Chapter 121
Megan’s return.
Lily’s POV:
It was time to have breakfast and I reluctantly got out of bed.
I was already tired of my stay in the prison.
I walked down the hallway when I heard whispers.
“Megan, is now a part of is! But you know she is getting special treatment because she was one a celebrity.” I heard them say.
My eyes widened as I stood in the prison cafeteria, my tray of food hovering in midair.
“What did you just say?” I asked the inmate with my voice barely above a whisper.
The inmate, a tough-looking woman with a scar above her eyebrow, leaned in close.
“I said, Megan’s in here. She has been locked up for weeks. Do not know what she did, but it must have been bad.” She told me.
My mind raced as I tried to process this information. Megan, who made sure I was brought in here?
“It could not be true.” I thought.
“But the inmate’s words had a hint of truth, and my guts told me that something was seriously wrong.
I felt a different energy with translated into determination and purpose.
My eyes scanned through the cafeteria, trying to find more information.
“All out!” I heard when laid in my bed trying to have a solitary time.
“Not now!” I groaned.
It was time to sit in the yard again.
But then I hoped to find the right place.
I walked out into the prison yard; I could not help but scan the area for a familiar face.
And then, suddenly, I saw her. Megan. My sister.
My betrayer!
I felt a rush of emotions as our eyes met, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.
Then, without thinking, I smiled and walked towards her.
“Megan!” I exclaimed with my voice a little too loud.
“Fancy running into you here!” I said with a smirk.
I playfully bumped into her, trying to hide the tension between us.
Megan looked taken aback, but then a small smile crept onto her face.
“Lily,” she said with her voice soft.
“I should have known I would run into you eventually.” I told her.
“But…” I said and paused.
“Well, well, well! Look who has joined me in this lovely place! Megan, my dear sister and my dear betrayer!” I said as the smile folded quickly.
“I never thought I would see the day! You know, I always wondered what it would take for us to be reunited, and I guess this is it!” I mocked her as she stared.
“Haha, the irony is just delicious! You exposed me, and now you are exposed too! I mean, not literally, of course…” I said smiling.
“Although, these prison uniforms aren’t exactly flattering, are they?” I said and laughed hysterically.
“Oh, Megan, Megan, Megan…” I continued.
“I am so glad you are here! We are going to have so much fun catching up, reminiscing about old times, and making new memories… behind bars!” I revealed.
“I know, I know, it’s not the reunion I had hoped for, but at this point, I will take what I can get!” I told her.
” And who knows, maybe we will even get to share a cell! Would not that be something?” I continued as Megan ignored.
“Okay, okay, I know I should be angry, bitter, and all that!” I said.
“But honestly, I am just so happy to see my dear sister again! So, welcome to the club, Megan! Welcome to prison!” I said with my hands wide apart.
My smile falter as Megan turned and walked away, ignoring me. My eyes narrowed, and my heart began to race with anger. I could not believe she was still giving me the cold shoulder, even after all this time.
“Hey, nice to see you too, sis!” I called out, my voice laced with sarcasm.
“Glad to see you’re still as warm and fuzzy as ever! I mean, who needs a friendly conversation when you can just walk away and leave me standing here like a fool?” I think.
I watched as she continued to walk away, her back straight and her head held high. My anger boiled over, and I felt tempted to march after her and confront her. How could she still be so cruel?
But I didn’t.
Instead, I took a deep breath and let out a slow sigh.
I was not going to let her get to me. I wasn’t going to let her see how much she still had the power to hurt me. I had come too far, survived too much, to let her bring me down now.
I turned and walked in the opposite direction, my eyes scanning the prison yard for someone, anyone, else to talk to.
I spotted a group of women playing cards and made my way over to them. Maybe, just maybe, I could find some peace, some sense of belonging, among strangers. Because with Megan, it was clear I was never going to get it.
That’s my tent there!” I said and hoped there.
“Hey, Lily, I cannot believe you let Kayla escape without you,” one of the women said, shaking her head.
“You are so dumb for trusting her.” The other answered.
I felt a surge of anger at the woman’s words, but I tried to keep my cool.
“I did not let her escape,” I said calmly.
“She tricked me, okay? And I am not dumb. I’m just… trusting.” They said.
The woman sneered.
“Trusting? Ha! You are gullible, Lily. Kayla played you like a fiddle, and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker.” She told me.
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment and anger.
“Shut up,” I said with my voice low and even.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said.
The woman smiled, a mean glint in her eye.
“Oh, I know all about it. Kayla’s been bragging about how she pulled the wool over your eyes. You’re a joke, Lily. A naive little fool who can’t even take care of herself.” She said laughing.
I clenched my fists, trying to keep my temper in check. But it was hard. Very hard. Especially when this woman was so clearly enjoying my misery.
“Kayla’s dead,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“She is not alive to brag about anything.” I told them.
The women laughed, their eyes mocking me.
“Oh, sure, Lily,” one of them said.
“And I am the Queen of England.” She added.
I felt a surge of frustration.
“I am telling you; she is dead! I saw her die, okay? She is not alive to trick me or anyone else.” I told them.
But the women just laughed again, their voices dripping with disbelief.
“You are so gullible, Lily,” one of them said.
“You’ll believe anything, won’t you?” They laughed.
I shook my head, feeling a sense of desperation. Why wouldn’t they listen to me? Why wouldn’t they believe me?
I knew what I saw, and I knew Kayla was dead. But no one seemed to care. No one seemed to believe me.
“Fine,” I said, turning away from them.
“Don’t believe me. But I know the truth, and that’s all that matters.” I said.
I walked away, feeling a sense of isolation and loneliness. No one understood me. No one believed me. I was alone in this place, with no one to turn to.