Whas t'matter, little girl?" Wharton taunted "Scared?"

"Only of catching your diseases" Angela blurted out.

Del laughed softly at this but Wharton scowled, making Angela even more nervous.

"You pray before you go to bed at night, little girl?" he asked.

"Sometimes" Angela said, not liking where this was going.

"You best pray t'night, you best pray I never get my hands on you" Wharton said softly, before turning away.

Angela swallowed hard as she sat down on her bunk, her heart going eighty miles an hour, her skin clammy and her mouth dry.

The rational part of her told her that she didn't have to worry about him ever getting his hands on her, there were bars between them, there was no way he could get to her, and even if he could. Wouldn't Brutal protect her?. Yes, he would.

The scared part of her, however, yelled at her that she should have kept her mouth shut. So what if he stared at her?. So what if he made her nervous?. Now he was mad at her and that was ten times worse.

What if he could get to her?. What if he escaped somehow and managed to find the keys to her cell?. She desperately tried to suppress the insane thought running through her mind, but it was no use. She was afraid, deathly afraid of Wild Bill Wharton.

A/N : Very short chapter I know, and half of it isn't even about Angela, but I've got writer's block in a big way. I wasn't even sure if I was going to post today. I hope I haven't rushed it and messed up the story. Romance will come once I can figure out how to make it believable. Tragedy usually does the trick, or the need for protection. On a side note, the insult towards Coffey about being black is not of my own making, it comes straight from the movie.