Slowly Carla and Michelle had rebuilt their friendship, but it had been a difficult few weeks for them on the wing. All Michelle's bonding with the gang had slowly unravelled and now it seemed she was back at square one, Carla and Amy her only friends. She suddenly felt the lonely creeping in and still confined to her own cell for protection she wasn't enjoying the lack of time she got with Carla. Her routine had been and still was completely different. She only saw everyone at meal times, the rest of her day was spent confined in four white-washed brick walls and she was lonely. So lonely in fact that whilst Carla and Amy spent their recreational time staring up through the mesh walkways at Michelle's cell door, she was concealed behind it in floods and floods of tears.
She missed Carla, she missed her so much.
In the same time Denzy and Jessica had been secretly plotting. Watching Carla's every move and devising a devilish scheme by which they would avenge Denzy's brother. Denzy's hatred of her raven-haired nemesis had only grown and she had slowly but effectively poisoned many of the prisoners with her tales of Carla Connor in her Donovan days.
That's right Denzy remembered Carla.
She remembered every little detail….
It had been one winter night that Denzy had first met Carla. Her big brother had bought her home the night they had come to announce they were dating officially. She remembered how Carla had looked; perfect, sleek and long raven hair, dark perfectly shaped eyebrows, piercing hazel eyes taking in every detail of their home. She was tall and Denzy remembered her as painfully thin, almost to the point she swore she could see the bones of the woman who was hanging proudly off of her brother's arm. Carla had inch thick make up, but she had still looked perfect and back then, a young teenager herself Denzy had grown instantly jealous of Carla and how she had captured and stolen her big brothers attentions in a mere matter of seconds of her brother introducing them.
Carla had taken a hesitant seat upon their slightly worn leather couch in the living room and eyed Denzy who had slouched in the arm chair, in her baggy denim jeans and oversized branded sports slogan t-shirt and her scrunchy clad hair tumbling from the centre of her head. She had known Carla was judging her in every sense of the word and she instantly hated her for it. Denzy just remembered scowling at the sight of the cheap tart her brother had brought home with him this time, denim skirt that barely covered the thong she had on underneath, if she was even wearing underwear and a top, so small and tight that it pushed her only assets up and into the eye line of everyone present. Denzy just regarded Carla as cheap, the kind of girl who tarted herself up for money, so why she was with her thug like brother she would never know, so she could only assume it was because he was the most popular guy on the estate but also because she knew him as kind.
That had to be it, he must be kind to Carla because she certainly wasn't with him for his money.
Over time Carla had been with her brother more and more, and Denzy, well she had just learnt to accept that she had to share her brother affections with the new lady in his life. Eventually she had even learnt to get along with Carla, making the most of the gossip that spilt from the beautiful girls lips and even having a laugh with her over a few beers and a cheap bottle of wine, but one day Carla seemed shaken up and distant and Denzy remembered it well. She had had a bad feeling about it and felt uneasy around Carla in that moment. It was the night before her brother was discovered in his flat; dead.
That is when Denzy had known, she knew all along, it was all Carla, even when the police had insisted it had to be accidental; result of a fight no doubt were the exact words the officer had used when telling their mother, and she had just excepted it, but Denzy hadn't. Fine she accepted her brother was trouble but he didn't deserve to be treated like they treated him. He had been murdered, in cold blood and by that tart, by Carla Donovan. From that moment on Denzy had resented every fibre of Carla's being and she had sworn over her brother's grave that she would get revenge for him. She loved him so much, it only seemed fitting and the least she could do for him, but mysteriously Carla had disappeared that day.
Denzy was absolutely delighted to have made her little discovery about the latest addition to the wing. Carla and Michelle, she knew she had known those names and faces. Almost instantly she recognised Carla but the years that had past made her sit back and observe to make sure before any confrontation could take place. Michelle was what threw her, she had never seen her before but she remembered how fondly Carla had spoken about her best friend 'Chelle. It had been when Carla had called Michelle 'Chelle on their second day in that place that Denzy had all she needed to be sure.
The whole wing now knew this story, her side and she hadn't been kind in her descriptions of Carla Donovan and so now she was even more hated than before. Carla however had not been giving anyone's shift in attitude towards her any thought because she was focused on Michelle. Worrying for her friend consumed every minute of her day, even when she fell asleep. So anything happening during the day she was oblivious to, all the plotting and scheming, the taunts, snide incomprehensible comments and huddled gangs talking in loud whispers as they warily watched her every move. Amy however was growing increasingly nervous, especially noticing that Carla seemed to be unintentionally the centre of attention as the days went on. Something was wrong she could sense it.