and swung around to head back to the target vehicle. What she saw stunned her and Tarra both. In a pair of khakis and a blue Wal-Mart worker’s vest, she saw the man that tried to rape her in the park loading items into the back of the white lady’s car. The man unloaded the items out of the cart, then leaned in and gave the mysterious female a passionate French kiss. “ Tarra … that’s your Dad!”
But she was talking to herself. Lena hadn’t even heard the passenger side car door open. She looked over and saw the door wide open, allowing the coolest breeze possible to pay her driving space a visit. She saw Tarra as she ran up to both of them with her gun drawn. She wanted to drive closer, but she didn’t know what the hell was going on. Normally, she wouldn’t have been nervous, but Tarra was scaring the living daylights out of her.
She watched as Tarra ran up on her Dad and the lady with her pistol drawn and with rage plastered across her face. Lena sat in place, stunned. She was unable to move; paralyzed by a plethora of emotions. She wanted to get out and help her friend, but she didn’t know what her friend needed help doing. She wanted to run over and kill her Dad for trying to rape her, but didn’t know if that was what Tarra was already about to do or not.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath while she waited for the festivities to begin.
Milan
Vicky listened as Milan told her all about the plea deal that had been offered to her. She lay there in the prison cell and listened as Milan cried about how much time she was being forced to do in prison. She didn’t judge her; she only listened. She knew that what Milan really needed in her horrid predicament was to be heard. Vicky lay there and listened to Milan get it all off of her chest.
She spoke for two and a half hours straight about every single thing that had been bothering her. She spoke about some of the escapades that they’d endured on the streets, and listened to her as she kept voicing her concern about not hearing from her sister over the past six months. As Vicky listened, she wanted to help her, but she knew that there would only be one way to help her, and it would require her to hurt her in order for her to break her stubborn mindset. Vicky set it in her mind that she was going to put her plan into action the following day.
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The next evening, Vicky and Milan were sitting in their prison cell at the small reading desk about to play two hand spades. Vicky had been shuffling the cards when the noise seared through the intercom again. “ Drimp , attorney visit! Milan Drimp , you have an attorney visit.”
Milan frowned and walked to the voice output. She cuffed her lips and bent down so that they could hear her. “Tell them to fuck off!” She said with amusement. Then she walked away and went back to the table to sit down and finish her game of Spades. But Vicky wasn’t having it; she hurriedly dashed to the intercom and pressed the button again.
“Here she comes you guys.” Vicky spoke as she crouched down so that her voice could be heard. She had put in entirely too much work for Milan to just completely ignore the situation that she’d used her resources to set up.
Milan scowled at Vicky. Then she spoke with venomous acid. “Bitch, you don’t tell me what the fuck to do! I do as I please bitch. I didn’t work for the Department of Motor Vehicles, so I’m sure that you don’t quite know how this shit feels to be facing this much time. That’s why you keep taking it lightly.”
Vicky was hurt, but she would accept it. She only wanted Milan to be successful at whatever it was that she did. She was a rare breed, one who was more loyal than the most loyal of men. She felt that she was in a predicament that she didn’t belong in. In order to help her cellmate, she had pulled every string in her repertoire, and she just prayed that everything went
But she was talking to herself. Lena hadn’t even heard the passenger side car door open. She looked over and saw the door wide open, allowing the coolest breeze possible to pay her driving space a visit. She saw Tarra as she ran up to both of them with her gun drawn. She wanted to drive closer, but she didn’t know what the hell was going on. Normally, she wouldn’t have been nervous, but Tarra was scaring the living daylights out of her.
She watched as Tarra ran up on her Dad and the lady with her pistol drawn and with rage plastered across her face. Lena sat in place, stunned. She was unable to move; paralyzed by a plethora of emotions. She wanted to get out and help her friend, but she didn’t know what her friend needed help doing. She wanted to run over and kill her Dad for trying to rape her, but didn’t know if that was what Tarra was already about to do or not.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath while she waited for the festivities to begin.
Milan
Vicky listened as Milan told her all about the plea deal that had been offered to her. She lay there in the prison cell and listened as Milan cried about how much time she was being forced to do in prison. She didn’t judge her; she only listened. She knew that what Milan really needed in her horrid predicament was to be heard. Vicky lay there and listened to Milan get it all off of her chest.
She spoke for two and a half hours straight about every single thing that had been bothering her. She spoke about some of the escapades that they’d endured on the streets, and listened to her as she kept voicing her concern about not hearing from her sister over the past six months. As Vicky listened, she wanted to help her, but she knew that there would only be one way to help her, and it would require her to hurt her in order for her to break her stubborn mindset. Vicky set it in her mind that she was going to put her plan into action the following day.
__________
The next evening, Vicky and Milan were sitting in their prison cell at the small reading desk about to play two hand spades. Vicky had been shuffling the cards when the noise seared through the intercom again. “ Drimp , attorney visit! Milan Drimp , you have an attorney visit.”
Milan frowned and walked to the voice output. She cuffed her lips and bent down so that they could hear her. “Tell them to fuck off!” She said with amusement. Then she walked away and went back to the table to sit down and finish her game of Spades. But Vicky wasn’t having it; she hurriedly dashed to the intercom and pressed the button again.
“Here she comes you guys.” Vicky spoke as she crouched down so that her voice could be heard. She had put in entirely too much work for Milan to just completely ignore the situation that she’d used her resources to set up.
Milan scowled at Vicky. Then she spoke with venomous acid. “Bitch, you don’t tell me what the fuck to do! I do as I please bitch. I didn’t work for the Department of Motor Vehicles, so I’m sure that you don’t quite know how this shit feels to be facing this much time. That’s why you keep taking it lightly.”
Vicky was hurt, but she would accept it. She only wanted Milan to be successful at whatever it was that she did. She was a rare breed, one who was more loyal than the most loyal of men. She felt that she was in a predicament that she didn’t belong in. In order to help her cellmate, she had pulled every string in her repertoire, and she just prayed that everything went
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