a/n: sorry for the delay in update, bc I know I left you guys with a cliffhanger. (and i'll be updating much sooner than previous updates) Few things, thank you for continuing to read, it's very much appreciated. Thank you for reading & reviewing. I had a review that jump started my inspiration for this story, so thanks to you, here is chapter five.

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It's been two weeks after my gracious roommate came back from solitary, and we shared a passionate kiss.

I've spent two weeks denying it.

What was I thinking? I wasn't. All those built up hormones from not being able to feel the touch of another human being, made me stir crazy. The hot girl was straddling me. I saw those toned tanned thighs. My gaze wandered into her loose-fitting top when she leaned over me to untie my restraints...it was one of those heat of the moment oops-my-lips-fell-ontop-of-yours.

At least, that is what I am calling it.

But what bothers me the most about that night, is me or Vause. The fact of the matter is, with certainty I know I didn't land that loco-loca?-loco, whatever I'm not that great at Spanish. Point of the matter is, I didn't land that bitch in jail. I can't point the blame on Alex, because Lopez may just want to cause trouble. Never trust a hot brunette. They always tend to be smart, conniving, sexy, toned-I have a serious day dreaming problem that has come to light being stuck behind these four walls. The things you learn about yourself, when it's literally just you against the world.

I have a visit with Healy today. He wants to check and see how life in prison is treating me. Just peachy. Fucking peachy. I roll my eyes thinking about the conversation ahead of me as I walk towards his office. SAM HEALY. The fading black lettering on his door makes me sad for this man. That he's been in here this long-by choice.

Quickly, I knock on the door. He responds, "You may enter, Pierce."

I open the door and then close it behind me. "How are you today?" Asking casually as I take a seat on the worn office chair.

He leans back on his chair and crosses his arms over his belly, "I'm just fine, my dear. I appreciate you asking. Now, my turn. It's been a few weeks now, how has your transition been?"

My eyes wander around the room before I respond, "It's been peachy." I really just wanted to use that word ever since I thought it in my head a few seconds ago.

"Peachy?" He emphasized the word as if he didn't believe me.

I nodded my head yes. That's what I fucking said.

He pinched his nose where his glasses left indents, "I know you've been hanging around Vause, what did I say?"

Fuck you. I do not like being told what to do by creepy old men, "Couldn't help it, Healy. We are on the same work detail."

"I see." He jotted notes on his paper with my name as the header.

This man makes my blood boil. I have no clue why, but he just gives me a bad feeling, like that feeling you have when you stare into an alley and instantly get creeped the fuck out. "So am I good to go? I don't want to be late for work detail."

Before he answers or acknowledges my question he continues to write on his official piece of paper. Slowly, he places his silver pen into a holder and takes off his glasses. He looks at me, squinting a tad, "You're free to go. Stay away from those lesbians."

I couldn't even dignify his statement with a response. I just wiggled my ass out of the office as quick as I could. As soon as I closed the door Alex was sitting on the bench outside of it, "What the hell are you doing here?" I smiled out.

She shrugged, "Pennsatucky has just been placed in laundry. So the hell if I was enduring her without my laundry buddy." Alex chirped out, slapped her thighs, and stood up. "Ready?" She smiled as she waited for me to start walking before she did.

My mind was everywhere. I watched my feet kick the floor as I walked to laundry detail. Lopez. She could snap at any minute. When is she going to stop trying to figure out who landed her in solitary, before she just gives up and blames me completely?

"Hey you're pretty quiet." Alex paused then spoke again, "Actually, you've been pretty quiet lately. What the fuck is up?"

It's hard fully trusting Alex when I have Lopez in my head whispering the mantra, "You or Vause. You or Vause." So, I know I have been quiet for a few weeks, but it's hard to find words when you are paranoid.

"Okay...or don't say anything?" Alex was aggravated. And I don't blame her.

Sighing I spoke, "I just have a lot running in my head. My first visitor comes tomorrow. She should have come last time we had visitation, but I didn't get my list to Healy in time."

"Bullshit, he does that. He makes you suffer for weeks until he decides to turn in your visitor list." Alex shook her head in disgust as she opened one of the double doors with her backside. She let me walk in first and then followed behind me.

I knew I disliked that man. "Asshole, but I shouldn't be surprised. There's an asshole on every fucking block around here." I let my anger show, I shouldn't have. Alex will know what's bothering me now, and I really don't want to talk about it...with her.

Alex pried, "So who is this visitor that has your cute panties in a twist?" She winked at me. At least she's taking on this topic, not the topic I feared to speak with her about.

I let out a half-smile, this girl can always make light of a situation.

"There's the smile I haven't seen!" She chuckled out, "even if it was a pathetic attempt at a smile." She gave me a narrowing look out of the corner of her eyes, pleading with me.

This caused me to grin wide with my teeth showing. See? How could it be this sweet charming girl? What tears me apart is, what if it is her? What if. What if, she really did land my cellmate in solitary? Shaking the thought out of my head because I felt my grin slowly fade.

"So...you're not getting out of this, who's the lucky visitor that gets to see you all dressed up in our fancy jumpsuits?" She smirked as she walked over to the bins and started sorting clothes.

I folded the clothes on the aluminium countertop as Alex handed them to me, "Oh yeah, it's just a friend of mine named, Berry." Oh my God, I've been in here too long. I just refered to someone outside of prison by their last name. I corrected myself, while berating myself internally, "Rachel. Rachel Berry."

Alex looked up from the bins with her eyebrow cocked, "Just a friend of yours?"

Slowly, I looked up from folding my clothes and looked back down.

Pointing at me she hollered, "AH! Enough said. How long did you go down on this girl?"

I made a grimacing face at her, "So vulgar, so eager. You need to get laid Vause."

"You so aren't getting out of the question. And since you mentioned it, yes I do, care to help?" She threw a shirt directly at my face.

The sleeve of the shirt landed on the top of my head, causing it to stay in place. I let the shirt dangle on my face as I let my muffled speech begin, "She's a good girl. She shouldn't even be visiting me, but she insisted. Two years-"

Alex walked over to me a picked the shirt off my face with her index finger and thumb, "You were saying?"

Laughing a bit, at how ridiculous I must've looked, I continued, "We were together for two years, I met her in Chicago. She was starring in this play in boyztown. Everything about her was beautiful. Her voice. Her passion for what she was doing on stage.." I paused. Throughout telling my story, I felt all my memories come rushing to the surface. It saddened me. Abruptly, I rushed out, "But we're just friends now."

In a quiet soft tone, "That bad, eh?" Alex diverted her eye contact from me to the table.

Lowering my head in shame, "Yeah," was all I could manage to let escape my lips.

"It's hard being the girl who broke such a beautiful creäture." I forced a half-smile upon my lips.

"Can I ask something?"

I nodded my head yes.

"You don't have to tell me what happened, but if it was this bad, trust me I've been there I know-why is she coming here?" With her outstretched arm, Alex dangled a shirt from her grip, this time in defeat as she held it there until I grabbed it from her clutch.

Playfully, I yanked the shirt out of her hand and grinned, "Thanks for not throwing it at my face this time." I paused and folded the shirt, "But I'm not sure. She wouldn't tell me."

"That can't be good." Alex voice was dripping in pity.

"You're-"

Cut off by Pennsatucky, "YOU a dirty SLUT of a lesbian blonde too?"

"I-what-excuse me?" I placed my right hand on my hip and cocked my entire body.

"You. Yous talking to that filthy lesbian over there," she nodded towards Alex.

Alex chirped in, "Fuck you."

Pennsatucky walked closer to me. When she started to speak, it was apparent that she had a serious case of meth mouth, "YOU A LESBIAN? SAY IT. GOD WILL HATE YOU FOR IT." She stepped another inch closer when I didn't respond, "You disgust me. God would rather see you dead then to have you lick Vause's pink pussy."

Laughing Alex spoke, "You take a little peak at my goods in the shower? I knew your hatred for lesbians was a front. You like my little pussy." Alex said as she grabbed ahold of her vagina and gyrated in front of her. Vause knew how to push this little crack head's buttons.

I let out a stifled laugh which angered the crazy woman standing before me, "Go ahead laugh with your pretty little lesbian girlfriend. You are nothing but a worthless piece of gay shit. GOD WILL SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL, ALL OF YOU QUEERS." She threw her hands up to God and closed her eyes. She clutched her chest and then looked back at me.

"God, he just spoke to me." She clutched her chest and pointed towards the ceiling, "He said," She dramatically paused, "you're a fucking dyke. All your loved ones coming to visit you are here to tell you they want nothing to do with you. Because you are a worthless criminal, filled with sins of women. Be prepared to be alone you-"

Something is setting me off. I feel my face crunching together in a not-so-attractive face. My teeth were biting my bottom lip so hard I tasted copper in my mouth. I licked the blood off my inner lip. I felt my fingers forming a ball. I slowly made eye contact with her and cut her off, "Fuck you," I pushed both of her shoulders with my hands, "what makes you holier-than-thou? " I pushed her back again, closer to the washing machine.

I faintly heard Alex, "She ain't worth it, Pierce!"

I ignored all my surroundings, focused on seeing the red. Something I thought I had under control. I pushed her again, this time hard enough for her to slam her back against the machine, "I think all that meth went straight to you head after what it did to your teeth."

Pennsatucky spit on directly into my mouth. Tasted like tar. That was undoubtably the worst thing I have ever had in my mouth. Final straw. My hands formed into fists before I knew it I was punching her, everywhere. Repeating, "You don't fucking know me!" Alex pulled me off as I was kicking in her arms and shouting, "I'll show you a dyke!" I pushed out of her arms and ran up to Pennsatucky and got one last open-palmed slap across her disgusting face.

Before I could hide, the guards ran into the room and started to detain me. Even though I was willfully giving into them, I felt the strike of their hard batons. All eyes were on me. I felt Alex's eyes on me. They were burning through my skin. Her mouth was agape. I've been the model inmate up until now. I winced when I felt the baton again. The guards can beat you senseless in here, because who's going to believe a damned criminal?

No one.

"She's not even resisting!" Vause screamed once she saw me wince at the final blow.

Limply, I stood up and wobbled on my own two feet. My knees failed me, and buckled beneath me. Both guards caught me under my armpits before I smacked against the cold concrete floor. "Shows over ladies!" Pornstache shouted. "Back to fuckin' work! Ondelay!" He clapped his hands together painfully loud and everyone scampered off, even Vause.

Pornstache roughly grabbed my bicep and pulled me to his ear, "To the shue you go."

Fuck. "Shue?" I had a feeling what that meant. I needed confirmation.

"You slow or som'in?" Pornstache laughed out, "Solitary, idiot. Now, fuckin' move it." He kicked the back of my heels.

Officer McGorry spoke up, "Do you really gotta be that rough with all the inmates? Like fuck, we just beat her up."

Pornstache scoffed, "Shut up, you're new here."

I kept quiet. I don't even know how long I'll be stuck in solitary. What happens when you punch another inmate a few times? Lopez was in the shue for a few days just for having contraband.

You know the scene from Silence of the Lambs when Jodie Foster is walking down the corridor of the maximum security prison to meet Hannibal for the first time? All those crazy men shouting at her, literally talking insanity. That's the shue.

I know how Jodie Foster felt. Although, I'll be thrown into one of these cages and I'm not just a visitor. Minor details.

There was one window on the door to everyone's cell. There was a black girl in one of the cells her face smashed up against the window while she is in a straight jacket. All I saw were the whites of her eyes. They were over powering to her complexion. This is the girl that everyone has coined the term, "Crazy eyes." After looking into them, I completely understand.

Pornstache lets go of my bicep and forcefully shoves me into my cell. "This is where all you bad little girls get to think about what you did. Maybe play with that sweet cunt of yours in private." Pornstache winked as he pointed the camera in the corner. How revolting is this man? He stepped closer to me, "I'm taking bets on if you'll survive this." He left me there on the floor, but not without a sinister laugh.

The perverted guard shut the door and peered at me. Picking my weak self off the floor, I walked up to the door to meet his gaze. He proceeded to walk away. As I watched him turn his back I shouted, "I want in on the bet."

Pornstache stopped in his tracks and didn't turn around. He was considering it. The man in him was about to step away, but I decided to pick at the weak pervert in him, "What are you chicken?"

He came walking back and pushed his finger upon the glass so hard I wondered if he was going to break his own index finger, "You watch that mouth of yours, whore."

Under my breath, "Fuck you."

He snickered, "And what kind of bet you want to wager?"

"Simple. I'll bet you I can last five days in here. You tell me what contraband my cellmate had on her." If I can figure out what she was busted for, I'll be a step closer to proving neither Alex nor I did it.

Snorting, he simple states while raising a brow, "And if I win?"

My evil grin took over my face, because I knew exactly what he wanted, "I'll help you sneak in your drugs through Red." If I can survive these five days of-no no, not if. I WILL survive. It's a mind over matter game in this two by two room of padded walls. Pierce, you let yourself slip earlier and started seeing red, but you are better than this. I can get exactly what I want. The information I've been seeking and I get to bring that Russian down in the process. You don't place me on the shit end of a deal.

"Five days, huh?" He chuckled before continuing, "Well, we were only going to put you in here for two. But since you offered. Five days are a deal." Sheepishly he grinned and flicked the corners of his moustache in dominance.

"Oh, and Pierce? I don't make fucking bets with inmates. So enjoy your five days." He walked off not to be seen again.

Slowly... in disbelief I crumbled into a corner of my new cell. My chest rose and fell slowly. My eyes fluttered shut as I lost my hope in that corner. I brought my knees to my chin and hugged them, as I buried my face inside. This is the just the beginning.