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They were forced on a 36 hour lockdown all because some junkie from D-block had stabbed Badison with a shiv. To say Alissa wasn't pleased with this, was an understatement. She absolutely hated being stuck in a cell for long periods of time as did her daughter, so she could only imagine her suffering. Luckily, she was able to spend more time with Carol, telling the woman stories of her time after prison. Carol even opened up some more and told Alissa stories of her and Barbara when they were younger. One's that she hadn't heard before. That was the only thing she enjoyed about the lockdown.

As of now, she was next to Carol, and Aaliyah was leaned up against a wall near Carol and the rest of her group. They had been watching Red, who had apparently been asking around about Frieda. She made the mistake of unknowingly calling Carol an idiot. Aaliyah looked up suddenly, getting the feeling someone was watching her. And she was correct. Her eyes landed on the blonde girl a few feet away. She didn't know how she fucking missed her.

"Oh hell no." Aaliyah breathed out, causing Alissa and Carol to look at her in concern. "What's wrong?" Aaliyah simply directed her eyes back at the blonde, Alissa and Carol following her sight. "Who's that?" Carol questioned, she and her group all looking at the blonde girl, who simply stared at Aaliyah. Alissa knew exactly who she was obviously. This girl had taunted Aaliyah and Janae in minimum. "You remember that girl I told you about? The daughter from one of my affairs, Taylor Martin?" Carol nods, Liyah gesturing at her, "Well, that's her."

Carol inhales, getting the feeling of where this was going. "What are you gonna do about it?" Aaliyah tilt her head, her eyes still dead set on the blonde. "You know exactly what I'm gonna do. You gonna stop me?" Carol smirked, pulling her lollipop from her mouth. "Not this time. It's time you let that anger out." Alissa gaped, quick to scold Carol, "Don't encourage her, Care." Carol pursed her lips, "What? Her anger is building up, she needs to hit something and it's not gonna be one of our girls." Aaliyah pulled off her jacket, tossing it to Brock to hold onto, she started walking towards the blonde girl as Alissa objected heavily. 

Taylor met her halfway, both with glares on their faces. Taylor smirked, "Hiya there, pretty girl. Where's your little girlfriend? Don't tell me she finally dumped your pathetic ass." That was it. She finally snapped. Aaliyah threw a punch, knocking Taylor out cold, she climbed on top of her, throwing left and rights as some girls cheered her on. Alissa held a wince on her face as CO Luschek grabbed onto her daughter, pulling her off as another one helped up the barely conscious Taylor.

"That's it, no more yard time for you, Channing!"

"Oh fuck you!" Liyah retorts. Alissa sighed, hitting Carol's arm, the woman still laughing from the fight. "This is your fault. You should not be encouraging her to fight." Carol rolled her eyes, putting an arm around Alissa, "Relax. She's fine. Not a scratch on her."

"Doesn't matter. She could've gotten hurt," Alissa crossed her arms with a frown.

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Well, to say Aaliyah was perfectly fine after the fight, was an understatement. Carol was right, not a scratch. Something about punching Taylor's face in, seemed to make the girl more perky than usual. As of now, she was following Carol, Alissa, and Red to the salon, Carol having a plan to deal with Red, obviously needing a bit of Aaliyah's help. Carol stopped by the door, "I'll be back later," said Hellman. They walked in, Carol sitting down as Aaliyah grabbed some scissors, Alissa sitting on the stool near Aaliyah, the two twins standing near Carol. Alissa always found them so creepy.

"You're going to leave us in here?" Red questions him, cautious of Carol, and especially the mother and daughter, knowing full well what they're capable of. "Telling me how to do my job?" He smirks before walking away. Aaliyah smiles joyfully as one of Carol's crew closes the barred door, standing it front of it incase Red attempted to escape. Carol smirking as the twins just stared at the clearly shaken up Red. Carol gestures to the other chair, "Have a seat." Alissa held a small smile as she removed the polish from her nails.

"Okeydokey." Red says, her eyes flickering to Aaliyah who was playing with the scissors, a sinister smile on her face with an evil glint in her eye. Carol and Alissa together really seemed to bring out the pyscho in her. Red sat down, Aaliyah grabbing the apron thing or whatever it was called to prevent the hair from getting all over the person. She tied it, tightening it for a split second as a warning. Carol smiled loving to see Aaliyah in her zone after how much Alissa talked about it. "The way I see it, this haircut could go one of two ways."

Red looked at her nervously, "I am very sorry, Carol, but I didn't realize it was you who-"

"Was the idiot who let your friend Frieda sell me out?" Carol queried. Alissa hummed a tune, always growing a little angry any time Frieda's name was mentioned. Aaliyah knew why Carol and Alissa were always so defensive about the Frieda situation. Even if they never did seem to admit it, she knew they both had truly loved Frieda. Therefore why they had felt so betrayed when Frieda sold them out and left. Aaliyah had her theories and Carol's relationship with her mother kind of confirmed it.

Red was quick to deny those allegations of being Frieda's friend. "She is not my friend. And this is a classic miscommunication because that is not at all what I meant." Carol almost wanted to scoff, not really believing the red head. "Then what did you mean?"

Red turned the chair to face Carol properly. "I am the idiot. I was the fucking queen. And I've been reduced to the fool because Frieda sold me out. Like she sold you out 30 years ago. And how does she get away with it? Every single time. I want to put an end to it, and I needed to find the person in here who was as angry as I am, who knows what it's like to be betrayed by her." Carol glanced at Alissa, knowing that Lissa and Red were friends in minimum. "She's telling the truth baby," Alissa mumbled, looking down at her nails.

Carol leaned forward so she was closer to Red, staring into her eyes, like she was searching for a lie, though she found none. "Well, it looks like you found her." Carol smiled for a split second, Red looking quite relieved. She grabbed Red's chair, turning it back around. "Now..let's fix that fucked-up hair of yours, shall we?"

"I'd love that." Red nods gratefully.

Aaliyah clasps her hands together, she giggles. "Betrayal. Brings everyone together." Carol looked at her with a hint of amusement, chuckling softly as she popped a lollipop into her mouth. Alissa glanced at her happy daughter, growing a soft adoring smile at her happiness.  Aaliyah removed the cloth around Red's head, tossing it in the trash bin. She examined the woman's head with a hum. "Alright, I think I can work with this. How do you feel about getting' rid of the red?" She questioned.

"Depends. How much?" Red asked back, the red obviously being her signature look. "Majority of it. But don't worry, you'll still be you." Aaliyah reassured.

Red pursed her lips, thinking it over, "do it."

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"You need a haircut badly. No offense baby." Alissa fake winced, messing with Carol's very long hair as they laid on the bottom bunk together. "You are aware that saying, "no offense," doesn't make it any less offensive, right?" Carol spoke, turning around and wrapping an arm around Alissa's waist as the girl was reading a Stephen King book and running her hand through Carol's long hair. "I know, but it's rude to just say it. And I mean zero offense when I say "no offense" you know this, Care."

Carol smiles, taking Alissa's hand to press a kiss to it, "I know. Relax, I'm just bugging." Alissa huffs, moving to stand up, Carol glances at her with a curious glint in her eyes. "What are you doing?" Carol questions but Alissa doesn't answer, instead, taking Carol's hand and pulling her up. "Come on. I'm taking you to the salon. You need a haircut, desperately." Carol huffed in annoyance as Alissa dragged her to the salon. They walked in, one of the guards standing by the door.

"Get out. We'll be taking your places. Come back another time." Alissa spoke towards the two girl's getting their hair done. The CO didn't care much, seeing at Carol and Alissa had been the one's paying her off. They quickly left at her demand. Alissa gave the CO a look, she nodded, "I'll be back later." The CO left, leaving the four girl's alone. The two who had been assigned to the salon turned around, Carol and Alissa seeing that they were twins. Alissa found them oddly creepy, but also a bit intriguing. It reminded her a bit of the twin girls in a Stephen King book she read.

"What are your names?" Alissa questioned as Carol took a seat in one of the chairs. They didn't speak, leaving Alissa to raise a curious brow. Carol snapped her fingers at Alissa, "Liss, they're probably mute." Alissa hummed, seeing one of them nod. The other one grabbed a piece of a paper and wrote something down, handing it to Alissa with a nod. "Oh, okay. You're Bonnie, and she's Gail. That's nice." She nods, clearing her throat, "Anyways, Care desperately needs a trim. You think you can handle that?" Bonnie nods sharply, grabbing the scissors.

"You got any nail polish?" Alissa questions as she sat down in the opposite chair, Bonnie working on Carol's hair. Gail nods, bringing over a table with nail polish and more stuff. "Ooh. Carol, can I paint your nails? Please?" Alissa pouted, giving her best pleading look at her girlfriend.

"No. Absolutely not." Carol states blankly.

Alissa frowns, "You're no fun."

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a/n: i love writing little flashbacks of young carolissa 🤭 it shows how much alissa and aaliyah r alike

carol being aaliyahs second mom is so cutee 🥲

aaliyah in her true psychotic state with carol and alissa just casually accepting her 😭

my favorite family of maniacs 🤍🤞

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