High By The Beach
Allie was fuming, her best friend and saviour had tried to kill Bea. Bea a woman she learned more and more about every day, who is so much more sweet and delicate than people presumed. A woman she was learning to love more and more with each passing day. Not that it was hard for her to love Bea.
Allie couldn't bare standing in her cell, trying to contain her anger any longer. She stormed out of her cell, tears still fresh on her face and eyes bloodshot. Her ocean orbs immediately locked on Kaz, who sat on the couch holding a cup of tea shakily as she stared in front of her at nothing.
The tea cup smashed onto the ground after being smacked out of Kaz's hand by Allie, "you're a fucking witch of a woman," her finger pointed accusingly at Kaz's face, "we're done. I'm not going to do shit for you or the stupid ass red right hand ever again," she screeched, tears spilling from her eyes again.
Kaz stood up slowly from her seat, taking a careful step back from Allie. She spoke with caution, "I understand you're upse-"
Allie punched Kaz square in the jaw, cutting her off from finishing her sentence.
"This is what you do to someone who hurts a woman,' Allie shouted. "Right? this is what you deserve isn't it?" She continued as her foot slammed into Kaz's ribs.
Suddenly two hands constrained each of her elbows behind her and pulled her back. "Easy now, Novak," Will Jackson's undeniably kiwi accent attempted to calm her.
"Red right hand retribution," Allie spat as she tried to squirm free from Will's grip.
"We're taking her to the slot," Will explained to Allie.
Officer Stewart handcuffed Kaz who immediately protested, "get your hands off me you dirty dog, you can't take me to the slot. I've done nothing wrong."
"Yeah never in your life, that's why you're in here," Jake retorted.
"If you don't calm down Novak, I’m gonna have to slot you too," Will warned a still struggling Allie.
"Fine, I'm calm," Allie responded in an angry tone.
Will hesitated slightly before letting go of his grip on the girl, "Governor wants to speak with you, anyway."
Allie furrowed her brows, "what about?"
"Ah, Bea Smith," Will answered, he shrugged with his hands on hips. "I presume," he added.
“Righto, if it gets me away from her,” Allie sassed, tilting her head in Kaz’s direction.
As Will escorted Allie down the corridor towards Vera’s office, Kaz shouted, “it wasn’t me, Allie! It was Joan! You’ve gotta believe me!”
Allie lifted her free arm up in the air to flip Kaz the bird, her gaze not leaving the direction in front of her. She wanted nothing to do with Kaz, anymore.
Will knocked on the office door, a chirpy, “come in!” from Vera inviting them inside. “Do take a seat, Novak,” she ordered, politely.
Allie looked at her from the space in front of the door, that Will shut on his way out, with her arms crossed. “Is Bea alright?” she demanded.
“Sit down, Novak,” Vera authorised back, mimicking the prisoner’s tough demeanour by folding her arms over her chest.
With a scoff she plonked herself on the office chair in front of the Governor’s desk. It looked and felt no different to being called to the principal’s office, which Allie had much experience with. “Well?” she questioned, impatiently.
“Smith will be transferred from the hospital back to our infirmary, later this afternoon. She will be allowed to have someone stay with her in there tonight, we will ask her who she wants that to be, later,” Governor Bennett explained.
“Can I visit her when she gets here?” Allie asked.
Vera thought for a moment before answering, “ah, no. She is not to have visitors for a few days, a part from the one person she chooses. That’s if she wants someone in there with her at all.”
Allie swung her head back with something that came out as a mix of a groan and sigh, “that’s bullshit.”
“We don’t want her thoughts to be muddled by different people talking to her, while her memory is still fuzzy. One person she trusts only, sorry,” Vera said in an apologetic tone.
“Okay,” Allie nodded, with a whisper and rubbed her face in frustration.
Vera leaned her arms forward on the desk, “now, what can you tell me about what happened?” her expression stony and serious.
“Joan tried to kill Bea,” Allie shrugged with annoyance. It wasn’t that hard to figure out.
“Yes, I know. But I’m going to need a more descriptive recount of what happened if Joan is to receive proper,” Vera paused to think of an appropriate word to use, “retribution," she leaned back in her seat again, proud of her wording.
Allie then gave Vera a detailed report on how Kaz and Joan had planned the whole thing behind her back, that when Kaz found out that Joan was the reason why she was in prison and not Bea, Kaz attacked Joan and Allie tried to resuscitate Bea. The vision of Bea lying almost lifeless on the ground, her lungs filled with fluid, caused Allie to cry. The image will most certainly haunt her, even after Bea is fully recovered. She continued to say that Will gave her CPR, while officer Stewart separated Joan and Kaz, Vera smiled at the mention of Jake. “And that’s basically it,” she sobbed.
“Thank you, just one more question,” Vera announced.
“Sure,” Allie accepted, even though it wasn’t exactly optional.
“Do you have any idea how Joan knew Bea would be in the kitchen and alone?” Vera asked.
“Uh, yeah. Kaz distracted everyone with that sit in for Maxine thing,” Allie answered.
“Yes, but why was Smith in the kitchen? She works laundry” Vera stated with suspicion.
“Oh, right. She- um. I asked her to meet me there, but then Kaz came and got me,” Allie answered.
Vera smirked, folding her arms again, “And why were you wanting to meet Smith in the Kitchen?”
“To discuss… Hair?” Allie said as if it were a question.
Vera just rose a brow in response. “Will!” she called.
The door swung open and Bridget walked in. “I just spoke with Bea in the infirmary. She has requested for Liz Birdsworth to come see her.”
Allie couldn’t help but feel disappointed that Bea requested for Liz instead of her. A horrible thought then crossed Allie’s mind, ‘what if she thinks that I set her up, to be killed? That this was my plan from the start.’
“She also begged me to try and convince Allie here, that she go into protection until Bea’s back into gen-pop,” Bridget said to Vera, and turned her head to Allie to give her a sneaky wink.
“It’s up to you, Novak,” Vera said.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Allie replied.
“Are you sure?” Vera checked, “there’s no one who will be trying to hurt you, that we should know about?” she tried to snake Allie into lagging. ‘Nice try” Allie thought.
“Nope,” She smiled confidently, happy knowing Bea wasn't so faraway anymore.
//
Bea tried to recall how she ended up in the nurse’s office, laying on the bed with Liz sitting on a stool next to her, but the events were a blur, like her memory of what happened was wet paint that had been smeared with a sponge. She could remember parts of sentences of things that were said to her though, an idea that kept replaying over and over, was something along the lines of how ‘she would watch the ones she loves leave and be nothing but a painful memory for them.’
“Hey, hey Bea,” Liz said softly, “do you want me to read you this article on Kim Kardashian. You know, to take your mind off things for a bit, love?”
Bea fluttered her eyes, as if to say ‘if you wish’, she still felt too dazed to speak coherently.
“Alrighty, how about I just skim read it, and give you the main bullet points, aye?” Liz nodded, agreeing with her own suggestion. “Let’s see, oh, it says here, her and Kanye might be getting a divorce, that’ll be right.” “blah, blah, blah. Something to do with money,” “isn’t it always,” Liz commented with a playful scoff.
It looked like Liz was in a chatty mood, Bea opened her eyes to a squint. “Have you seen Allie?” she croaked.
“The little blonde Polish lass?” Liz asked, “Yeah, she was a right mess. Not in a bad as state as you though,” Liz joked, cackling to herself, “but she definitely seemed well shook by what happened or whatever,” Liz waved her hand dismissively.
“Can you find out if she’s gone in to protection for me?” Bea pleaded weakly.
“Yeah, sure. I can do that,” Liz shook her head with her brows furrowed, trying to think as to why Bea was requesting this. “Listen, I tell ya what. I’ll go see if I can find out now, while you give yourself a bit of a rest.”
“Thanks,” Bea whispered.
“And I’ll leave the Australian Women’s Weekly on this stool, so if you get bored you can educate yourself on the important issues of the current world,” Liz chuckled to herself.
As Liz started heading for the door, Bea said as loud as she could manage, “No one is to hurt her.”
With a confirming nod, Liz left.