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    Prison Lovers

    The blonde’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded and sat up. “I-I have to go,” she said as she fixed her jeans.

    “W-wait,” Bette said too tired to move but longing to feel her white skin again, “at least t-tell me your name.”

    The blonde turned to her, tears streaming down her face, “it’s better if you don’t know.” Bette cocked her head to the side in confusion, but the blonde woman didn’t elaborate. She just stood up and headed towards the door of the room.

    Bette was on the verge of tears, her mind racing trying to figure out a way to keep her there, she didn’t want to lose her right when she found her. “G-goodbye,” Bette said longing to hear her voice again at the very least.

    The blonde woman turned at the doorway and said, “goodbye, Bette. I’m sorry.”

    Bette’s head cocked to the side once more in confusion but the blonde woman simply let out a sob and rushed out of the room. The ran and ran as far from the room as she could, ignoring her throbbing heart that told her to go back and be with her. She wanted nothing more than that, but she had that mission.

    As if on schedule her phone rang and she hesitated, trying to hide the evidence of her crying before answering.

    “Hello?” she said.

    “Tina!” the familiar angry voice yelled, “what the fuck is taking so long!”

    “S-sorry, mother,” Tina said dropping her head. She hated calling that wretched woman her mother even though she was not, but she didn’t have a choice.

    “What is it?” her angry voice shouted making Tina cringe.

    Tina hesitated. She looked back towards the room where she came from and tears spilled out of her eyes as she mouthed out, “sorry.”

    “What?” the voice said again.

    “178 Carlton Shore,” Tina said in defeat, her heart sinking and her tears exploding.

    “That’s what I thought,” she said. Tina could hear the evil grin on her face, then before she could do anything else screaming was heard.

    Tina hung up the phone and rushed to the window. Her mother’s men were already there with their guns crashing the party. It was a full blown chaos downstairs and she saw people getting shot and tied up into groups like cattle. It was her fault. She should have lied. She should have never come here.

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