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Chapter Four
Mikey shakes his head with a glare. ”Christopher’s a piece of shit. I could definitely see him doing some fucked up thing like this – he’ll do anything to see Lorna unhappy! He’s the one who should be in here rotting, not her,” he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He will never be able to forgive (or forget) that man for what he did to his younger sister.
”Where’s Morello today?” Yoga Jones genuinely asks, a bit surprised not to see the young woman’s presence. ”She wasn’t here at breakfast, either.”
”I’m pretty sure it has something to do with whatever breakdown she had last night. She didn’t even come back to the cube,” Boo states, shrugging her shoulders.
”I heard someone say that she was screaming about not wanting some doctors to unplug her son…I didn’t know she had a son, that’s pretty fucked up. She looks too young to have a kid,” Tricia enters the conversation as she sits down on the other side of Yoga Jones.
Nicky slams her hand angrily onto the table, glaring at the three of them. ”Would you stop fuckin’ making assumptions about what’s going on with Lorna? Is it any of your business – No, so shut the fuck up about it!” She flicks them off before going back to eating her meal.
”Lorna? You call her by her first name now, Nichols?” Boo teasingly retorts, her eyebrows arched.
The redhead rolls her eyes and sticks her middle finger up at her. ”Who gives a fuck what I call her? She and I are friends – and as far as I know friends usually fucking refer to each other by their first names.”
”All right, that’s enough arguing,” Red’s Russian accent calls out as she comes to sit down beside Nicky. She gives a firm stare to both her daughter and Boo. ”I’m sick of the two of you bickering constantly. You need to stop pestering Nicky about Lorna – it’s none of your business, Boo. And Nicky, you need to just keep your mouth shut instead of egging her on.” She groans, shaking her head. ”You guys act like fucking kids sometimes!”
Tricia clears her throat. ”We just wanted to know where Morello is.”
”And you might as well just tell us the truth. Because I’ve heard quite a few stories circulating around about her ’phone-call breakdown’.”


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