𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗. 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔

"What the f*ck, Spooky! How could you rape the wrong f*cking person?! Pinche cabrón!" Choca yelled in frustration. "You better watch who you're talking to!" He screamed, slamming his fist onto the table. "You didn't tell me what she looked, anything! You just told me where she was and you expect me to play detective!?"

She rolled her eyes, kissing her teeth. As soon as her tongue touched the raw flesh her teeth were pulled from she winced slightly. This was all because of that bruja. She was going to pay. Not the Los Santos would do it but Choca would. She was going to make her suffer. Choca pulled the shank from Spooky's mattress and stormed out of his cell. "Choca, what are you gonna do?!" He yelled, chasing after her. She could hear his footsteps behind her, yet the only thing she wanted to hear were the loud, agonizing screams of Juice when she stabbed her over, and over again.

She quickened her pace, running towards the D block. Spooky's footsteps quickened as well, yet he unfortunately wasn't fast enough to stop her as she stormed into her cell. There Amina sat, as beautiful as ever lying on her bed. The things I could've done to her pretty face and body if she just complied. But no, she wants to play like a tough pendeja so I'll give her tough pendeja. Amina looked up and jolted backwards as she saw the weapon Choca had in her grasp. "Choca.. don't do this.."

She shook her head, taking big steps towards her. "Nah, bella. You play with fire, you get burned." Choca spat before viciously bringing the shank forward. Amina's hand shot out as she quickly grabbed her wrist. She roughly twisted it making Choca yelp out in pain. She fell to her knees due to the painful grip. Amina slammed her knee into the chola's arm. Crack. She viciously screamed out. She was sure the whole block could hear her weeping screeches.

"Get the f*ck off her!" Spooky yelled as he slowly entered the cell. His intimidating posture slackened at the sight of the girl he couldn't stop thinking about. Ella. Amina's eyes flickered up to his, shock filling her orbs. Her grip on Choca's wrist noticeably loosened. Chocha quickly took advantage and pierced the shank through her arm. She started at the inside of her elbow, bringing it down to her wrist. She finally screamed. Loud. A wicked grin lined Choca's lips as Amina's yelps and gushing of blood were perceived by her senses.

"Choca!" Spooky yelled angrily as he pushed her aside, rushing towards Juice who now sat against the wall, her eyes dancing between conscious- and unconsciousness. "Why are you helping her! She almost killed me!" She barked.

"You can never learn to keep your hands to yourself that's why!" He growled back in fury. Shock and betrayal hovered along her features. "So you're gonna choose a Prophet over me?! I'm family, Spooks!" She exclaimed hopefully while grabbing ahold of her broken wrist.

Spooky flickered his dark eyes over to Amina's brown ones. He didn't know any single thing about this girl. He didn't know that she was a Prophet but ever since that day in the bathroom, he couldn't get her out of his mind. She kept painting her vibrant image on the blank walls of his mind. He couldn't get enough of this girl. And this is how he felt when he didn't know her, so how would it be if he actually knew her? Was he about to choose this girl over Choca, his annoying cousin who kept pulling the Los Santos into trouble? He didn't want to betray his own kind, but this girl was only just protecting herself.

Spooky lifted Amina up, in his arms. He turned around, ready to step out of the cel when he felt something slippery under his boot. His eyes trailed down. Blood. Amina's eyes fluttered shut, her lashes tickling her skin. "Hey, hey. Stay with me, bajo.." He proclaimed while rushing towards the infirmary.

TWO DAYS LATER

"Ay, yo Spooks. What happened with Choca? I ain't seen her today." Mayel questioned while chewing on his piece of cornbread. Spooky shrugged, quietly bringing the spoon up to his mouth. He hated myself for what he did. He despised himself. I chose a f*cking damned Prophet over my family. And even through it all, he couldn't force himself to tear his mind away from her. Did she make it? Was she okay? Questions which wouldn't be answered until later scattered his mind.

A hand caressed his bicep, he felt the touch all the way through the layers of clothing and his jacket. "Are you okay, you seem tense." Salma chanted as she rubbed her knee against his leg. The frown never left his face as he took a sip of water. "I'm fine." Spooky grumbled. Mayel and Jose shared confused glances before adverting their attention back to their food.

ONE MORE DAY LATER

"Ayo, pretty girl Mina you back!" Her neighbored inmate shouted happily. Amina smiled. "Wassup, Maria." She chuckled, pulling her into a warm embrace. "The D block's been missing you. You may be a newbie but you're making headlines, pretty girl." Maria chanted. Amina smacked her lips, not able to mask her grin. "Stop gassing me, Yveres."

Maria gently pushed her towards her cell. "Chocha is gotten rid of. You have a new bunkie." She smirked. Before Amina could mutter a question, Maria had disappeared into her own cell.

She cautiously approached her cell, only to see a brown-skinned girl fluffing out her pillows. "Yo, who is you?" She questioned, her eyebrows knitted together. I do not need another Choca right now. She turned around and shot Amina a friendly smile. "I'm Keke. Nickname, Keeks."

She nodded and sat on her bed, cautiously watching her cellmate. "What happened to your old cellmate?" Keke questioned. "She started getting stubborn and tried to touch me so I whooped her ass. Then she came back, tried to kill me but this fine ass cholo saved my life and I haven't seen him ever since." She ranted. It felt as if a huge weight was miraculously lifted off her shoulders, the dark tentacles of stress unraveling her body.

Keke stopped with what she was doing and sat on her bed, facing Amina. "Wow, sis. Wanna vent?" And that was what she did, Amina told her everything that bothered her and Keke did the same. Turns out, she had experienced some really f*cked up sh*t and to he honest, she didn't belong here. "Men are trash." She sang, her fingers dancing in the air as she tried to hit a high note. Amina titled her head back in laughter. Real laughter.

A familiar bell rang, making all inmates to pile out of their cells. "What's about to happen?" She questioned, droplets of fear swirling in her brown innocent eyes. "It's lunchtime." Keke had no bad bone in her body. What put her here was completely unreasonable. "Stay with me, I'll protect you. But please, don't be a pussy when it comes to it." Amina sighed. Keke rolled her eyes and balled her hands up into fists, squaring up.

"Wassup, cuz? I will sock every nigga I need to up in this b*tch." She barked in a deep voice. Amina laughed and playfully pushed her. "You're a geek, forreal."

The red-headed warden who booked Amina stood at the door. She shot her a glare before slowly opening the door to the courtyard where they all dined. That was the only thing she enjoyed about this prison. If the weather was nice they would dine outside, if not.. figures. As soon as they stepped outside, Cat's loud shrieks caught their attention. "Juice is back and better than ever, b*tches!"

Amina shook her head and chuckled lightly. She walked over to the table filled with black people. Her people. Cat engulfed her into a bone crushing hug. "I thought you were dead, Mina." She whispered softly. "I would never leave you, skinny bone." Amina jested. Cat reached her hand out, gently pushing her head. "I ain't skinny. This is what you call slim thick." She chanted while bending over. The women at the table cheered her on as she kept throwing her ass back.

"Inmate Napier! Behave." Cecil, a tall Latino warden, barked. "I like that tone, daddy. I like the kink." Cat purred while shooting him a wink. Amina saw the warden's lip twitch up into a tiny smile but as quickly as it came, it vanished. "Damn Cat. You be having these wardens on your broke ass payroll or something?" She questioned playfully.

All the girl broke out into loud laughs, earning glares from the Spanish tables around them. Cat threw a whole piece of cornbread her way, which she easily dodged. "F*ck you, Mina." Still laughing, Amina shot her a wink. Cat replied to her gesture with the roll of her eyes.

As soon as the black table made noise, Spooky trailed his gaze to what hyped them up. His heart dropped to the dark pits of his stomach as soon as he laid his eyes upon her beautiful form. She wasn't dead. She was okay. An ethereal smile lined her pink lips as they welcomed her. He tried to fight it, but he couldn't. The tiniest smile he would allow to gleam through, adorned his lips. If he couldn't make her feel loved, he sure as hell wanted the people around her to do it.

Even with the cholo's and chola's at his table, he couldn't cause himself that pain to tear his eyes off her. There was something special about her.. she was too precious to be in here. The fact that she had lied to him, the day at the bathroom, didn't bother him at all. Spooky would've choked her out for that; but not Oscar. He would never. Her name wasn't Ella, like she told him, but Amina. Amina.

Though it pained him greatly - he could never touch her, shower her with love or bring her luck - he would never stop chanting her name over, and over again. That was the only thing that made the fact bearable. The sight of her.