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"Who's the cookies? You know them?" Red looked up from her book, glancing at Badison who was reffering to Alissa and Aaliyah, across the cell of theirs. "They're two women you don't wanna fuck with," said Red, this being the only thing she had to say. Badison didn't seem to care much, wanting to know what was up with the mother and daughter. "See, now that just makes me even more interested. What's their names? What'd they do?" Badison questioned, her eyes still on the brunette who had her eyes closed, humming a tune, most likely a Beyoncé song as Alissa sat on the floor reading a book.

Red signs, might as well answer since she clearly wasn't gonna drop the topic. "Alissa Channing. Murder of the 1st degree. Aaliyah Channing. Arson, attempted murder, possible future charges for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. Is that all, or do you want me to write you an essay?" Badison ignored her side comment at the end, squinting at Alissa, she looked and sounded so familiar. She just couldn't put her finger on it. But hey, she could be a good addition to the team. Maybe then, she could get on Carol's good side again.

Aaliyah could feel eyes on her, slowly she did open her eyes, she didn't even have to turn her head before flipping the middle finger. Aaliyah looked to her mother, still mad at her but she thought she should know they were being watched. "Mum. Fake blonde across us is stalking," Liyah mumbled. Alissa glanced up quickly, seeing the fake blonde staring at her. She raised a brow before lifting her middle finger and returning to her book.

Badison looking appalled but quickly formed a smirk. "Oh yeah, Carol's gonna be begging to get on my good side." She mumbled to herself.

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It was the next day, Aaliyah didn't get much sleep, tossing and turning all night. It didn't help that it hurt to breath. Damaged ribs were probably the worst injury she could get. It hurt to breath all the time. It was the fucking worst. Alissa couldn't get any sleep either, hearing the constant tossing and turning of her daughter. They pulled a few of girls out, plans of moving them to their respective blocks. The mother and daughter were called out, following them, subconsciously standing next to Badison, behind Chapman and Ruiz who were talking.

Badison tapped Liyah on the shoulder, Aaliyah internally rolled her eyes. "Touch me again and I'll break your other hand." She stated calmly, Badison raising a brow at her. "Yikes. What's got you in such a bad mood?" Badison mocks. Aaliyah stares ahead, trying to slow her breathing so it didn't hurt as much. "Look, you, whatever the fuck your name is, need to leave me the fuck alone. I am in pain, and I have bad fucking temper, so watch it." Aaliyah spat, this time looking the shorter girl straight in the eyes when she spoke.

"Damn, relax cookie. Just trying to make some new friends." Badison scoffs. "Well I don't want any, so back off." Aaliyah was quick to switch places with her mother, not wanting to be near Badison. Alissa sighed as Badison tapped her, attempting to make conversation. "So murder, huh? Who'd ya kill?" Alissa glanced down at the shorter girl with an annoyed look. "Someone who deserved it. And if you keep bothering my daughter, you're going to be next."

"Geez. What's up with you two and the murder threats? Startin' to think you two enjoy it." Alissa rolled her eyes and glanced back down at her cuffed hands, as Badison walked up front toward Chapman, making a small comment at Liyah, who simply ignored it, not in the mood to entertain her any further. CO Alvarez gave them a warning before they stopped by D-block, Alissa silently hoping he didn't call her name. If she got put in D-block, she was an automatic target by Barb. But then again, Carol was way worse.

"D-block. Ruiz, Trejas, this is your stop." Alissa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. They continued walking, stopping at C-block, unfortunately. Badison got her cuffs off, walking into the block as three girls approached her. Alissa got her cuffs off last, being passed a bag with clothes and such and walking in after Aaliyah, Piper and Flores. Alissa stood near her daughter, even if they were currently mad at each other, she still got protective of her.

"Hey, you four, meet your new family." Badison turned to look at the four, Aaliyah not bothering to look up, finding her nails more interesting. "These C-block bitches will either save your life, or make you wanna die." Well as long as they didn't push the mother and daughter's buttons, then they wouldn't have to worry too much about the second option. Their choice. Badison gestured to Flores. "Family, this is...proof of evolution."

Badison gestured to Aaliyah next, "This one here, is Channing, like Channing Tatum." They all chuckled, Aaliyah finding them to be childish. Badison pointed to Alissa next, "This one is also Channing, she's the murder mommy of this one." Then she gestured to Piper. "This is Gapman. Smile, Gapman." She taunts, Piper smiling barely with her mouth still closed. "No, no, no, no, no. Show us your gap, Gapman." Badison makes an effort to pull up her lip, Piper backing away, her mouth subconsciously opening.

Eckelcamp laughs loudly, Badison turning to her. "Eckelcamp, what's so funny?" Aaliyah didn't know why a gap was considered funny when the other girl also had one. "Just...you said Gapman, and she has a gap." Alissa and Aaliyah rolls their eyes, "Fuckin' children," they mumbled in unison. Piper internally agreeing with them. Badison fake chuckles, "What you don't know is that her real name is Chapman. So it's super funny, but you didn't know that."

The girl was quick to apologize, mumbling a "sorry" to Badison. "You fuck with my timing when you laugh too early like that." CO Copeland walks in, causing Alissa and Liyah to glance over at the ginger haired woman. Alissa's eyes widened when she heard her cell number being said. Badison's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "Uh-oh, new girl got put with the boss. Let's see how long this one lasts."

Aaliyah glanced up at her mother with worry, both of them knowing exactly who the boss was. CO Copeland added something else, "Hoefler, you're in C210 now." She walked away, Piper and Blanca going off to as Aaliyah walked over to Copeland, asking her what number the bunk was again. She gave her the number reluctantly before Aaliyah returned to her mother's side. Alissa had her back turned, her forehead against the wall as she silently prayed. Meanwhile Aaliyah faced forward, become more and more worried for Alissa.

She glances over at the scene, seeing Badison taunt Hoefler. "Aw. I don't get to be roomies with the baby killer no more? I'm gonna miss you, scary mommy." She imitates a baby voice, one of her little followers trips Hoefler, Liyah rolled her eyes. Another, very familiar voice spoke up, Alissa turning around fast. "Don't do that baby voice. You know I hate it." It was Carol, holding a red lollipop with a sour face. Clearly unamused by Badison antics. Badison gulps, "Sorry, Carol."

Aaliyah nudged her mum, only getting a nod in return, confirming the girl's theory. Alissa observed her, she still had those round glasses, that same haircut, the same fucking lollipop in her mouth. She always did have a sweettooth. Badison clears her throat, "Carol, meet your new roommate. Alissa Channing." Carol's eyes shot up quickly, finding Alissa's eyes. Aaliyah looked between the two nervously and just when she thought her mother couldn't get any dumber, Alissa fucking smirks which only pisses Carol off more.

Alissa walks towards her, wearing that same smirk as everyone watches cautiously. Carol stares into her eyes, holding a visious glare. "Hiya roomie. I'll take the top bunk, save you some energy." Alissa chuckles, walking pass her towards the same cell they shared thirty years ago. Aaliyah cleared her throat, causing Carol to look at her. "I'm just gonna...yeah. Hold up mum!" Aaliyah ran off after her mother, not noticing Carol's eyes widen when she said that.

Then it finally hit Badison, a laugh escaping her mouth. "Oh shit. That's Lissy," she mumbled, going by the name Carol had always used when she described the woman. Carol didn't reply, walking back to her table with a sense of frustration and anger.

Alissa had walked into the bunk, it looked a little different but still had that same familiar comfort to it. Aaliyah suddenly walked in, looking at her mother wide-eyed, "Are you insane? Have you finally lost your mind? Really mother?! You don't just laugh in the face of someone who has a thirty year vendetta against you!" Alissa glanced at her daughter as she set up her bed. "You my daughter, are the last one to talk. And if she sees me afraid, she'll think she has power over me."

Aaliyah scoffed, "She kind of does!"

"True. But she doesn't need to know that. You don't know Carol like I do. She's not gonna kill me." Alissa said. Aaliyah glared at her, shaking her head tiredly. "Fine, then, go on get murdered in your sleep. What do I care? I have a girlfriend to worry about." Aaliyah stormed off, not aware of the pair of eyes set on her. Alissa sighed, climbing on top of the bed and pulling her book out. It was a copy of "Stephen King's The Shining." She read it until it was time for lights out.

She glanced up, watching as Carol walked into the cell, the door shutting closed, the lamp in the corner being the only source of light. Alissa hopped off the bed, grabbing her toothbrush, she brushed her teeth, aware of the woman awaiting behind her. She turned around, immediately was a shiv against her neck. She noticed it to be the same weapon Frieda used to wield. Oh what a nice touch. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now."

She didn't expect Alissa's response to catch her so off guard. "Do it then. I'm not stopping you. Kill me, Carol. I dare you." Alissa raised a brow, practically challenging the woman. "My daughter fuckin' hates me. My son won't even come see me anymore. I'm gonna spend the rest of my fucking life in this hellhole, so it end it. You'd be doing me a fucking favor." Carol had to admit, Alissa's attitude really caught her off guard. She was so used to the shy girl she once knew. This Alissa, she was different.

But, Carol couldn't do it. Alissa knew this, and she couldn't help but smirk. She wanted to smack that stupid little smirk off her face. She just couldn't bring herself to hurt the woman. Alissa felt the glass press against her neck further until Carol finally loosened her grip, dropping her hand with a frustrated groan. "Carol-" Carol cuts her off, "don't...don't give me some shitty apology. I don't wanna hear it. Why the fuck are you even back here?"

Alissa looked down with a sigh, "I killed someone, or as my lovely daughter would say, I chopped him up like Jeffrey Dahmer." Carol couldn't help but find herself being amused, leaning against the bedframe with a raised brow. "I knew you'd finally snap. Just like your daddy, huh?" Alissa glared at her, Carol knowing full well that Alissa hated being compared to her monster of a father. "He hurt my kid. He deserved everything that came to him."

It was still so weird to hear that Alissa had kids. Carol scoffed, stepping closer to Alissa, "No, that's just an excuse. Don't lie to yourself. You've always had an urge to kill, just like your parents. You were born to kill. Your kid getting hurt was just an excuse to do what you always wanted to do." Alissa glared, practically burning a hole through her. "Watch your mouth. You don't know anything about me. That girl you knew, she's fucking dead. I killed her the minute I stepped foot out of this place."

"Yeah?" Alissa nodded. "You also killed every bit of love I had for you," Carol stated, even though she knew it was a lie, and so did Alissa. "Oh really? See, baby, I don't believe that. If you truly hated me, you wouldn't have hesitated to kill me." Lissa smirked, both of them taking a threatening step towards each other. "Wrong. If I killed you, it would just be doing you a favor. So, I'll cause you pain in another way. I'll go after your daughter."

Alissa chuckles, making Carol furrow her brows in confusion. "Ah, that's funny, Carol. No offense to you or your crew, but my daughter would kill you before I do." Alissa backed up, raising her hands in amusement. "If you want to hurt me, you're gonna have to try a lot harder than that." Carol stares at her with squinted eyes, Lissa leaning against the wall. "But, as I said before, I'm getting the feeling that you don't really wanna hurt me."

Carol scoffs, "and how would you know that? You don't know me. Just like you, I'm not the same girl you left behind." Alissa pursed her lips, she didn't want to admit it out loud to Carol, but she didn't feel really guilty about. It had been eating her alive for years. "You're right. We've both changed. But," Alissa walked towards Carol, her thumbs hooked in her waistband, "our feelings clearly haven't changed very much if you couldn't go through with you."

Carol rolled her eyes, scoffing lightly like Alissa had offended her. "Please. You think I still love you after all that?"

Alissa smirked, running her tongue over her top lip. "Oh baby, I know for a fact that you do. In fact, I welcome it. It's been a while since I've had any girl on girl action." Carol scoffed again for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. "Well you're not getting shit from me." Alissa pouts mockingly, reaching her hand to brush Carol's hair back, only for Carol to slap it away with a glare. "Aw, come on, Care. You really gonna make this hard on me? You know you want to. Just this one time and you can go back to pretending to hate me."

Alissa smiled, seeing Carol start to consider Alissa's words. Carol raised a brow, "I'm not giving you shit." Alissa hummed, nodding slowly, she leaned in closer so their faces were inches from touching. "You don't have to baby." That fucking word was enough for Carol to give in, pressing their lips together roughly. Alissa smiled until Carol pulled away, almost having second thoughts. "What's wrong baby? Having second thoughts?" Lissa teases.

"Go fuck yourself," Carol shot back.

"Oh, you see I would. But I much rather fuck you." Alissa grinned, connecting their lips again and pulling Carol closer, just like old times.

Who said enemies couldn't be lovers?

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a/n: AND THEY R REUNITED 🙏🧎‍♀️ im highkey loving this new alissa 😭 she's so hot for some reason

YALL WE NEED A SHIPNAME 🧍‍♀️ carlissa? idk carolissa? okay it's kinda cute ngl 🙈

aaliyah in pain: 🤕😓
alissa and carol: 😡😍😚

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