Bonus Scene
I watched this bitch walking around like she was safe for far too long. It had been months since she was placed in our unit, and I’d been itching to touch her. Every time I looked in her face, I saw my baby girl.
I remembered the countless sleepless nights she had because of her nightmares. I remembered her telling me her story. The number of tears I wiped from her face was a shame. Children were a blessing. How any mother could subject their child to what Kennedy did was baffling.
Alayah was more than just a prisoner to me. She was the child I never got to have—a sweet innocent soul that never deserved to be behind bars. I didn’t raise her, but I nurtured her…protected her…loved her.
Prison was too good for a bitch like Kennedy Chambers. Every woman on the block knew who she was. The ones closest to Alayah had been giving her hell. She’d been spat on, slapped, had piss thrown on her, and she’d been jumped.
She deserved to suffer. She deserved to pay for everything she’d done. While I hadn’t touched her—yet—I was going to make sure she got what was coming to her. Her sentence was justice in the eyes of the law, but street justice was about to be served.
I casually left my bunk and took the short walk down to Kennedy’s. When I peeked inside, she was laying there with her eyes closed. The door was slightly ajar, so I slipped inside. Pulling the makeshift noose from beneath my sweatshirt, I approached her bed.
Like a thief in the night, I quickly tied it to the top bunk and slipped it around her neck. Her eyes flew open, but before she could scream, she was hoisted upright. Her eyes widened, and she clawed at the noose.
“Aht aht, bitch,” I said, pulling tighter. “You thought you were safe, huh? You thought you were gonna live out the rest of your days after what you did to my baby? I got to love the child you abused like she was my own. I told myself if I ever got my hands on you, you were a dead woman.”
I watched the life slowly draining from her face, and it gave me so much satisfaction.
“How does it feel, Kennedy,” I taunted, “knowing you’re about to die and no one can save you?”
Her eyes bulged, and her face was blood red at this point. Slowly, she began to go limp.
“It’s almost over, pretty girl. Isn’t that what your man used to call Alayah while he raped her?”
The sweet sound of her last breath brought a smile to my face. Her body was fully limp at this point. I tied off the makeshift rope and positioned her to make her death look like she was responsible before slipping out as easily as I’d slipped in.
“I got her for you, baby girl.”