Relieve me of this

Brand on my skin

I'm done with it

Take the weights

Off my back

Let me stand tall again

Don't make me feel

Small again

What gives me heaven

Makes me live in this hell

A self-inflicted prison

But the powder means well

Santana's POV

Fuckin jail. I am so sick of seeing these bitches. I'm not wearing orange for the rest of my life. Worst color ever now. And as I walk to the mess hall with Ro I'm reminded how much I hate this shit when Gloria eyes me and sits at my table.

I get my food and sit down. This should be good. I should gather a crowd. She's lucky I get out soon or I'd make her face meet my lunch tray again.

I look at her. Speak the fuck up bitch I know you don't wanna just have a wonderful meal of shit stew with me.

"I'm sorry."

I look around as if to say did everyone just hear that. This bitch.

"For dropping me on a doorstep or not having an abortion?"

I lean up to her. "Like, am I Hercules secretly? Cause his situation is the only way I can reason getting left somewhere scary."

She looks down. Exactly bitch. Exactly.

"Your father owed some very bad people money. I was trying to save you from that life and couldn't do it through the state or they would have killed you."

I scoff. "Unless you were being hunted by Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you should've at least tried. And then if you failed maybe I could have been raised my Brangelina. They need a Puerto Rican."

"They killed him. Right after Santos was born. That's why I dropped him off there too." She shakes her head. "I should have checked who lived there. I'm so, so sorry."

Then she pushes a roll across the table towards me. What the hell is this a jailhouse peace offering that I haven't heard about?

"A fucking piece of bread is supposed to make me feel better?"

Gloria shakes her head. This old bitch is like a riddle.

"It's what is in the roll. Don't open it here.

I nod and take the roll back to my cell. This crazy bitch.

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A black man with green eyes walks down the street. He feels like someone is watching him but he ignores it and goes into the strip club.

There is a leggy blonde dancing on the stage. She's sparkling but it's easy to tell it's only halfway. The blonde sees the green eyed man and she freezes and runs off.

A Hispanic man stops her from leaving out of the back door. She stops struggling once her girlfriend is mentioned.

"Shh it's ok. I'm Mateo. I was sent here to protect you from that man. Your girlfriend saved our Rosa's life and in turn we owe her ours."

The blonde thinks her girlfriend can't get any hotter right now. Having the Latin kings owe her a favor.

"Are you gonna kill him?"

"I don't know I was told to keep track of him and protect you if he gets too close."

She nods. "Good cuz I wanna do it."

Mateo calls his friend Rico to keep track of Jermaine while he takes Brittany home.

She's so thankful Santana is the greatest woman in the world. She could have asked the kings for anything, but she asked them to protect her. Brittany owes it to her to get her shit together.

Mateo sits outside her bedroom door that night with a gun in his hand. He figured Brittany deserves a good night sleep of not worrying about that man.

Inside the room Brittany decides to shoot up for the very last time.

Quinn comes up the steps in shock that someone's there and she swings at him. He fortunately blocks the punch in time.

"Easy there chica. I've been sent here by Santana to protect Miss Brittany." He says in his thick accent.

Quinn smirks. Only Santana would be able to pull some boss shit like that.

She eyes him up and down. She thinks he's cute.

Quinn hold her hand out to shake his. "Quinn."

Instead of shaking her hand he flips it over and kisses it.

"Mateo." He looks up at her with his slicked back hair and warm brown eyes. He has a bunch of tattoos and dons a leather jacket and jeans with a white ribbed tank top.

She just nods with a smile and opens the door to her room. She turns around before she closes it behind her. "Goodnight."

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Santana's POV

I go back to my cell and I thank whoever's enjoying watching up there, that Rosa isn't in here. Cuz who knows what could be in here? Like her fuckin kidney or something as an apology.

I decide to rip the roll open and…score a bundle of shit dope because it's not mine. I don't want to be cocky, but my H is the best. It's a fact. Anyway, past the dope is two pictures.

Two of those newborn pictures they take at the hospital right after they're all cleaned up.

On the back are mine and Santos' names.

It makes me smile to see Santos just as he was born.

But when I see myself it seems more like a snapshot before my life was changed forever.

But regardless it's good to have Santi's picture. We don't have many and they're all from after kindergarten when the school made us take pictures. Some have slipped through the cracks at foster homes and police stations, among other things.

I'm gonna stuff my own roll tomorrow. Give her something so she leaves me the fuck alone for the rest of my stay here.

I remember the dope and decide to use my baby picture to snort it. For some reason I don't like looking at this photo. It does something to me. It reminds me of that time, that this is what I looked like laying in a box crying. Being delivered to a pedophile.

Rosa comes in and she pats me on the back when she eyes my snorting tool.

"The man with the green eyes followed your girl last night. She saw him and freaked out. But Mateo took her home." She sits down on her bunk. "Oh and he wants to ask is it's cool to take your sister on a date?"

I laugh. Quinn gets it in, always. But Jermaine shouldn't still be following Brittany, he shouldn't be walking at all.

"He can take her on a date if she says yes. But he better treat her like a lady." We laugh. Quinn will without a doubt fuck this guy.

Her and Puck stopped dating when he started suckin' dick. I mean not even Q sucks dick for money. Brittany does but that's besides the point. She's done it before, and Puck is real low to be suckin' cocks for money.

"I'm gonna miss you Santana."

"Yea. You too Rosa. I'll miss you too."

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Brittany wakes up in the morning and Quinn's words play in her head over and over like a fly buzzing in her ear.

She huff and pulls out her drug kit and takes all the needles out.

She puts them in a small grocery bag and throws them outside.

Britt snorts instead for the second time since she started shooting up months ago.

It doesn't quite hit the spot. It's like eating spaghetti without the sauce and you've had it with sauce before so you know it's better, but the sauce is bad for you. It makes the effect of the pasta worse.

All vanilla ice cream when you've had chocolate before and like it more.

Good sex opposed to mind blowing sex.

Mateo comes over to pick up Quinn for their date and he looks fly on his black Harley. He's wearing jeans and a leather jacket again.

They smile at each other and she gets on without question. Mateo drives them down the Pat's to get cheese steaks and then they climb to the roof of and abandoned building to eat and look over the city.

Half way through each of their sandwiches they look at each other with fuck me eyes and tossed them aside. The two start going at it furiously until Quinn pulls back.

"Wait. I think we should wait and do it right."

He looks at her let down. "Uh if that's what you want."

She bursts out laughing. "I'm just messing with you. I just don't wanna fuck here. I wanna fuck in a bed."

"Is that so? Well I happened to have one of these things you call a bed. Is that what you call it?"

She laughs. "Well you can show me it and I'll let you know if we're on the same page."

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Santana's POV

I go into the mess hall with my own damn roll now. I'm not being mean I actually put something nice in there.

I sit across from her and hand her the roll. "It's a picture of Santos. Everyone calls him Santi, but only me Quinn and Britt can call him Ti." I lean closer to her. "He is my heart and soul. And I hope you regret everyday leaving such a beautiful person on a cold porch."

"Oh and thanks for killing that bitch that shanked me. I could've done it myself. That seems to be a thing I do."

I get up and go because I know I'm getting the best visitor ever today.

I got into the visiting room with a huge smile when I see those blue eyes twinkle my way. She's everything I ever thought my soul mate to be and more. If I were told to make my perfect woman she still wouldn't be my Brittany.

"Two more weeks." She says bouncing up and down on her seat.

I smile at my girl. "Two more weeks."

"I can't wait to hold you and kiss you- ."

"And fuck. Ughh my pussy misses you San, and I'll let the world know it."

I raise up my cuffed hands to stop her while stifling a laugh.

"Please don't babe."

"You know I would too." She giggles.

I notice the life coming back to her and the scabbed over marks on her skin. "You look a lot better sweets."

Brittany smiles and runs her fingers over her healed track marks.

"Yeah, Q knocked some sense into me."

I get angry. I know how Quinn knocks sense into me. She literally hits me.

"She hit you?"

Brittany's laughing. What the hell is so funny?

"No, she doesn't need to literally hit me to knock sense into me. You're just thick headed as hell."

She's right. "Ughh. I love you. At least I learned how to tattoo in here."

"When you get out can you tat a giraffe up my side?"

She's so awesome. "I'll think about it."

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Quinn wakes up to Mateo kissing her neck and she smiles. She doesn't know if he fucks with dope so she rushes home before she starts getting sick. She has to remember to ask Rosa if he parties.