Returning back to the wing Michelle was laughing away with Denzy and Jessica as they headed for the table Amy had been sat at earlier outside her confinement cell. All sitting down they looked up at Michelle who stood firm. It was to Denzy like looking at a version of herself, an angry woman ready to start battle. Giving a nod she smirked at Michelle and that meant it was time to put what they had been plotting outside into motion. Approaching the cell door Michelle shouted Amy's name through it as she banged on it once firmly with her fist. The crowd laughed when they heard Amy pathetically whimper back to leave her alone; it was obvious she was crying.
Carla was still in her cell; she had been waiting to see if upon return from recreation Michelle would come seeking her. Having glammed herself up now in an attempt to regain some of the old feisty Carla she knew she was going to need she had been waiting. She could hear them all outside and shuddered at hearing the clapping as some inmate taunted poor Amy. Taking a deep breath she looked at herself in the tiny wall mirror and pouted; Carla Connor was back in business.
Stepping outside her heeled boots tapped along the concrete floor like Jessica's usually did as walked up the wing to join the back of the crowd and get a better look at the main culprits involved. She expected to see Jessica leading as usual, but as Carla peered through the sea of heads to get a closer look she was shocked. There was Michelle, scowling like that brat of a teenager she had been back when Carla had hated her and she looked evil. Her legs were just enough parted to give her a controlling stance, her posture straight and authoritarian and her finger extended from a clenched fist as she pointed back to Amy's cell and shouted with conviction. Carla had seen enough; an intervention was needed. She waited for a convenient break in Michelle's hateful speech and then made her presence known.
"MICHELLE CONNOR, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS...?" she yelled, her words echoing as silence amongst the crowd fell.
Everyone turned to face her and where she stood the crowd parted leaving a clear path from Carla to Michelle. Standing with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips Carla scowled at Michelle with an intense glare that would usually have sent shivers down the spines of her factory staff. She looked rested, confident, sexy even as she locked eyes on Michelle and shot her a look of warning. It didn't faze Michelle and to the crowd just appeared as if they were part of a stand off; one pissed of woman waiting to attack the other. Anxiously they continued to observe as Carla lifted her head higher and slowly started to walk towards Michelle. Through the silence all that could be heard was Amy's gentle sobs and the clicking of Carla's heels until she came to a stop. Stood proudly in front of the table upon which Denzy was slouched, Carla turned to her unrecognisable best friend and glared.
"What the hell are you doing?" She questioned harshly. She was using everything she had to get it across to Michelle that not only was she appalled, she was disappointed.
Michelle flicked her hair back over her shoulder and looked cool, calm, collected and confident as she stared back at Carla. The corners of her mouth began to turn upwards and seconds later she was grinning with tight lips. Cocking her hip she folded her arms across her chest and remained silent, she answered not to Carla any more. Proudly Denzy looked up at Michelle and began to nod her head. Out of the corner of her eye, Carla clocked the motion and quickly span to face the younger girl.
"This your doing?" she accused.
The crowd she had her back to started to speculate, their noisy whispers irritating Carla as she waited for Denzy to answer. The girl only smirked, her blue eyes twinkling with delight as she tried to infuriate Carla to the point of cracking. It wasn't working though, Carla had stomached too many bitches over the years to allow this one to start getting the better of her again. Looking back at Michelle she widened her eyes.
"You...over here now...we need to talk" Carla declared grabbing her arm and yanking her forward in an attempt to have some privacy from the crowd and Denzy's little gang. Michelle shook her off, stepping back to stand firmly against the wall next to Denzy. She had sworn her loyalty to her, and by Denzy's side was where she intended to stay.
Carla turned back to face her, infuriated by her petulant behaviour as encouraged by a skanky girl who used her bad nature and threatening behaviour to claim friends; not make them. Scowling she yelled at Michelle, firm but cool as if lecturing her staff.
"Get here now" she growled.
"Make me" Michelle declared in an infantile manner as she smirked.
Carla stormed forward knowing all eyes were on her and went to grab Michelle's arm again and pull her away from the brickwork. Michelle pulled away, still grinning as Jessica coolly moved and settled beside her. Reaching for Michelle again Carla tried to grip her arm when Jessica slapped her hand around her wrist on her outstretched hand and twisted it painfully. Gritting her teeth and baring it Carla waited until she released and then snatched her hand back. Narrowing her eyes she looked to Michelle.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a hushed but firm voice.
Michelle scoffed. "What's it got to do with you?" she very harshly questioned her friend.
"This isn't you. What is going on Michelle?" Carla tried a softer approach.
Pushing herself away from the wall, Michelle stood back up and moved closer to Carla. She snarled and gave her a little shove. "Don't tell me what to do Carla! … You can't do that any more"
"Michelle!" Carla scolded, horrified by her outburst.
"This is all you...I will get to the bottom of it" Carla snapped at Denzy.
"What you gonna do about it?" Denzy confidently questioned.
"She willingly accepted my deal to protect her. She is one of us now. There is NOTHING you can do" she stressed with a satisfied grin.
Feeling angered and wound up Carla tried to control her temper, but the fighter in her was slowly creeping to the surface and emerging. 'Queen Bitch' as she had once been known on the factory floor was about to rise up and be once again. Pointing her long index finger at Denzy she screwed up her face.
"I won't stand for this...this is war" Carla declared.
Swivelling quickly on her heal Carla turned to go. She had said her piece and she would get her friend back, the real Michelle, if it killed her.
Denzy quietly got up and stood in front of Michelle and Jessica narrowing her eyes at Carla as she went. No one declared war with her and got away with it, especially not posh, rich bitches with more than they deserved in Denzy's opinion like Carla. Launching herself at Carla's back she grabbed her and dragged her back, pulling her hair painfully until they both crashed to the floor.