Sour Hearts and Honey Scars

NICOLE'S POV

I sat at the dinning hall with my roommate, having a nasty breakfast as usual. I was concentrating on my lousy food but it feels like I have eyes on me. I looked around the hall and I was right, Shelly and her girls are throwing daggers with their eyes.

When I first arrived here, she was in charge and she was a bully... The first thing she tried to do was to dominate me but I didn't allow it and I became her number one enemy but I don't mind because I am fucked up in the head and I need somewhere to vent.

I don't mind a little challenge and fight every now and then but not today, for the last six months, I have been a delinquent in here but lately, I have a new focus or should I say a distraction. Something else that excites me other than having a fight...

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Shelly and her crew stand up and I know they are coming to pick a fight, ordinarily I wouldn't mind but today is not the day.

"Shit." I cursed when I remembered that my roommate Ruth is seated beside me and she can't fight.

"What's wrong?"

"Get ready to run, Shelly and her girls are coming." I sat upright as I mentally calculated how many more steps it will take before they get to me.

"Okay."

At this point, I paid no mind to Ruth, I just wanted to make sure that Shelly doesn't take me unaware... Just as I felt her presence behind me, I carried my plate of oatmeal and dumped it on her face with one swift motion.

"Fuck you bitch." Shelly screamed as she suddenly brought out a knife.

I briefly wondered how she smuggled out a knife from the kitchen but I didn't dwell on it as I maneuver her jab and held her hands.

"Argh." She screamed as I twisted her wrist till she let go of the knife and I immediately stepped on it before any of her minions could get a hold of it.

I wrapped my hand tightly on her dainty neck. "Bitch, the only reason you are still alive is because I need some form of entertainment in this godforsaken jail." I squeezed her neck even more as she tapped my hand so that I can let her go. "I have killed five grown ass men and that's not even the reason I am here, I am here only because I want to... So if you ever come to me with a weapon, you won't live to tell the story." I assured her as I pushed her away with force and she crashed to the ground with her minions.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't have let her go with one or two injuries but like I said, today is Thursday and for the last one month, it has become my favorite day and the day I looked forward to... My sentence was for six months but this is my eight month here and it's all because I am a nut case, so I was assigned a therapist and he is an eye candy, I look forward to talking and hanging with him every Thursday.

Jail now suck less since I started speaking to Asher. Well I don't talk much when I am with him, I just admire his beauty and tease him a little.

"Are you okay?" Ruth asked as soon as she returned to the table, I didn't even realize when she left in the middle of all that chaos.

"Of course, I am always fine. She's lucky I am in a good mood."