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- May 27, 2020
"You only really do two days of your time anyhow, the first and the last." Someone had told Thalia Greene that a while ago and she was feeling the truth of it today. Everything seemed to be in slow motion from the moment she opened her eyes to look up at the bottom of her cell mate's bunk for the last time. Everything dragged, from count to breakfast to processing. Sure, along the way everyone was excited for her, but it didn't change how long it took to get her walking out of the gates. And of course along the way she needed to avoid all of the usual suspects who would cut a bitch just to watch her bleed or make he have to stay in the hospital for more than a few days instead of getting out when she wanted.
The skies were overcast and cloudy when she strode out of those prison doors. She rolled her shoulder, her right shoulder, and knew that there was some rain coming. A police officer's hollow-point had found her shoulder when she was running from a house that she and another girl had been planning on burgling. The Round had splintered on her shoulder-blade, left a round white scar the circumference of her thumb print. no more beach dates in cute bikinis for her. Plus it let her know whenever the weather was going to take a turn for the worse.
Stephanie Adrianopoulos was waiting in the jail parking lot with an honest-to-God minivan. Thalia and her mom had gotten used to being confused for sisters over the years, not that it didn't wear on their nerves. Stephanie had had Thalia at too young of an age, with a guy named Alexander Greene who went to the store one day and didn't come back. Stephanie ran a foster home, but she only had one biological daughter. A daughter who had just done two years time, after doing almost a whole other year in the hospital with a handcuff keeping her to the bed. To say she was leaping for joy looking at her daughter walking free was an understatement. She practically suffocated her daughter as she hugged her, kissing her cheeks and running her hands all over her.
"I like what you've done with your hair. It looks good short." Stephanie said, pushing her hair back behind her ears and looking up at her daughter. They had good genes in them, if you liked short girls who didn't seem to age past eighteen. A lot had changed about Thalia's appearance since she had been shot. Along with that scar on her shoulder, she had picked up another on her left cheek, going from just above her jaw to just under her eye. It was thin and straight, a girl had come at her with a razor blade and if Thalia had been any slower she would have lost her eye. She had also cut her hair early, on the outside she had worn her hair long, but long hair and pretty was a way to attract attention that she had done her best to avoid. The last change was hard to see in her prison clothes, but the girls she had run with had held the gym so she had been able to finally get the gains she had been saying she was going to for years before. Plus, now that she was a free woman she would be able to get a diet to match.
The two slid into the minivan, mom up front, Thalia changing in the back. Gone were the prison clothes and back to her old look. Biker jacket and boots, jeans, plain white t, sports bra and hot pants underneath. Add int he industrial in her left ear, helix in the right and double lobes on each and she was starting to feel like her old self again. Feel human.
The two made small talk for the ride from the jail to the nice-ish apartment for a South-side place, where Stephanie lived with four kids that were 'hers' and three or four more that were slipping through the system. As they slipped downt he street Stephanie put on one of those faces that moms do when they want to talk their daughters about not doing the same stupid thing that they themselves did back in the day.
"Baby, maybe you can just stick around here for a day or two, kick back, relax and have the young'uns bring you lemonade?" Stephanie said hopefully. She fixed Thalia with one of those smiles that said she was just trying to save her only blood daughter from heartbreak. Thalia returned her mother's smile with one of her own, filled witht he confidence of youth.
"I've gotta go see her mom, I'm twenty-two, going on twenty-three. She's got my stuff. Besides- she missed a few birthdays." There was hope in her smile, hope that she and Amy could talk, that she could apologize for what she ahd done, and that they could get back to where they were before everything that happened happened.
Not ten minutes after the minivan had pulled into the driveway she was speeding out of it on her bike with her helmet on and Bon Jovi blasting in her ears. It didn't take long for her to pull up on the garage Amy was working at. Place didn't look too busy as she barked her bike and left her helmet hanging from the handlebars. One of the perks of the short hair, no helmet head. Her boots clicked on the pavement as she stepped up towards the garage. Some bigger guy stepped up, wiping grease and oil off his hands. His eyes went up and down, thinking he had a chance.
"Soemthing I can help you with little lady?" He asked and Thalia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "Actually I'm looking for Amy. Is she around?" Thalia asked, trying to play the doe eyed innocent girl. Teh face scar kinda ruined that look for her now though. "Oh."The guy answered, in a way that made Thalia worry about how often girls showed up here looking for Amy. She ahd never even considered the idea that Amy might ahve really moved on from her.
The skies were overcast and cloudy when she strode out of those prison doors. She rolled her shoulder, her right shoulder, and knew that there was some rain coming. A police officer's hollow-point had found her shoulder when she was running from a house that she and another girl had been planning on burgling. The Round had splintered on her shoulder-blade, left a round white scar the circumference of her thumb print. no more beach dates in cute bikinis for her. Plus it let her know whenever the weather was going to take a turn for the worse.
Stephanie Adrianopoulos was waiting in the jail parking lot with an honest-to-God minivan. Thalia and her mom had gotten used to being confused for sisters over the years, not that it didn't wear on their nerves. Stephanie had had Thalia at too young of an age, with a guy named Alexander Greene who went to the store one day and didn't come back. Stephanie ran a foster home, but she only had one biological daughter. A daughter who had just done two years time, after doing almost a whole other year in the hospital with a handcuff keeping her to the bed. To say she was leaping for joy looking at her daughter walking free was an understatement. She practically suffocated her daughter as she hugged her, kissing her cheeks and running her hands all over her.
"I like what you've done with your hair. It looks good short." Stephanie said, pushing her hair back behind her ears and looking up at her daughter. They had good genes in them, if you liked short girls who didn't seem to age past eighteen. A lot had changed about Thalia's appearance since she had been shot. Along with that scar on her shoulder, she had picked up another on her left cheek, going from just above her jaw to just under her eye. It was thin and straight, a girl had come at her with a razor blade and if Thalia had been any slower she would have lost her eye. She had also cut her hair early, on the outside she had worn her hair long, but long hair and pretty was a way to attract attention that she had done her best to avoid. The last change was hard to see in her prison clothes, but the girls she had run with had held the gym so she had been able to finally get the gains she had been saying she was going to for years before. Plus, now that she was a free woman she would be able to get a diet to match.
The two slid into the minivan, mom up front, Thalia changing in the back. Gone were the prison clothes and back to her old look. Biker jacket and boots, jeans, plain white t, sports bra and hot pants underneath. Add int he industrial in her left ear, helix in the right and double lobes on each and she was starting to feel like her old self again. Feel human.
The two made small talk for the ride from the jail to the nice-ish apartment for a South-side place, where Stephanie lived with four kids that were 'hers' and three or four more that were slipping through the system. As they slipped downt he street Stephanie put on one of those faces that moms do when they want to talk their daughters about not doing the same stupid thing that they themselves did back in the day.
"Baby, maybe you can just stick around here for a day or two, kick back, relax and have the young'uns bring you lemonade?" Stephanie said hopefully. She fixed Thalia with one of those smiles that said she was just trying to save her only blood daughter from heartbreak. Thalia returned her mother's smile with one of her own, filled witht he confidence of youth.
"I've gotta go see her mom, I'm twenty-two, going on twenty-three. She's got my stuff. Besides- she missed a few birthdays." There was hope in her smile, hope that she and Amy could talk, that she could apologize for what she ahd done, and that they could get back to where they were before everything that happened happened.
Not ten minutes after the minivan had pulled into the driveway she was speeding out of it on her bike with her helmet on and Bon Jovi blasting in her ears. It didn't take long for her to pull up on the garage Amy was working at. Place didn't look too busy as she barked her bike and left her helmet hanging from the handlebars. One of the perks of the short hair, no helmet head. Her boots clicked on the pavement as she stepped up towards the garage. Some bigger guy stepped up, wiping grease and oil off his hands. His eyes went up and down, thinking he had a chance.
"Soemthing I can help you with little lady?" He asked and Thalia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "Actually I'm looking for Amy. Is she around?" Thalia asked, trying to play the doe eyed innocent girl. Teh face scar kinda ruined that look for her now though. "Oh."The guy answered, in a way that made Thalia worry about how often girls showed up here looking for Amy. She ahd never even considered the idea that Amy might ahve really moved on from her.