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"It still surprises me that you actually have kids. You didn't seem like the mom type." Carol mumbles, still looking down at her magazine with a lollipop in her mouth as Alissa was at the desk trying to write a letter for Alec. "Oh, I'm not the mom type at all. I had no fucking clue what I was doing. Now they both hate me, and here I am doing everything I can to just get them to fucking talk to me." Alissa said, holding a pen between her lips as she thought about what to write to her son.

Carol sucks her teeth, "Mhm, and when you die, they'll gather around to finally appreciate your efforts. Ungrateful little shits."

Alissa chuckles, turning around, she pills the pen from her mouth. "True. But to be fair, I had multiple affairs, was hardly present, and when I was, my time was spent arguing with Jeremiah. Who, by the way, also really hates me. But, still won't get a divorce because his parents think it will ruin his image even further. Despite already having a convicted murderer as his wife. So yeah, I kinda fucked up their lives. I mean, Alec won't even let me see my fucking granddaughter."

"As for Aaliyah, let's see, she's a former junkie, she's fucking pyscho, and she gets that from me, obviously. Oh yeah, and she's in prison with her mother. It's my fault my kid is so fucked up, I ruined her life." Alissa finished her rant, turning back to look at the letter that had two words so far. Carol chuckles, at least Alissa was self aware. Though she didn't expect for Alissa to be that bad of a parent. Carol shuts her magazine, sitting up, "You never said what Aaliyah did to get in here?"

"I haven't? I thought I did." Alissa turned around to face the woman who shook her head with pursed lips. "Well, as I said, Jeremiah I had cancer, so he had a ton of medication. Aaliyah's junkie girlfriend stole from him, this pissed her off even more, mind you she had found out she cheated on her prior. So, she bit the chick's finger off, stabbed her and lit the apartment on fire. She got convicted for attempted murder and arson. That's what I mean when I say she's a bit of a pyscho."

Carol chuckles, pulling the lollipop from her mouth. "Guess she takes after her mommy." She teased, Alissa rolling her eyes and sighing. "Yeah, and now she's not speaking with me. It's fucking killing me cause I love that girl with my life. I fucking killed for her." Alissa huffed, standing up and grabbing her stuff for a shower. "Anyways. I'm gonna go shower. I'll see you later." Carol watched as she walked out, hating that this situation was making Alissa upset.

Aaliyah tossed and turned, holding herself as she cried in pain. The CO's wouldn't bring her to medical and she was so close to just buying drugs to numb the pain. "Get lost." Aaliyah raised her brow at the new voice in the cell, hearing her roomie leave the cell abruptly. Aaliyah sighed, turning around, sweating dripping from her face as she sat up. She knew it was Carol as her roommate wasn't so easily scared. "Look, if you're here to torture me just to get back at my mum for leaving you, then leave me the fuck out of it. I'm not in the mood to fight, but don't think that I won't."

Carol raised a brow, sitting on the stool in the corner and crossing her legs. "I can see that. But, no, I'm not here to torture you." Aaliyah looked up, shrugging, "Well, if you're not. I hear you sell something I need." Carol raised her brows, scoffing, "Please. Liss would kill me if I sold to you." Aaliyah rolled her eyes, "and why the fuck do you care what my mum says?" Carol shot her a look, telling Aaliyah everything she needed to know.

Aaliyah groaned, running a hand down her face. "Bloody hell. The one time I need something, the fuckin' bitch has to ruin it again." Carol shot her look, not liking her attitude. "Watch your mouth. You shouldn't be calling your mother a bitch. You should be grateful." Aaliyah's eyes widened, looking appalled at her words. "Oh, I should be grateful? What the fuck should I be grateful for? You don't shit about me!"

"I know she sacrificed her fucking freedom, you little shit. Instead of blaming every single inconvenience on her, you should be thanking her. Yeah, she made mistakes, she wasn't there for you, but give her a break. She didn't exactly have the best examples as parents. At least you have a mother who loves you, cause I sure as hell can't say the same. Stop being a pussy and apologize to your fucking mom. I don't like when she's upset." Carol stood up, setting a bottle of pain meds on the desk before walking out, leaving Aaliyah to her thoughts.

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It was lunch time when Aaliyah woke up from her nap, still in a ton of pain. She stood up, re-tying her hair before walking out. She spotted Carol's table, the woman playing bridge with Alissa and two others as Badison was telling them some joke. "His dick was huge. I said, "Hey, I wanted to fuck a pipe like that, I would've gone over to my step-dad's." Badison chuckles at her own joke. Carol grimaced, "Ugh. That's gross." Alissa internally agreed, incest was absolutely disgusting.

Badison stutters, trying to explain the joke, "My step-dad's a plumber. Get it?"

"Second you made us think of incest, your funny was dead." Carol said, putting her thumb down. Aaliyah chuckles to herself, deciding to make her way over as the three inmates left, giving Badison and Carol room to discuss. "I said step-dad," Badison mumbles. "It's a fail. Let it go." Carol replied, fixing up her cards.

Aaliyah wrapped her arms around Alissa from behind, pressing a kiss to her mother's cheek. "Sorry I was being a brat mum." Alissa was certainly surprised but smiled despite, patting Aaliyah's cheek, "it's okay cupcake. Sit down." Carol smiled to herself, finding the nickname very familiar.

Aaliyah took a seat on Carol's left, across Alissa, Badison looking at her with a raised brow. "Whoa there cookie, you can't just sit down wherever you please. Carol, you believe this?" Badison stumbles over her words in shock, Aaliyah shooting her an annoyed look. "I can sit wherever the hell I please. You got a problem with that, cookie?" Aaliyah spoke, a glare directed at the shorter girl.

"You kiddin' me? You wanna go, Wednesday?" Badison challenged. Alissa glanced up, seeing Aaliyah's fist clench, she knew Liyah didn't have the best control over her anger and the last thing she needed was Liyah getting extra time. So she was quick to break this up. "Enough. Stop being a child." Badison looks at Carol in shock. "Carol, you gonna let her talk to me like that?" Carol squints at her, "What am I? Your mommy now?"

Badison huffs, diverting her eyes back to the table. Aaliyah smiles to herself as Carol spoke again, "she can sit wherever she wants." Badison huffed, already starting to dislike the mother and daughter. First, they threaten her, and now they were trying to take her place? No way. "Now, what do you got for me?" Aaliyah leaned forward, growing more interested as Alissa was busy painting her nails. Badison sighs, leaning forward, "I found Frieda. She just got out of Ad Seg. Not sure where she got assigned yet."

Aaliyah raised a brow at the mention of her mother's old enemy. "Bitch skated into Florida. Got any info I don't already know?" Carol questioned, Badison having a look where clearly she didn't. "Then you still got jack shit. Guess you broke that arm for nothing, huh? Now, that's funny." Aaliyah let out a small giggle at Carol's remark, Badison shooting her a glare.

Alissa cleared her throat, turning to Carol, "I almost forgot to tell you, but when I was in Ad Seg, little miss Frieda tried to kill herself." Aaliyah hummed, adding, "and that bitch also ratted out my friend for a murder she didn't commit just to get put in Florida." Carol raised a brow, having no clue about that. She turns to Badison, "See? Channing's here gave me more information than you and they've been here for no more than a day. Take some notes."

Carol turns back to Alissa, ignoring the salty expression of Badison. "I see she's still a snake." Alissa nodded in agreement, not surprised. "Mhm. If I didn't have to make a truce for the sake of my kid and my insanity, I would've killed her a long time ago." Carol smirks at that, patting Alissa's hand, Liyah smiles softly at that. "Ladies," Carol called the group of ladies back over. "That's it?" Badison asked, still a little baffled by Carol's sudden relationship with the mother and daughter.

"Unless you magically learned how to play bridge well, then yeah, that's it." Aaliyah waved her fingers at the fake blonde, Badison sighed, getting up from the table as one other lady sat down. The other one a bit surprised Aaliyah took her seat. "What are you standing there for? Go get her something to eat, she's starving." Carol ordered. Aaliyah holding her head up with her hands as the woman took off to grab Aaliyah a tray.

"You know how to play?" Carol questioned, placing cards in front of Aaliyah.

"Yup. One good trait from mother dearest herself," Aaliyah grins. Carol chuckling at her statement. "Mhm. Your mother used to be pretty damn good at it. Beat me every damn time." Alissa smirked, looking up, "I still can."

Aaliyah chuckles, wishing she could've seen that. "Let's see if I take after her then, shall we?"

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a/n: loving their whole family dynamic 🤭 it's giving two gays with their very much also gay daughter 💃

carol already defending alissa like old times ☺️

alissa calling aaliyah cupcake bc it was the nickname carol gave her has my whole heart 🥲

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