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Aaliyah was being sent back to Litchfield. When she got in, the tension in the block was very unpleasant. Girls were sweating, iching, looking like their lives have been sucked dry. She raised a brow, heading to her mum's cell, she spotted Carol and Alissa laying down together, reading a magazine. Alissa looked up at Aaliyah's presence. "So? What happened? You guilty?"

Aaliyah grinned, "Innocent on all accounts!" Carol shared a similar grin, high fiving the younger girl who sat down. Alissa pressed a kiss to Liyah's  cheek with a proud smile. "Though I did get one extra year for the riot. When I'm on camera burning a bunch of chips and tampons, it doesn't tend to go so well." Carol chuckles, remembering when she seen that on the news. Alissa pats Aaliyah's knee. "One year is better than twenty, and hey, this means you can finally go back to your girlfriend soon."

"You tryna get rid of me already?" Aaliyah jokes playfully, nudging the two.

Alissa shrugs, "Things are getting tense around here. I don't want you around when shit blows up." Aaliyah smiles, leaning up against the bedframe with her knees pulled to her chest. "Yeah, I noticed that. The junkies look like they've been dried out. What's goin' on?" Aaliyah turned her head to look at Carol, rather than looking at Alissa who would've sugarcoat it. "Barbara and her dyke squad tanked our entire business."

Aaliyah raised a brow, "and Murphy's not takin' care of it?" Alissa raised a brow, "Is that a serious question?"

Carol glances up from her magazine. "Please, all she did was some petty shit in response. And fucking Hellman lost his dealer, so now we're all screwed." Aaliyah hums, looking down in thought, Carol looked at her with slight suspicion. Liyah sat up, Carol and Alissa still eyeing her. "You need a new dealer, I'll take care of it. As far as getting it in goes, that's somethin' he's gotta take care of it." Aaliyah stated, confusing the two women.

"What do you mean by "new dealer"? You got someone?" Carol questions.

"I got a few someone's. Former junkie here," Aaliyah shrugs, pointing at herself.

Carol smirks, shutting her magazine. "I might as well make you top dog instead." Aaliyah chuckles, shaking her head, "Nah, I'm kinda done with the whole leader role. And it's the least I could do. You've been so good to me here." Carol smiles, patting Aaliyah's knee, "Then, let's get to it then, shall we?"

"We shall," Aaliyah giggles. Alissa tilt her head cautiously, "Are you sure about this?" Aaliyah nodded surely, "Yes, mum. I want to help as much as I can before I leave." Alissa sighed, Carol rubbing her thigh, aware she was internally freaking out about Aaliyah getting involved. But at the end of the day, it was Aaliyah's choice.

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Aaliyah walked over to Carol's and Alissa's table, and without her even saying anything, the girl next to Carol gave up her seat immediately. Aaliyah pressed a kiss to Alissa's cheek before sitting down. "Interesting." She mumbled before sitting down. Carol passed Aaliyah some cards, "You in?" Liyah shrugs, "eh, why not? It'll pass the time." A few seconds later, Badison made her way over, Teng stopping her from going any further. "Step off. This is a closed game."

Badison chuckles, seemingly amused. "Carol, tell your goon that we need to speak in private." Carol ignores her, calling in the girl. "Teng, sit. Your turn to switch in." Teng switched in with another girl, Badison a little baffled as Aaliyah simply smirks, Badison taking notice of Aaliyah's amusement, she scoffs. "Oh, I see how it is. I'm the fall girl, but I didn't do nothin-"

Carol was quick to interrupt Badison. "Exactly. You did nothin' to keep those D-Block half-wits from sabotaging our jobs. You've done nothing since. We should all be ass-deep in commissary candy, not penny-pinching for deodorant." Alissa hums in agreement, though she didn't have the jobs, she hated seeing C-block so crowded because of them. And Aaliyah also couldn't help but hate how crowded it got.

"Listen, I got big ideas to make Douche-Block pay, like you said. Mad plots. But I'm being strategical-" Carol looks up quickly, cutting her off, "Shut it. No matter what you do, you're a joke to Barb and her dipshits now. A bad joke." Aaliyah glanced up from her cards, seeing Badison still standing there, seemingly hurt. "What are you waitin' for? Go on. You're not needed anymore." Aaliyah stated, shooing her on.

Badison scoffs, "So, what? British barbie here is taking my place?"

Aaliyah rolls her eyes at the unoriginal insult. Liyah stood up, "Get the fuck on. Before I make you." Badison shook her head with a scoff of pure disbelief, walking away from the table. Carol patted Liyah's hand, signaling her to calm down and sit back down. "Sorry, bad temper." She mumbles apologetically.

Alissa chuckles in amusement, tossing Aaliyah a bag of her favorite chips. "Eat something cupcake. You look skinnier than usual." Aaliyah takes them gratefully, forgetting to eat lately because she was so stressed out about Janae.

Carol glances at Alissa, an old memory coming to thought.

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Carol walked down the halls, heading towards the library where Alissa usually resided. She didn't like the library spot anymore because it reminded her too much of Frieda and her betrayal but Alissa liked it because of the privacy so she dealt with it for the girl's sake. She dealt with a lot of stuff for that girl's sake, including her weird love for classical music. Carol could heard the small noise of music playing from a stereo.

She smiled softly, turning the corner, she noticed Alissa tapping her foot to the music, reading a Stephen King book. Carol had been the one to gift it to her, she just knew it was about a creepy killer clown. Alissa's love for horror stories was one of her favorite traits about the girl. If you didn't count Alissa's psychotic tendencies, for example, when she would describe murder scenes in a book with a little too much detail and that creepy but cute look in her eyes when she spoke of such topics.

Though as she looked down at the girl who didn't notice her presence yet, she could see how pale and sick Alissa appeared. She had noticed this over the days but didn't address it, figuring Alissa had just been going through one of her fazes. This one being staying up all day and night reading books. Her first though was food. Now that she thought about it, Alissa hadn't touched any food for at least a week. She barely drunk water either. It was getting very concerning.

"Carol? Hello? Carol?" Alissa called, snapping her fingers to get the slightly younger girl's attention.

"Have you eaten?" Carol questioned when pulled from her continuous thoughts. Alissa went quiet, looking back down at her book, hoping Carol would drop it. Though the universe clearly wasn't on her side today. Carol kneeled down in front of her, snatching the book from Alissa's hand and shutting it, of course making sure the page was saved or Alissa would've had her throat for that. "I'm not dropping this. Answer me. Have you eaten anything today?"

Alissa huffed, shaking her head, "No. Can I have my book back now?"

Carol scoffed. "Absolutely not. When you eat, then and only then, will I consider giving it back. You're going to eat something or so help me, I will make you." Alissa rolled her eyes, "You're not my mom. I don't have to listen to you. They never forced me." Carol raised her brows at Alissa's argument. "Maybe cause they were too busy torturing people to give a shit," she shot back. Alissa scowled, pushing Carol's hand away from her shoulder, "Doesn't matter. I'm not eating just because you want me to!"

"Fine. I didn't wanna have to do this, babe." Carol stormed off, leaving Alissa to believe she won the fight. Though she was far from that. Alissa rested her eyes, hoping Carol would return to her book, seeing as she took it very rudely. She smiled when she heard Carol's presence,  "I expect a full apology with my book back and some kisses-" Alissa's eyes widened when Carol turned the corner, holding a bag of chips, a water, and a chocolate muffin.

"No! No, Carol-" Alissa's voice was cut off abruptly when Carol kneeled down, grabbing the weaker girl. "Carol, no! You can't make me-" Carol poured water into Alissa's open mouth, causing her to spit it out with a shocked expression. "Oh yeah? Watch me." Alissa tried to fight as Carol force fed her, neither of them enjoying this but Carol needed her to eat something. She couldn't stand seeing her girlfriend appear so sick and weak. It broke her heart to see Alissa suffering with that.

About an hour later, the two sat in silence, Alissa reading her book whilst wrapped in Carol's arms both of them munching on the chips. Carol had found out Alissa's reasoning for starving herself. One of the girl's in D-block made a comment about her putting on some weight and it got to Alissa. So about fifteen minutes of force feeding and shed tears, Carol spent about forty five minutes worshipping every inch of Alissa's body, making her feel much better about herself.

"So this clown dude, eats kids to stay alive? That's pretty cool." Carol mumbles, her eyes flickering to the words as she read, hovering over Alissa's shoulder.

"Why am I not surprised that you find that cool?" Alissa mused, glancing up at Carol who smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Oh don't lie to yourself, it's kinda cool."

"Okay, maybe..it's a little cool."

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a/n: they're cute your honor 🥲

carol being able to calm down aaliyah who's known for her anger issues 🤭 im gonna cry she's so sweet

alissa's love for horror stories >>
ik she would eat up the conjuring

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