Title: Barden State Penitentiary

Author: Jamiexh

Rating: R

Summary: New inmate, Chloe, joins a prison gang, the Bellas, for protection while serving her sentence. After befriending the most feared inmate, Beca, Chloe's life begins to change.

Chapter 3

…

It was about an hour later when Chloe was brought back to the cell.

"Welcome back," Stacie greeted, sitting up on her bed. Aubrey just turned to face the redhead as Beca jumped off her bunk.

"You took the blame for me," Beca said quietly, but sternly. "Why?"

"You saved me," Chloe answered. "I'm Chloe."

"Beca," the shorter brunette introduced with a smile.

"It's nice to finally meet you," the redhead said, looking straight into the other girl's eyes. "I've heard quite a bit about you."

"All good things I hope."

Chloe smiled at her and Beca could not tear herself away from the redhead's memorizing blue eyes.

"Okay," Aubrey interrupted. "Put the toners away."

"Oh, Aubrey," Stacie laughed, smacking the girl lightly on the arm. "Let them be. It's cute."

"Anyway," Beca deflected, "Chloe, what are you in for?"

"It's kind of a long story," the redhead explained.

"We all have long stories," Stacie added. "We'll share ours if you share yours."

Chloe sighed and sat on her bed. Beca quickly sat next to her, while Aubrey and Stacie sat on Stacie's bed across from them. "My life was going good for a while," Chloe started. "I was in medical school studying to be a doctor; a pediatrician. Then last year, my parents and my brother were driving to come visit me and they were killed in a car accident." The redhead began to cry and Beca grabbed her hand. Aubrey and Stacie got up and sat on the floor closest to the bunk to show their support. Chloe took a moment to compose herself before she continued. "My grandparents tried to help support me, but I still had to play for everything that the life insurance didn't cover. My debts piled up quickly between funeral costs and student loans. I took a job as a pharmacy tech, while still in school to try to get some money. One day, this guy came in. He didn't have a prescription, but he offered me a couple thousand dollars in cash for some pills. I was desperate, so I gave it to him. I thought maybe it would be a one-time thing, but it wasn't. He kept coming back and eventually we both got caught."

"I'm sorry," Stacie said, talking her hand in support. "Do you want to hear my story?" The redhead nodded, wanting to get the pressure off of her. "My dad wasn't a great guy. He ran several prostitution rings throughout the state. My dad was tough on me. He never hit me or touched me or any shit like that, but there was a lot of mental abuse. He told me not to be like the sluts he dealt with every day. While I was in high school, he was grooming me to take over the family business. After I graduated, he made me run some of the rings. He said it was in exchange for him paying for college. And I ran the rings for four years. Mary Elise, Cori, and Barb were actually some of my prostitutes. Barb clearly never liked me though, because she thought that I had more of choice to be in that world than she did. But, she was wrong. Right after I graduated college, all of our rings were exposed. My dad screwed up and we all were in trouble. That's why I'm here."

Aubrey took Stacie's hand and kissed it. "My husband was abusive. He was absolutely charming while we were dating, but when we got married he changed. He hit me. A lot. Finally, after a year I couldn't take it anymore. One night, he came home really angry. Started pushing me around, yelling things like 'Where's my dinner, bitch,' and 'You better get me my food, you whore.' I put a sedative in his dinner that night. And when he passed out I slit his throat. I was convicted of murder one because my crime were pre-mediated. I'm here for life because I picked the wrong guy."

Stacie quickly embraced the blonde, and gently kissed her cheek. "You don't have to worry about him anymore." Aubrey smiled at the taller brunette and held on to her tightly.

"I was in a bad way after my mom died." Beca said, breaking up the moment. All eyes immediately turned to the short brunette, as she rarely spoke about her crimes or her past. "I started hanging out far from home just to get away. I used to go to this community center in the low income neighborhood. That's where I met Jesse. He was my first real boyfriend. My first everything, really. He was a movie buff and lately he watched a lot of crime movies. His family was poor and he wanted to break into people's homes and steal from them. So we did. One day his brother, Bumper, and his brother's best friend, Donald, caught on to what we were doing. They threatened me and tried to rape me, so I killed them. The first one, Bumper, was accident. He was on top of me and I was fighting him off and I pushed him and he cracked his head open on the table behind him. When Donald came at me, I hit him in the head with a lamp and then stabbed him with one of the shards. Jesse freaked out when he saw the bodies and I told him what happened. He knew that after that we'd have to run. If the police came, they would see the stuff we stole. So we tried for one last burglary. Except we were caught in this last one. We ran. Jesse had a gun that he stole from his mom's cabinet. The police shot him and killed him. They caught me. I confessed to the burglaries, but I blamed the murders on Jesse. I couldn't go down for that. Not that it really matters anymore."

Chloe embraced the shorter girl, and to both Aubrey's and Stacie's surprise, Beca let her. In fact, the brunette hugged her back. The two girls locked eyes and started to lean in, when the guards came to take them to dinner.

…

At dinner was when everyone saw huge bad the fight had become.

"We lost Kori and Mary Elise," Jessica said. "The Society lost three, including Kimmy Jin."

"Five in total," Aubrey answered. "And Amy, and Cynthia Rose are in the hole. Anyone know if they are being charged?"

"I don't think so," Denise replied. "I think they just got popped for weapons. The hacks don't know who killed whom."

"Great," Stacie sighed. "We're all going to be searched soon then. They always do when they find too many shivs."

"I guess I better hide my explosives," Lily whispered.

Chloe just turned to look at Beca for an explanation.

"Yeah," the brunette answered. "We're all a little fucked up."

…

After the fight, the guards were restricting all movement from the cells. But Shelia was determined to get a moment alone with Beca. She managed to bribe a guard (she gave him head) to look away for a few minutes while in the cafeteria.

Shelia grabbed the shorter girl and pinned her in a corner. Beca curled her hands in fists and prepared to fight.

"If anyone should be angry and defensive, it should be me," Shelia said. "After all you did kill my best fighter."

"I didn't kill anybody," Beca spat.

"Oh please. Like I really believe that the new redhead killed my best fighter in self-defense. That girl's so weak."

"Leave her alone. She's stronger than you think."

"Sure, she is. Does someone have a weak spot for the redhead?"

"She's a Bella. She's family. That's more than I can say about you."

"I get it. You're still angry with me for sleeping with your father."

"No, actually that one was easier to get over. You killing my mother on the other hand, not so much."

"She was in the way."

"He was never going to leave her for you."

"Regardless, this isn't about your mother," Shelia stated. "This is about you killing Kimmy Jin."

"I didn't kill her," Beca denied again. "And even if I did. I could kill a thousand Society members and you and I would never be even." With that, the short girl turned and left.

"This isn't over, Beca" the Society member called.

"It never will be," the Bella answered.