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My brain is ready to pound out of my skull any second. I can feel it. My throat feels like somebody put a torch to it. I didn't get any sleep last night because I can barely breathe through my nose. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a fever, if I don't have one already. Life is not being very nice to me right now. Is this supposed to be karma for killing Carmen?

I'm in so much pain, but I refuse to get treatment. I never liked going to the doctors so I'm definitely not going to the infirmary. The whole thing just sounds creepy to me. I'll just wait until it gets unbearable then I'll crawl to the medical center.

I need something to distract me from my pain, but there's nothing and no one to amuse me. Kyla has her head buried in the Bible and it's been that way for the past few days now so she's not even keeping me company. I just hope she's getting something out of reading that everyday because if she doesn't then…I don't know. I'll think of something for her not helping me feel better.

I lay down on my bed to try to rest my body. I close my eyes and let out a big stuffy-nosed sigh. Kyla finally says something, "You need to see a doctor."

I open my eyes and turn to her. I say, "No way in hell am I going."

She closes her book. Boy, she must be frustrated with me because she hasn't closed that book in the past few days. She says, "You're going and I'm going to bring you."

I say stubbornly, "You can't make me."

She replies, "No, I can't, but you're going otherwise you're going to die."

I scuff my voice and say, "I'm not going to die."

She's getting annoyed, as well, with me and I can tell it in her voice. She says, "Yes you are if you don't get treated. I don't want to lose my cellmate." She creates a frown on her face.

I admit, "I'm not leaving Spencer."

Kyla ponders on that statement a little bit before responding. She asks, "Is that what this is all about? You're not gonna get help because you're afraid to leave Spencer?" I don't answer her, but that seems to give her an answer. "That is not an excuse. Me and the girls will keep her safe, I promise."

I wait a few seconds to soak everything in. I finally let out, "Okay fine, but if anything remotely dangerous happens to her, you're all dead meat. You should know by now that I will do whatever it takes to protect her." I stand up to get some air through my nose. I walk towards the cell bars and look out to everything around me. "And I will hurt anyone who hurts her."

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Later

I figured I would eat lunch and then head out to the medical wing. I got Spencer's approval to get treated. Well, actually she begged for me to go because I must look that terrible.

I somehow manage to eat a good majority of the food on my tray because I can barely smell anything; therefore, I can't smell the aroma of the fake food that is plastered on each of our trays.

All of a sudden, Jen says out of nowhere, "Oh look, there's that guard again." She points across the room to a tall, broad character that looks very masculine, standing around, chatting with the other guards.

Spencer and I look back and forth at each other, trying to figure out what is so special about the person. I look back at the broad and it seems I caught her eye, but that's not a good thing. She begins to walk towards us and that cues Spencer and I to turn around, pretending to not have been staring at her.

Kyla tries to continue on with a conversation to bring us back to our previous position, but she falters over her own thoughts and isn't able to provoke another conversation. Before we know it, the guard is standing directly over us with her arms folded obnoxiously. The quite butchy figure says, "Hey ladies." She has a smirk on her face as she says it.

We all say "Hey/Hi" in each of our funky ways. Most of us have our heads down as to not see the face beaming at us. I'm scared beyond belief right now and I can tell Spencer is too. I feel like shit already, the last thing I need is a creeper watching us. IT speaks again, "How are you ladies doing?" Why is she calling us "ladies"? What, are we pieces of meat to her?

We don't answer her, but we all carefully watch her every move. She waits a few moments for a semi-decent response, but we refuse to give it to her. As she walks around the table to proceed back to her little chatting session with the rest of the guards, she says, "Nobody wants to talk? That's all right. I'll be back." I scrutinize her as I see her wink at my Spencer.

I wait for her to leave the scene before I say, "Who the hell is that and why does she think she can wink at my girlfriend like that?"

Everyone at our table zooms in on the conversation. Jen informs me, "That's G-Girl."

I can't help but laugh hysterically when I hear that. I'm just glad "G-girl" didn't catch me doing so. I finally catch my breath and ask, "What? Does she think she's gangsta too?"

Jen looks at me seriously, "That's…not…why…she's…called…that. She's technically not a she. The 'G' part of 'G-girl' stands for 'guy'."

I ask in a confused manner, "What do you mean?"

Jen says, "She's a transsexual who hasn't gotten you know what taken care of."

I say disgustedly, "What? How come?"

Chelsea chimes in, "I heard she doesn't want to get rid of it. That's why she hasn't gotten it done."

I can't really know how to process that so I don't respond to any of them. Then Kyla chimes in as well, "I heard she raped an inmate not too long ago."

Madison says, "Yea, I heard that too."

I look over at Chelsea whose nodding her head, agreeing with what was said.

I ask, "And she got away with it?"

Everyone shrugs their shoulders, indicating that they don't know.

All I can do is keep my jaw dropped in shock and say, "She belongs to be here more than any of us. That creeper."

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4 days later

After lunch, I went straight to the medical wing. They took once glance at me and immediately admitted me into the hospital until I got better. I couldn't have any contact with the other inmates--not even Spencer, until I was cured. Life just wasn't going good for me that day.

So I'm back in my cell, waiting for them to let us outside. I haven't been out in days so I'm more than excited to be outside, especially with my girl. Being in this cell, day after day, is getting to me. I just want to be freed, but that won't happen.

Kyla hasn't been talking to me recently, but it's obviously not because she's glued to her book because I don't think I've seen her open the damn thing the whole time I've been back. I tried to get her to talk to me, but she must be hiding something from me.

I finally hear the sound, freeing each of us outside. I quickly walk out of my cell to search for Spencer down the hall. I swerve through the masses of people to finally see the person I've been longing to be with. As soon as she turns the corner to remove herself from her cell, I see her appearance and my heart sinks.

Outlines of black and blue marks encircle her body. A few cuts and scrapes are scattered across her face. Her face is hollowed in a bit and it seems like she hasn't gotten sleep in a while—maybe for three nights. I quickly walk up to her and caress my fingers over her face. I ask her kindly, "What happened Spencer?"

Her eyes look at me, expressing unbelievable pain and a terrifying memory of what happened. She doesn't say anything.

I plead, "Spencer, please tell me what happened."

She looks at me morosely, but is refusing to speak of what occurred.

I'm at the point of frustration because I know someone did this to her, but she doesn't want to tell me. I ask, "Was it Kyla? Did Kyla do something to you? Chelsea? Jen? Madison? Who Spencer? Who did this to you?"

She seems to still be in shock, telling me that whatever happened, didn't just happen once, but over and over again. I grab her arm in an aggravated way and stormed back to my cell. I peek my head in to see if Kyla's still there, but she isn't.

I continue to storm down the hall, searching for the black-haired girl. My eyes are looking every which way as I walk down the hall. Pretty soon, I see the back of Kyla's head. I run towards her and grab the back of her shirt, pulling her back towards me. I push her against the railing and say angrily, "Who did this to her? I know you know and you're going to tell me. And I swear if it's you or anyone else in your little clan, you all better figure out what you want on your gravestones."

Kyla sees the evil and possible destruction I could cause in my eyes and instantly surrenders. She says, "It wasn't any of us, I swear."

I yell, "Then who the hell did this to her! I want some answers, now!"

Kyla's intimidated face looks over at Spencer then back at me. She finally confesses, "It was G-girl."

My mouth drops. I look at Spencer's body and then back at Kyla. I yell, "How the hell could you let that happen? You promised me you were going to look after her, but you couldn't even do that for me? I can't believe this." I look at Spencer. I ask sympathetically, "What did she do to you Spencer?"

Spencer just looks at me like she did before, but doesn't give me an answer. Did she become mute over the past few days too?

I demand, "Spencer, you're going to tell me and you're going to tell me right now."

She waits a few seconds before speaking. She explains, "She took me into a dark room and tied me down. And then she…" She begins to cry. She yells out, "Then she shoved that thing in me over and over again!" She pauses. "I tried to fight back, but that only caused her to keep beating me." She pauses again. "It was terrible, Ashley, really terrible. I never want that to happen again."

I assure her, "Don't worry, I will never let her lay another hand on you." I put my hands gently on her upper arms to soothe her. I escort her to begin walking outside. I turn to Kyla before walking next to Spencer. I say disgustedly, "Don't even think about talking to me."

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That Night

I plan to take care of business tonight, right before it's lights out for everyone.

I managed to steal a steak knife during dinner, just in case I need it tonight. I hope I don't, but who knows what could happen.

I look over at Kyla who is sitting, again, reading that damn Bible. I look out down the hall and see G-Girl standing relatively close to our cell. I whisper, "Kyla, pretend you're sleeping."

She asks confusedly, "What? Why?"

I look at her annoyingly, "Just do it, now!"

She obeys my wishes and puts away her book to "fall asleep".

I yell down the hall to get G-Girl's attention, "Hey, guard, can you help me with something?"

She walks towards the cell as I prepare my little act. She reaches the cell and asks, "What?"

I lie, "I need your advice on something I'm working on, but you have to come in to see it."

She doesn't immediately agree, instead she looks around the corridor, letting out a deep sigh. She replies, "Make this quick. You're not the only person I have to keep my eyes on."

I create a fake smile. I simply agree as she unlocks the cell to invite herself in. I guide her to the "drawing" I have on the desk. It's really nothing; it's just there to distract her from my movements.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the knife. I throw my arms around her neck and place the knife against her neck like I did to Carmen. My arms constrict her airwaves. I say, "So I hear you were messing around with my girlfriend?" Squeals and movements are all that are performed by her. I continue, "If you ever think of doing that again, I'll make sure you won't see the next day. I'm not afraid to hurt anybody that hurts Spencer. You see, she's mine and I'm hers and when someone tries to take your property or permanently annihilate it, you're going to fight back, right? Well that's exactly what I'm doing now. I will go as far as I have to go to keep Spencer safe. And I'm frankly not afraid of slitting your throat right now because what would be the consequences? I get sent to jail? Oh wait, I'm already here. So see, it would just be a win-win situation for me. You would be dead, Spencer would be safe, and I would get a slap on the wrist. So what is stopping me from killing you? I'm not sure really." I give up my grip on her, letting her body drop to the floor. She breathes in and out, trying to get as much air to her brain as possible. "If I hear that you laid another finger on her, you better be praying I come up with a good reason to not slice your throat." I pause to analyze my surroundings. "It was nice talking to you. I hope we can do this again sometime." I create a fake smile as she looks back at me, still trying to catch her breath.

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Next Morning

Our little posse is sitting at the table, eating our delicious breakfast and enjoying life as it is. I nudge Spencer a little to give her the good news, "Hey guess what?"

She says excitedly, "What?"

I inform, "You shouldn't be getting any unwanted visitors trying to take control of you anymore."

Spencer takes that all in for a few seconds before she says, "What?"

I explain, "I took care of G-Girl. She won't be messing with you anymore."

Spencer gives me the "uh-oh" look. She says, "What did you do now?"

I say playfully, "Don't worry, it was nothing."

Spencer sighs and shakes her head, "Oh Ashley."