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~ ᶠˡᵃˢʰᵇᵃᶜᵏ: ᵗʷ/ᵍᵒʳᵉ/ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ,ᵉᵗᶜ ~

Love was a tricky thing. It didn't always come at first sight. Sometimes it took days, months, years, maybe even decades. For Alissa Channing, it came the minute her boyfriend Tate McCall had asked her help to bury a dead body. The dead body of his ex girlfriend. If it was anyone else, she probably would've declined and went straight to the police. But this wasn't just anyone. She loved Tate. He gave her a home, he gave her love, in a way he reminded Alissa of her parents. Maybe that's why she felt so drawn to him.

So, being the stupid, young, and in love girl that she was, she said yes.

Alissa spent all night digging a few holes that were about three feet deep. as Tate was in the shed dismembering the body. It reminded Alissa of her parents. When they'd stay up all night, the sound of a bone saw being heard from upstairs. She once watched them from the stairs, but that was enough for the girl to run into the bathroom and throw up her dinner. When she got older and started to understand what her parents were doing, they taught her how they did it. They taught her how to dismember a body and get rid of it. She never thought she'd ever had to use that lesson though.

After another hour, Alissa huffed tiredly, wiping the sweat from her forehead as Tate pushed a wheelbarrow with the body parts wrapped up in sacks. Tate set it down, walking towards Alissa, he pulled her into a kiss, his hands of dried blood going to her waist to pull her closer. Alissa pulled away to breath, looking into his eyes, the moonlight being the only light given to them in the darkness. "I love you baby. You know that right? I'm forever in debt to you." Tate says, brushing her hair down.

Alissa smiled, this is the love she always craved for, the love her parents never gave her. "Let's hurry up before sunrise hits." Tate nodded at her instructions, both of them walking to the wheelbarrow. He watched her, waiting to see what she move she would make first. He was determined to ruin her, take all her innocence, and this was the first step. This is why he became obsessed with her, tracking her down when her parents got locked up. He wanted to marry her, take her last night. Tate wanted to finish the job her parents created. He wanted them to be a better version of her parents. This was the first step.

Alissa didn't wait for him, grabbing a body part and tossing it into one of the holes she dug. Tate watching her in fascination. They spent all night burying the body parts in the back yard, until lighting hit, raining pouring down hard, urging them to work faster. "Hurry up!" Alissa finished tossing the dirt in the hole before running towards the house, Tate close behind her. They ran into the house, Alissa laughing gleefully, she turning around, her hands going around Tate's neck as he held her waist.

"I love you, Alissa Channing," Tate pressed a kiss against her soft lips.

"I love you too, Tate."

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Alissa and Frieda both rolled their eyes at the loud music coming from behind the bookshelf. It was obviously Carol, it was like she was hell-bent on getting them caught. "Hey, Liss. Hey, Frieda...your dad's hot and all, but I got other plans. Hope you don't mind." Carol pulled off the picture Frieda had up of her parents on their wedding day and switched it with a poster of Burt Reynolds. Alissa picked up the picture Carol tossed on and floor and handed it to Frieda with a sympathetic smile.

"Now that is human perfection. Right, Frieda?" Carol chuckles, sitting down with a cigarette in her hand. "Sure," Frieda shrugs carelessly, going to sit on the upside down bucket she used at a chair. Alissa sat down, leaning over Carol, she switched the music off just as two ladies from D-block tapped on the bookshelf from the other side. Carol did her usual dealing, but got a complaint from one of the ladies. "What the hell? I paid less than that for four last time."

"You got a problem with my prices?" The other girl shook her head, wanting no trouble with Carol. "No, we're good. Right, Tyler? Come on." The other girl smacks her teeth, "This some bullshit, man." They both walked off, Alissa pulling her knees to her chest as she chewed on some gum.

Carol chuckles, laying back down, her feet near Alissa. "Hey, Carol, maybe you ought to go back to dealing in the showers," Frieda suggests. "You kidding? Finding your hidey-hole is the best thing that ever happened to me." Carol said, Frieda flicking off the ash that fell on her knee from Carol's cigarette. "The shower steam made my hair look like shit." Carol sits up, pulling Alissa closer on their little makeshift couch. "Now come on, let's look at the rest of today's haul."

Frieda stood up, picking up a big black book that they used to collect all their earnings and such. She handed it to Carol before sitting back down. Carol pops it open, Alissa leaned forward, grabbing a small jawbreaker and popping it in her mouth. "Damn, Frieda! We're killing it!" Carol picks up two jawbreakers, holding them to her chest, "Aw, and you know I have a sweet tooth."

A knock on the bookshelf grabbed their attention, it was another D-block girl. "Just one. Oh! How much for a jawbreaker?"

"They're not for sale," Carol replied, tossing a wrapped up thing of what Alissa could only make out as drugs. "But you got so many. I like watching the colors change." Carol grins, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette. "Do you now?" Carol puts it out on the ashtray, "Well, come on in. Come on in." Alissa stood up, already knowing this was gonna get either violent or weird. Frieda pulled her over so she was out of the way as Carol stood up, holding the open book with a grin.

The girl reaches in the book, Carol hitting her hand with the cover, she pulled her hand back with a wince. "Do I look like Willy Fucking Wonka to you?" Carol handed the book to Alissa who put it back on the shelf as the girl replied with, "No, ma'am." Alissa sighed, watching boredly. "This place look like a candy store?" Carol grabbed the girl by the back of her collar, pushing it down against the wall. "Lissa, hold her hair for me."

Alissa sighs, grabbing the girl's hair and holding her head back. Frieda watched, a little disturbed. She hadn't known when Alissa gotten so prone to violence. She could only assume it was Carol's doing. The more Alissa spent time with the girl, the more she was acting less and less like herself. "Now open your fucking mouth before I shove this so far down your goddamn throat you give birth to it." Carol shoved the jawbreaker in her mouth, holding her hands over her mouth so she was forced to suck on the candy.

"Go on. Start sucking." This reminded Alissa of her parents torturing techniques. When they would put a gag in a girl's mouth, or when they forced her to eat. Alissa used to be in charge of making them meals, taking them down to the basement so they could eat. She tried to make the food good every time in case it was their last meal. Alissa looked up at the sound of a voice. "Jesus, Carol! You're such a little psycho!" Alissa let's go of the girl, watching her cough as Carol turned out, the jawbreaker still in her hand.

"Bad enough you're stealing my customers, you don't gotta go kill 'em too." Alissa glared at Barb and her minions, she fucking hated them. They always teased her or made comments at her about her parents and Tate. Who Alissa found out had died a few weeks ago at the hands of another inmate. Apparently one of Tate's victims was family of one of the inmates there. They really did not let that shit slide. The D-block girl was quick to run out, "Yeah, you better fuckin' run, Greeley!"

"Sorry ladies, shop's closed," Frieda says.

"Piss off, Flunky. I'm here to see my sister." Barb says as Carol pulls out another cigarette. "Didn't anyone tell you? Family reunion's been canceled this year." Carol said sarcastically, popping the jawbreaker in her mouth, Alissa couldn't help but grimace. "It's funny, because Mom's coming to visit me later, just like she did last week and the week before. She doesn't send her love, by the way."

Alissa sat back down as Carol angrily grabbed the cigarettes and lighter on the shelf. "What do you want, Barbie? I mean, besides an ass that don't look like a pizza box?"

"I want you, Gnarly Davidson, and widow girl to step off my H game." Barb says, taking a step closer. Carol chuckles, finding that amusing. "Sorry, sis, but you ain't the boss of me no more." Alissa tilt her head, still sucking on the small jawbreaker in her mouth. "We had a deal, Care. D-block gets smack and weed. Cunt block gets rock and pills." Carol lights up the cigarette in her mouth, unfazed by her sister as she sits down next to Alissa. "Lool at yourself, Carol. You're a child. Amateur like you got no business selling horse. You'd be better off dealing ex-lax to the biddies in Florida."

Carol was clearly ticked off by this, looking up at Frieda with clenched teeth. "Frieda, you gonna sit there with your thumb up your butt or you gonna do something about this?" Frieda wanted them out anyways so she had no problem getting them out. "All right, ladies, it's time for you gals to move it along." Frieda pulled out her weapon which was a broken shard off glass with a grip around it made from some tape. Alissa also stood up, pulling out a sharpened screwdriver she stole from a guard's desk.

"Okay," Barb raised her hands for a second in surrender. She glared at her sister who was laughing before walking out, her two minions following. "Come on, Frieda. Liss, you too." Carol pulled the two girls back down so they sat next to her. "You and me got some beef to look at." Carol pulled out a magazine with men in it. Alissa simply grabbed a book she had on the shelf, it was called, "The Dollhouse Murders," and it was easily one of her favorites.

She ignored Carol's drooling over the men in the magazine, too focused on her book. She glanced up, noticing a look in Frieda's eye, almost like she was up to something. It was weird. But she brushed it off. She trusted Frieda.

Frieda wouldn't hurt her, right?

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Alissa, Frieda, and Carol headed to their spot, only to see it completely trashed. Alissa's eyes widened, picking up her book that was completely ripped in half. Carol immediately kneeled down, her Burt Reynolds poster completely ripped to pieces. "Oh! Oh, Burt! On, God!" Alissa frowned looking down at her book as Frieda held the big black book that usually contained their stash. "Burt is the least of our problems. The stash is gone." Frieda dropped the book, Carol grabs it, and angrily hits it against the pillow. "On, God! I swear, I will kill that flat-ass bitch with my bare hands."

Carol stood up angrily, throwing some books off the shelf and hitting it with her hand. Frieda stood up, "Carol, calm down. Last sister you whacked landed your ass in here." Alissa huffed, standing back up as Carol was quick to defend herself at the accusation. "How many times do I have to tell you Barbie's the one who did it? I just brought Debbie to the lake." Alissa had heard way too many twists on the story and it became annoying.

"We need to be strategic," Alissa spoke up, a little pissed off about her torn book.

"No. What we need to do is to teach those D-block bitches a lesson. Show them they can't fuck with us!" Carol exclaimed, clearly to angry to thing properly. "Agreed. But shoot a deer in the gut, you wind up chasing it down for days. Shoot it in the heart, you're eating venison by dinner." Alissa nodded in agreement with Frieda's statement. Carol started to get where she was coming from and chuckles, doing a little happy dance, "Frieda, meeting you was the luckiest day I had since I found that 50$ bill on the bathroom floor of Dairy Queen."

Alissa raised her brows, "Do you want me to leave you guys alone or?" Frieda rolled her eyes as Carol giggled, taking Alissa's hands in her own. "Don't be jealous. Meeting you has been one of the best days of my life. You're a good friend cupcake." Carol pat her cheek with a smile.

Frieda held a distant look on her face, considering her options. Part of wanting to rethink this whole plan. She had to admit, Carol was growing on her, and Alissa was a really good friend who shared common interests. But she wasn't gonna die getting in the middle of Carol and Barbara's turf war. Even if this meant sacrificing her friendship with Alissa.

She had no choice really. It was either her, or two girls who had psychotic tendencies.

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a/n: alissa and carol r rlly similar if u think about it tbh

frieda did our baby wrong tho 🥲

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