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Alissa wasn't a huge fan of crowds, or people really. She liked to keep to herself. It was always like that. She had no trouble when it was like that. Then she met Frieda, who was just like her. She wasn't a fan of big crowds, or people, she liked to keep to herself too. That's what made them so good together. They were two introverts who could sit in silence together and be perfectly okay with that.

And then came Carol Denning, an extrovert. She kind of in a way, completed the group. It didn't make much sense, but she did. Her loud, sassy, extra self, complimented the two girls. She was younger than the two and much more outgoing. She made the group fun. And Alissa certainly wasn't complaining. She quite liked the Burt Reynolds obsessed girl.

But she didn't like her sister. Barbara Denning. Gosh was she the worst. She insulted Alissa at any chance she got and everytime they crossed paths, she pretended they never met. It really annoyed the girl. Sometimes she wanted to punch Barbara right in her face, but she never like resorting to violence. Anytime she even did anything remotely violent, she got flashes of her past, ones where she helped bury a body with her ex boyfriend Tate. The others focused solely on her parents, remembering the late nights she would hear screaming coming from the basement of their house. So she didn't resort to violence unless necessary.

Even seeing violent things occur, she hated watching it. She got reminded of the times she would sneak into the basement when her parents were sleeping, her soft innocent eyes flickering over the blood stained wood, hearing muffled voices coming from a wooden coffin. Sometimes she would even see them hung up on a torture wheel. And she couldn't do anything about it. She was little, way too young to understand. Even when she got older, she didn't say anything. She loved her parent despite. They took care of her, and loved her. She couldn't lose that.

Which is why she almost never was around Carol and Barbara at the same time. Carol and Barb constantly got into fights, it was exhausting. You'd think sister's fighting was normal. But the way they fought could only pull Alissa into a trance of pure violence and torture. And she hated seeing that. I mean, who would? Frieda knew these things about Alissa, having once seen the girl zone out during a fight in lunch. So Alissa told her everything. And that's when Frieda vowed to protect the girl from seeing those horrid images.

Frieda nudged the girl, snapping her back into the present. "You good?" Alissa nods, looking back at the table. The girls of D-block were surrounded at the table of Barbara and Carol. Frieda and Alissa sitting at another nearby table. Barb was showing them some trick with a Coca-Cola can. "This was my claim to fame when I was waitressing at Domingo's." Barb explains, Carol very clearly annoyed. "Here we go. Barbie always has to be the center of attention," Carol comments, a purple lollipop in her mouth.

Barbara removes her hand from the upside down Coca-Cola can, all the girls minus Carol, Frieda, and Alissa gasp in surprise. "She puts a round piece of plastic and sticks it up against the lid," Carol says, revealing the secret to the trick. Barb was visibly annoyed by her younger sister. "Carol, you ruin all the fun." Barb flips it back over, pulling out the round piece of plastic.

Carol hums, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth. "Speaking of Domingo's, I got a story for ya. So it's post-game on a Friday, right? And our high school won and everyone goes to Domingo's after the game, especially if you win. So the place is packed, everybody's celebrating. It's the whole fuckin' town, and in the middle of the chaos, this guy at one of my tables asks me for the classifieds. And I'm like, "Now?" Carol chuckles, Alissa noticing how Barb somehow became more irritated.

Carol continues. "But I like his mustache, and he looks like he's a good tipper. So I go out to the parking lot and I buy the paper and I bring it to him, and you know what he says? He's like, "Miss, why are you bringing me the classifieds? I asked for a glass of ice." Everyone at the table besides Barb laughs at the story. Barb cleared her throat. "Great story, Carol. Except, uh, that actually happened to me."

Carol still laughs, "No, it didn't," she denied.

"Yeah, it did." Barb states, visibly frustrated with her younger sister.

Carol is quick to defend herself. "You know, life happens to other people too, Barb. Besides, you weren't waiting tables that night." Barb rolls her eyes, "Exactly. Cause I was working the bar, and that's where he was when he asked for the ice. Which makes sense because you order ice at the bar." Alissa raised a brow, starting to believe this story didn't happen to either of them. If it did, wouldn't they remember it? "Well, I remember going out to get the paper because I had to get change for it." Carol defends. "And it was so fuckin' cold, I was freezing my fuckin' tits off," Carol laughs along with the girls.

Barb interrupts their laughing. "Now I know you're lying because you never had tits," Barb spat.

Alissa glanced up at Frieda, "I'm not sure it either of their story. What do you think?" Frieda glanced down at the younger girl for a split second. "I think we should walk away before we get caught up in their nonsense." Alissa pursed her lips, watching the scene before her as Carol argues with Barbara. "Why do you always do this?"

"Do what? Call out your bullcrap?" Barb retorts. Carol stands up, getting defensive, "Bulltrue!" The older blonde woman next to Barb snickers, Carol looking to her, "What?" She sneered. The blonde girl continues to snicker, "Nothing. Just..you do like to exaggerate. So, you know..." Barb smirks, standing up, "Guess she agrees with me." Carol glares at her older sister before grabbing her roughly by the back of her hair, "I'll fuckin' kill you!"

Frieda rolls her eyes, getting off the table, she quickly drags away the girl who dazed off in a trance. Frieda couldn't help but frown, feeling guilty that she didn't take Alissa away from the violence sooner.

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~ ᶠˡᵃˢʰᵇᵃᶜᵏ: ᵗʷ/ᵍᵒʳᵉ/ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉ,ᵉᵗᶜ ~

A young Alissa Channing was in her bed, it was 3 in the morning, her parents were downstairs and she couldn't help but hear muffled noises coming from the basement. She tried to ignore it, knowing what was down there. Her dad always brought home girls, they were usually young, in their twenties, no older than that. He would take them downstairs to the basement, her mother not showing a care in the world. She first remembered seeing this happen when she was three. It confused her. She didn't know what was happening. She didn't know who these girls were or why they kept disappearing the next week.

The first time she went down to the basement was at the age of four. She seen a blonde girl, completely naked, tied up on a some kind of wheel with tape over her mouth and tears streaming down her face. It was a disturbing sight. Alissa could make out tons of weapons, and tons of objects that were meant for sex, but she didn't know that. Alissa went back upstairs and back to sleep without a care in the world.

As of now, Alissa got up from bed and walked downstairs, heading to the basement. She opened the door, met with muffled screams and cries. She slowly descended down the stairs, sitting on the steps she watched the scene in front of her. There was a red headed girl tied up to a bed, her dad on top of the girl as her mother kissed him. Alissa frowned, not sure what was happening but she knew it wasn't good for this poor girl. Tears subconsciously strolled down her face seeing the tied up girl crying and pleading.

Her mother Lilith finally noticed Alissa's presence and her eyes widened. "You're supposed to be asleep! Go upstairs right now young lady!" The woman yelled at the four year old girl. Alissa's eyes widened and she ran upstairs quickly, immediately crawling into bed and sobbing. Alissa was absolutely traumatized.

In her eyes, her parents, Lilith and Xander Channing, were good people. Now, she wasn't so sure of that anymore. Only monsters could commit the crimes they were. Lilith and Xander Channing were monsters only the devil himself could create.

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Frieda held the girl tightly, wishing she could end her suffering. She may have done some bad things in her life but it was nothing compared to what Lilith and Xander Channing did. She couldn't imagine having to witness what Alissa had, especially at such a young age of innocence. Alissa finally came back to the present, holding onto Frieda's arm tighter. Tears subconsciously rolled down her face as she clenched her eyes shut, trying to erase the traumatic events from her memory.

They laid there all day until it was lights out, Alissa fell asleep in Frieda's arms, basking in the comfort Frieda gave her. Alissa woke up in the middle of the night, her head laid on Frieda's chest, the brunette fast asleep. Alissa always did have trouble sleeping ever since her parents got caught and she was forced to live with her aunt. Every time she closed her eyes, trying to let sleep overtake her, her mind immediately pulled her into memories she wanted to forget. Which was why she had to take sleeping pills to even get an ounce of sleep.

But right now, she couldn't sleep. Sleeping felt impossible right now. As she looked up at Frieda, her eyes examining every inch of the girl's face. She never realized just how captivating she looked when her face was actually relaxed, rather than in the usual moody expression she wore. As her mind wandered her fond memories with Frieda, she couldn't help but let a smile graze her soft lips. Frieda was one of the few people in her life who actually might have cared about her.

Alissa cared about her too, more than Frieda knew. She loved Frieda. And no, not the friends kind of love. She was in love with Frieda. And fuck did that scare her. She didn't want to lose her only real friend in prison. She knew Frieda didn't see her that way or any girl that way for that matter. Even if she did, she doubt Frieda would feel the same way. They've only known each other for a few months and Frieda barely opened up about her past. And when she did, it was very vague and clearly missed important details.

Alissa closed her eyes, listening to Frieda's heartbeat as she was slowly pulled into a slumber. She felt safe in Frieda's arms, she felt protected. So maybe that's why it was so easy to fall asleep with the brunette.

The next day was chaotic to say the least. Carol had been moved to C-block to keep her away from Barbara. It had gotten so bad they were sure those two would've killed each other given the chance. Carol made Frieda and Alissa request for transfers so they would be in C-block with her. They did as told, not wanting to get on Carol's bad side. And slowly did Barbara and Carol turn the girls against each other, forcing them to pick sides. So now, Alissa had unfortunately been put in the same cell with Carol, no longer getting to room with Frieda.

Now that sucked badly. Frieda gave her comfort and helped her sleep. Now she was forced upon the extrovert that was Carol Denning. It was gonna be hell for her come lights out. "What's got you so sappy? Aren't you happy? We're roomies!" Carol exclaimed, watching as Alissa was taping a Polaroid of herself and Frieda on the wall. Alissa hummed, pursing her lips as she looked up at the picture, desperately missing Frieda already.

"Oh, I see what this is! You miss Frieda. I get it, but you'll get over it, I promise." Carol said, climbing onto the top bunk to sit next to the sad girl. "I'm gonna be the best roomie ever!" Carol grinned, sticking a lollipop in her mouth.

Alissa pursed her lips, leaning against the wall as Carol looked at her, her eyes flickering over her features. The girl may have looked innocent, but deep inside those eyes held dark memories that would traumatize any normal person. "Ugh, seriously, are you okay? You look like you found out your dog just died." Alissa huffed, rolling her eyes, "I'm fine. It's not important."

Carol couldn't help but frown at the girl's mood. "If we're gonna be roomies, I have the right to know what's wrong with you." Alissa glanced at her, technically she didn't have any right, but it felt rude to not at least let her know. Alissa sighs, "I have...I have trouble sleeping. Anytime I shut my eyes, I just get pulled into these dark memories of my past. Most of them are about my parents, and what they did to all those girls. Frieda..she helps me, she comforts me, and holds me until I fall asleep. It's sounds stupid-"

"No, it doesn't actually," Carol interrupted, wearing a look of what can only be described as understanding. "I get it, you had a fucked up childhood, we've all been there." Alissa nods, it was barely noticeable but Carol noticed it. Carol huffed, pulling the lollipop from her mouth. "I can get Frieda's roomie to switch with you so can be with her, if that makes you feel better." Alissa pretend to be oblivious of the jealousy in Carol's eyes. She had a feeling Carol was jealous of Alissa and Frieda's friendship. She probably assumed it was way more than that.

"You would do that? But why?" Alissa scrunched her brows in confusion. Carol looked down at her hands, "Cause we're friends. And besides, I rather you look slightly normal rather than look like your dog died." Alissa couldn't help but chuckle, Carol cracking a small smile. "It's okay. I'll be okay here. It's just gonna take me awhile to adjust." Alissa said. Carol raised a brow, unconvinced. "Are you sure?"

Alissa nodded, "Yeah. I'll just go back to taking sleeping pills once I make enough money to buy some."

Carol pursed her lips, turning to face Alissa, "That's fine. I'll buy them for you. It's the least I could do after separating you from Frieda." Alissa smiled and nodded, grateful that she and Carol were finally getting somewhere. "Thanks. That's really nice of you." Carol turned to Alissa with a pointed look, she pulled her lollipop from her mouth, pointing it at the Channing girl, "Never call me nice. Got it?"

Alissa raised a brow but nodded nevertheless. Carol grinned, jumping off the bed, honestly the way her energy switched all the time was a little alarming to the girl. "If I do this for you, no more pouting. Deal?" Carol clasped her hands together as she looked up at the Channing girl.

Alissa thought about it before nodding, "Deal."

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a/n: a little peek into alissas backstory some more! her past is very disturbing, you can skip over the flashbacks if u want, ik they're very dark. it was very hard to write it but i got inspo from all the true crime movies and shows i watch so i want to make it as realistic as possible!

the older alissa gets the less she'll be affected by her past! she's gonna embrace her dark side a lot more as she's older, and accept the fact that she's the daughter of serial killers. you'll slowly start to see alissa adjust to violence the more she hangs out with carol!

alissa and carol both being in love with frieda is real of them tbh 🤞 young frieda was *chefs kiss* 🤌

friedas so sweet for wanting to protect alissa 🥲

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