Rebecca's P.O.V

I saunter down the hall with the basket full of laundry as I walk into the laundry once again. This entire day has been boring as the rest of them. Putting the basket down on top of the dryer which is turned off I sigh heavily and pick up a pair of pants holding them out in front of me ready fold until my eyes go to the entrance of the door. I watch as Snooki and Stephanie walk in with their baskets.

I turn around resuming to fold my set of clothes as I hum a soft tune.

"Hey you!" I hear someone shout.

Turning my head it's Stephanie of course with her hands on her hips, God kill me.

"Yeah," I answer turning my attention back to the pile of clean clothes.

"Why don't you come here and do Snooki's laundry. She doesn't know how to fold okay," Stephanie orders.

I chuckle, I mean real chuckle. Chuckling at the idiotic request of work that I should do. Tilting my head back I regain myself looking at the two. Their face blank looking at me as if I am crazy.

"I'm not doing anyone's chore except mine okay?" I question her back.

Turning around in the corner of my eye I see both girls coming towards me. Oh shit.

"I don't think you heard me correctly," Stephanie clarifies.

"Yeah she said do my laundry bitch!" Snooki adds backing her friend up.

"I don't think you heard me , I said I am not a slave to anyone. Meaning you or you," I say my voice rising as I point to the two sluts in front of me, "so bitch off." I finish.

I feel pretty proud of myself as I resume folding. Stephanie walks back to the entrance and looks both ways in the hall. My eyes goes to Snooki who's breathing is uneven with anger.

"Why don't you try to learn how to fold Nicole." I spat as I roll my eyes.

Hearing a door close my eyes go up seeing Stephanie walk back towards me with the door closed. Fuck.

"I'll give you five seconds until you get your scrawny ass to folding em' clothes," Stephanie threatens.

"Or what," I spat as I walk towards her.

"You gonna pop off? Huh, you gonna pop off? Pop off, come on bitch pop on honey, pop off," I whisper teasing her. I'm so close to her face that I can see the detail in her blue eyes.

She stands still before crossing her arms. Thought so, I regain myself from wanting to start a fight which I would have won anyways. As I begin to walk back I feel a hand grab hold of my hair pulling my entire body back with force. Fuck!

"You bitch!" is all I saw before being struck on the ground.

My arms fling up defending myself as I punch the bitch rapidly. Stephanie is holding my down as she is on top of me. Her hands not only pulling my hair but punching me in the face repeatedly. I close my eyes turning in every way trying to resist the painful punches I am receiving. I grab her hair pulling her head down and get my other hand to punch the side of her face.

All of a sudden I feel small kicks that are painful on my side. Must be fucking Snooki the one who doesn't know how to do shit.

"Let go!" I yell as I punch her harder.

Suddenly I feel a horrible painful movement on my forehead to my cheek before having the weight of Stephanie off of me. I lay on the floor with tears threatening to spill any second. I get up with my hair a knotted mess looking at the two who are folding like nothing has happened.

Stephanie fixes her hair my combing it about twice with her fingers not dare to look at me. But of course Snooki is standing beside her smirking at me.

I feel a lump in my throat as I pant loudly, exhausted from the attack. Looking down at my feet I see cherry colored blood dripping on my white shoes. A burn starting to form, my entire right side of my face is burning for some odd reason. With a shaky hand I bring my hand up standing in place to my face feeling my skin torn making the spot sting even more. Ow! Fuck!


Looking at the two girls I hold in my tears before running towards the door opening the handle and running down the hallway which is empty except for a group of girls who are chatting, leaning against the wall and sitting on the floor. I run past them careful not to step on any of em' before reaching my dorm and closing the door shut with a bang. Quickly rushing towards the mirror I see that my face has three large scrapes on my right side that start on the corner on my eye and down my cheek.

Fucking great.

I turn on the faucet on cold before putting my hand under to collect the water and splash it on my face. Hell! It burns!

Hesitating I repeat the action persistent to stop the blood which spots the white sink.




One Hour Later


Rebecca's P.O.V

"Rebecca Leenae' if I call you one more time!" I hear someone shout.

My eyes open slowly as I am totally exhausted. I get up from my bed opening the door to see no one standing out here so I look down the hall to see Holly the head chief of activities and such knocking on other dorms.

Her eyes look on her list before skipping a door and going down to the last one. I go back in my dorm looking in the mirror. The scratches are becoming scars now ,but they still sting. I sigh heading back out in the hall seeing Holly walk towards the double doors that lead to the meeting area where prisoners see their loved ones.

Shit, does someone want to see me?

"Wait! Ms. Holly!" I yell as I run down towards her closing my door behind me.

She stops and looks at me waiting for me to come closer. I slow down as I face her.

"Do I have a visitor?" I ask out of breath.

"Yes, now come along." She says sliding her card in and opening the door holding it open for me.

"Thank you." I smile walking in the meeting room.

I look around for a familiar face until I see a familiar curly hair full of purple dye.Evan. Oh I've missed him so much that it hurts.

"Baby!" I exclaim as I rush towards him.

My boyfriend turns around caught off guard ,but his features change into a smile as he open his arms to hug me tight.

I close my eyes inhaling his cologne and warmth as my arms wrap around him.

"I've missed you boo," He says into my hair.

"I've miss you more," I say honestly.

We let go and sit on a blue comfortable sofa in the lounge facing each other.

"What happened to your face?" He asks concerned.

"Oh my God babe. These two girls just absolutely hate me and to add on I share a room with one of them. Anyways today they ordered me to fold their clothes and I refused and well...this is what I get." I say pointing to my right cheek.

His face looks sadden by my story, "Oh boo I'm so sorry," He coos bringing his hand up to caress my unwound-ed cheek.

"It's fine really, so how's everything?" I ask.

My eyes study his face. Evan's eyes are bloodshot like they've always been this past month. His face has no color and is just pale, he looks worn out and tired as well as his hair a mess being a mop of curls.

"Fine so far. I'm happy that you'll be coming home soon," He says giving me a sweet smile.

I wonder why he's been this way, I've always wanted to ask ,but never had the chance. Might as well ask now.

"Baby," I say

"Hmm?" He says turning his attention from the window which faces the road to me.

"What's happened to you. You're eyes are bloodshot and it looks like you've been crying," I say putting my hand over his.

"What do you mean," Evan lies.

"I mean I remember you staying up all night watching old movies, drinking heavily, bloodshot eyes, you don't even eat anymore do you," I inform him.

"I-I don't know if I should tell you ,because you might take it the wrong way," He says so quite that it sounds like a whisper.

"Evan, you can trust me I am your girlfriend meaning I am here for you. Plus I'll understand hopefully. Trust me, " I say hoping he'd tell me.

We've been through so much in the past couple months we'd been together. From cheating to telling lies, from telling lies to being drug dealers and much more. But we're better now. I don't think we can keep anymore secrets anyways.

Evan sighs, "Since Eleanor's been dead it feels so weird without her. I mean I'm no longer in love with her ,but I still love her. I feel like it is my fault somehow that she went to New York. Maybe I scared her off to the point that she got in the wrong hands, "He says letting a tear fall.

I inhale sharply, for some odd reason I knew it'd be about Eleanor. She's caused so much after this whole murder thing. Why couldn't she just stay in California where we all were happy.

"Oh Evan, I know what you mean. Eleanor went to New York for fun it is not your fault. Let her go Evan...for your sake and mine. Mainly for your's ,because I don't want you walking around with a weight on your shoulders. I love you," I say pulling him in for a hug.

I close my eye sand sigh heavily as I feel his cold tears fall on my chest. If I could go back, maybe I would have given Eleanor a chance.

Even though Eleanor Calder is gone. Her death has effected many of us who are still living. Today.

Notes

Dedicated to one of my favorite Little Red Coat MadisonStyles4ever.You're awesome and thank you for the compliment I really appreciate it! I love you too!

Just to clearify that the type of category in Prison Becka is in is like a boarding school. Different uniform, different rules, not really a school ,but you pretty much are in a dorm with another person serving your time for the violation you did by working for the community. The limit of months is 2-9 months in prison just for violent prisoners who are to spend 1- months in prison.
Rebecca is serving 1 month in prison as well.

Much love to all you Little Red Coats out there! I love you all. Updating again right now.