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Chapter 10: Getting Out

"Wow, that's rough. Do you think you'll ever talk to Lily again?"

"Nah, probably not. She'd probably be scared shitless of me and I'm kinda…y'know holding a grudge since she didn't visit me."

"Yea, true."

I looked over the prison yard. There were a couple of groups together. Several looked directly at me, looking uber pissed. Tonight was my last night and hopefully it wouldn't be too bad. I'm broken from my thoughts by two highly-pitched screams of anger. I heard thuds as flesh hit flesh, and screams from the girls trying to egg the fight on.

I close my eyes and sigh. This was probably one of many rivalry fights. You see, these girls think it's funny to steal other's girlfriends. It's not. I would know. So most of the fights are over girlfriends and stuff like that. I look over to my companion.

"Hey, Sarah, I'm gonna head in. Enjoy the fresh air while you can." I smile slight and she nods, a look of amusement in her eyes. We wave a little to each other, and I turn to go. Sarah was one of the first people at prison that I found myself trusting. I don't even know how she got in here. That girl's a fucking saint. Yea, we call her Saint Sarah. Nobody knows what she did, but she's too damn nice to have killed someone. Maybe when I get out, I'll come back and ask her why. I throw down my cigarette butt, nod one last time at her and head in.

Later that night, I lay on my very uncomfortable cot, looking up at the ceiling. I remembered what one of the guards told me about girls' last nights.

"The last night is a bitch. You usually can't go to sleep and sometimes the girls who are in here for life think it's amusing to go ahead and beat the shit out of the one getting out. Watch your back. Rachel, your cellmate is in for life."

I sighed and closed my eyes, beckoning sleep to come to me. Needless to say, it didn't.

"Miley..."

Damnit. I sat up and looked over to her. Big mistake. A fist collided with my temple, knocking me backwards. I didn't cry out, and I didn't fight back. If I did, I wouldn't go home. Just let it be over with soon. Stars burst into my vision and I clutched the sheets underneath me. Another fist knocked hard against my jaw. As the blow hit, I unclenched my teeth and let my jaw relax. As I was recovering from that last blow, I felt another hit, but this time, cold steel punctured through flesh and tore upwards. Okay. Bitch, that's it. Don't fucking scar up my damn face. I push Rachel off of me by kicking her in the stomach. I worked my jaw, it was just a little bruised, nothing serious. I touched my cheek, though, and it was warm, and slightly sticky. Fuck no. Fuck no. I was bleeding…badly.

"Guard! Guard! Gitcherassoverhere!" My voice was tinny and shaky. I must've been scared. Two men jogged up to our cell. One practically tackled Rachel, putting her in handcuffs, muttering something in her ear about solitary confinement. I was led to the infirmary. They patched up my cheek and put ice on my eye. The nurse…doctor person told me I was going to have a scar from the corner of my right eye down to my jaw.

Great. More damn scars.

I walk out of the prison, heavy steel gates closing behind me. I held a pack of my belongings by my side. It was mostly filled with stuff I had collected over the years, and the stuff I gave to them when I first came here.

"Miley! Miles! Miles!"

I turned abruptly, not having heard that nickname in about two months. It was Oliver and Jake, of course. I grinned, almost laughing at their appearances. They looked completely different. Oliver's hair was completely shaggy and he had let his Mohawk grow out. He also had a slight scruffiness about him, what with his goatee and 5 o'clock shadow. Jake's hair was shorter, in a slight bowl cut, that was tapered to fringe over one eye.

"Hey, guys…"

"Whoa! What happened to your face?"

"Don't make such a big deal. My cellmate was in for life and she got jealous…"

Jake raised an eyebrow and Ollie's eyes widened.

"Oh well, guess ya couldn't help it." I shrugged and it was quiet as I followed them to the car.

Oliver broke the silence as we reached his truck. "Do you want to see Lily…?"

A/N: Look an early update! It'll probably be Saturday before I have the next chapter up. Y'all might not like chapter eleven so much, haha. It's kinda...mean.