Justice Deferred
By: Alex. P
For Disclaimers see Chapter 1
Chapter 15
Cam sat on the edge of the bunk and watched Cheryl's body as the convulsions
of her orgasms subsided to a more tolerable level. She slowly smiled at the
incredibly beautiful young woman knowing that falling in love wasn't going to
be a problem it was clear to her they were far beyond that now. She leaned and
captured Cheryl's swollen lips with her own. They shared a soul-searing kiss;
they reluctantly separated and once again gazed deep into each other's eyes.
"Cam, I didn't..." Cheryl was interrupted when two long slender
fingers pressed softly on her lips.
"Hush now sweetheart," Cam reassured her lover "it's better if
we don't talk till tomorrow. K?"
Cheryl looked up into those clear sapphire eyes, and saw the love she was
feeling being reflected back to her, and silently agreed to leave it until
their usual afternoon talks. Cam pulled her up and sat at the end of the bunk
so that Cheryl's head rested in her lap. Cheryl lay there and let the simple
pleasure of the moment wash over her, while Cam gently and lovingly stroked her
lovers' soft golden blonde hair. Cheryl didn't remember when she fell asleep
but sometime during the night she did and when she finally woke the next
morning she was alone. As mysteriously as she appeared Cam had disappeared. Cheryl
reminded herself to find out how her friend was able to move around
whenever she wanted despite securely locked doors.
She went about the next day like she always did, except on this day time seemed
to almost stand still. Finally it was time for lunch as usual they were all
brought back for head count. While Cheryl stood there waiting for the guards to
finish the required counting, her mind wandered back to the night before. She
had tried to fight sleep so that she could take a turn exploring Cam's tempting
body, like she had been waiting to do for over a year, but Cam talked her into
laying down, and relaxing saying that if necessary they would get together the
next night. So that the small exhausted blonde could reciprocate for the
attentions Cam had already lavished on her body.
The thoughts of her new lover were interrupted by the grumbling of the other
inmates at how long the head count was taking. Things were taking a strange
turn, and nothing good ever came from disrupting the inmates' schedule. Then
just as some of the women were being released to go to lunch two guards stepped
in front of her. One was the guard Captain that was always talking to Cam.
"Cheryl Anne Killian, number 11758?" the first guard asked.
"Y-yes?" she answered confused.
"You have visitors." the guard told her with a smile "They are
taking you to Jefferson City, gather your belongings and come with us you, wont
be returning."
Cheryl was stunned; somehow she was able to get her things together. She only
took the barest of essentials, leaving the rest knowing that Cam and Maria
would keep it for her in case she needed it again. She was confident it would
be there when she came back from where ever these people were taking her. But
if it turned out she didn't need them again, then she knew that the two women
would see to it the things went to women that needed them. As she was being led
out Cheryl felt someone watching her, and knew instinctively that it was Cam.
She stopped and turned looking up at the tall dark stoic figure that was
looking down at her from the third tier rail. If you didn't know her you'd
think Cam felt nothing for the short blonde being led unknowingly to her
freedom, but even as far away as she was Cheryl could see the cerulean blue
eyes shining with unshed tears, and through them the saddened soul that was
being ripped to shreds.
"You knew." Cheryl mouthed to the woman she knew was her soulmate.
With a slight nod Cam confirmed the blonde's suspicions.
A single tear fell from the corner of her eye as Cam mouthed back to the woman
who was about to leave with her heart and soul.
"Goodbye my little love"
Cam stood at that rail for nearly two hours, staring at the exit door that
had closed on her heart. She felt like a hollow shell, nothing mattered to her
at that moment.
"She wont be back you know." a voice hissed from behind her, "I
saw the paper work in the guard room. She's free beauty. They've set her free
and she's leaving you."
"I knew Spook." Cam whispered "I already knew."
"Do you think she'll remember you, my beauty?" the psychotic voice
taunted "By this time next week you'll be a dim memory and by next month
she'll have forgotten you completely."
Cam turned and focused, her cold empty almost colorless blue eyes on the
painfully thin woman leaning in the cell door that had been behind Cam as she
watched her lover leave this hell hole.
"I hope you're right Spook." Cam said and turned to walk to her cell
hoping that her long time nemesis didn't see the silent tears that were flowing
uncontrollably from her eyes, the blood from her dying soul.
Soon the sounds of old blues singers were coming from the darkened cell. After
that day things remained as quiet as possible given the location. Cam and her
friends carried on as usual, and Cam immersed herself in her work out as she
always did when she was hurting. She accomplished what others believed
impossible; she buffed up even more. The group continued to help any and all
that they could. Cheryl tried to visit but as she always had Cam refused to see
any and all visitors except her lawyers. She tried to write, but all her
letters were returned unopened, and marked "Delivery Refused".
At a loss for how to proceed Cheryl settled in and concentrated on passing her
Bar Exam as Cam would have wanted her to do. The lawyers that had taken over
her case not only got all charges dismissed and expunged from her record, they
had also gotten her a large settlement from the state for wrongful imprisonment
that made it possible for her to take some special classes to help her pass her
exam and to live comfortably as well. When she passed the bar with a nearly
perfect score Cheryl was offered a position at the law firm that had gotten her
out of prison.
Cam continued to serve her sentenced time, she was offered parole every six
months but she kept turning them down saying she would not leave until she no
longer had to deal with the state of Missouri that knew she was innocent but
refused to drop the charges and set her free because she'd been forced to sign
a bogus plea bargain. Saying that it was iron clad, so they kept an
"innocent" woman locked up in max wing. Cam stayed knowing that her
life could get a lot
worse if she allowed a government agency to become involved. So she opted to
wait until she could leave free and clear of any ties to the Department of
Corrections for the rest of her life.
None of this was new to Paula, but she remembered she was bothered by the
personality changes she saw in Cam. After the little blonde left something
seemed to disappear from the tall beautiful and once dynamic woman. While she
was still a force to be reckoned with, there was no fire in her eyes anymore.
As if she no longer cared about anything or anyone. The once intensely
emotional woman was now just going through the motions of what she had sworn to
do.
In fact it looked as if, if it weren't for the vow, Cam would have simply forgotten
about the people that needed her so badly. Paula wasn't the only one worried
about Cam; Maria was going out of her mind trying to come up with a way to
bring back her friend.
Cam's cold treatment toward others had even been turned toward the pretty,
big-hearted Mexican woman. Even during the dark times, after Cam had learned of
Deb's betrayal, Maria had been able to reach her through the walls that pain
had built around the dark woman's heart. She had been able to get some response
from her friend, but this time even she couldn't reach the cold stoic woman.
Several nights were spent laying in her giant lover's arms trying to think of
ways to bring Cam out of the depression that was threatening to swallow Maria's
closest friend next to Malinda.
"I'm telling you mi amada, it is like she has died inside, you know."
Maria said one night after a particularly rough confrontation with the dark
uncaring woman "It is like she has taken all her feelings and emotions
along with the light in her soul and walled them up in a place where even she
can't reach them."
"She's hurting pretty bad love" Malinda said, even though the gentle
giant of a woman wasn't very happy with their friend because of the way her
attitude hurt Maria. "I know she was the one that got Cheryl out of here,
but somewhere deep inside of her she feels hurt, and angry because the woman
she loves more than life itself is out there and she's in here."
None of the group was able to think of a way to reach their lost friend. The
walls she put up around herself were too tall and too thick, and now that she
had given her heart and soul to the little blonde there was little hope that
anyone could reach her. Eventually the group began avoiding the stoic woman,
finally the catalyst everyone was looking for came the night Cam had caught a
couple of chicken-hawks that had cornered a young girl in one of the music
rooms.
The naive, innocent young blonde had been warned to stay away from the sound
proof rooms, but her only true love was playing her violin. Usually she had a
couple of friends that went with her just for the privilege of hearing her
play, but this night they had been both called away to take care of some
official business. The girl refused to miss a night of playing, and since she
had reserved the room she went ahead, and went to the out of the way wing of
the building.
She had really been in the zone that night and was so into her music that she
lost all track of time. The next thing she knew she heard someone clapping
slowly. She looked up and saw two big mean looking women that were looking
rather as if she was a crippled antelope and they were a pair of very hungry
lions.
Cam had taken to going to out of the way places to avoid those embarrassing run
ins with members of the group of women she had once hung around with, she had
spent the evening listening to some new CDs Paula had brought her after
learning of their shared love of old blues singers. This one was an amazing
remastered recording of Billie
Holiday and Cam loved to listen to Lady Day alone without anything to distract
her from the low sultry sexy voice of the legendary singer.
As she was locking up the music area, which was Cam's job so that she could
stay later and listen to her music in private. It was one of the few pleasures
she had since Cheryl left. As she was about to lock up, Cam heard a muffled
noise in one of the private rooms. Immediately suspicious, she entered the room
and found a naked girl huddle in a corner. Pieces of the girl's clothing and
her beloved violin were scattered all over the room. When Cam calmed her down
enough to get close to her she saw multiple cuts, bruises and the welts of a
belt using the buckle end (wounds she
knew instantly from her childhood). She finally got the girl calm enough to get
an idea what had happened, she described the women well enough for Cam to know
who they were and what they had done to the girl, punching, whipping, the small
glass bladed knife that they had cut her face breasts abdomen and inner thighs
with as their "foreplay".
Then she told Cam how they had taken turns laughing one burning her with
cigarettes while the other used a broom handle on her. That's when Cam looked
down and saw the slowly expanding pool of blood coming from between the girls
legs. She did her best to calm the girl down. Cam slid effortlessly into her
protective mode telling the frightened and badly injured blonde that she had to
go for help, and that a short Mexican woman would return for her, Cam promised
that she would lock the door so no one except Maria could enter.
Maria had just begun her shift when Cam walked through the doors. It was
unusual enough for Cam to be there especially lately, since they hadn't spoken
in weeks, that it quickly drew Maria's attention. As she got near the tall dark
woman Maria noticed that there was a lot of blood on the woman's hands and
shirt. She was about to ask what happened when the woman put the keys to the
music area in her hand.
"Go to the music rooms," the black haired woman told her, "in
room two there's a girl there who needs your services badly, she may be
bleeding to death internally. Please my sweet Rose, hurry!"
That was all she said and before Maria could ask her more the enigmatic woman
was gone, as if she'd never been there. The thing that was really scaring
Maria, was the flat lifeless look in Cam's once expressive blue eyes, and that
the color was almost entirely gone, giving her eyes a sliver appearance, giving
them the look of hard cold steel.
Maria grabbed an orderly, a gurney, and the biggest first aid box and rushed to
the music rooms where they found the badly injured girl. It was very close but
with Maria's experience she was able to save the girls life and keep her
stabilized until transportation was provided to take the girl to the nearby
local hospital.
The girl was kept in the hospital for nearly three weeks. Maria didn't know
what Cam was doing leaving like she did, but the stocky little RN was pissed
off enough to go hunting for the dark enigmatic woman as soon as the girl was
transported. She was passing a dark alcove going to one of Cam's usual quiet
spots where she went to be alone, when a low growling voice called to her from
the shadows.
"Looking for me mi amiga?" the voice inquired, Maria could swear she
could see those silver eyes shining out at her. "What do you want?"
"I want to know why you left that little girl in that room alone and
disappeared" Maria hissed at the hidden woman. "She was scared
shitless and almost died, where the hell did you go that was so important?"
"I knew you would be able to take care of the little one. You did your
part." the voice stated quietly "I went to do my part."
Maria shivered at the flat emotionless way her friend spoke, and when she heard
Cam use her favorite nickname for Cheryl, Maria was getting worried for her
friend, knowing now that Cam had noticed how much the injured girl looked like
Cam's absent lover.
"What do you mean your part?" Maria snapped back at her "and get
out here where I can see you."
A low evil chuckle came from the dark alcove for the second time a warning
chill ran up Maria's spine
"I'd thought to spare you this, my little Rose, but since you
insist." Cam growled back, the sarcasm dripping from her words.
She stepped into the light and Maria gasped and nearly fainted. The woman was
covered in blood and there were bits of tissue stuck to her in various places.
"Ah mia Dios! What have you done?" Maria exclaimed softly and
crossing herself at the sight of the woman. "This is the work of your alma
oscura, have you returned peligrosa? Have you lost to it now? Who will care for
your amada, if you have given in to the beast?"
Cam had already asked herself the same questions already, but now was not the
time. Being a good friend as always, and knowing in her heart that there was
still hope for Cam, Maria took control. Maria's mind was racing to determine
how to take care of her friend. Before Cam finished talking Maria had already
decided what to do to help her friend from losing her way again, and was already
working on various ways of keeping the tall dangerous woman safe from the
authorities and herself.
"Come on I will sneak you into the infirmary showers and give you a change
of clothes."
The woman's no nonsense Nurse mode kicked in and soon Cam was clean and asleep
on one of the infirmary beds. Maria recorded it as one of Cam's migraines and
admitted her until morning. Maria looked over at her restlessly sleeping friend
and shook her head.
"What am to going to do with you chica?" the compassionate woman
asked herself.
Knowing that she, and Malinda were Cam's only chance, the fiercely loyal friend
vowed to herself that somehow she would save her friend, until she was once
again safely in the arms of her guardian angel. Maria knew well enough the task
she had set for her and her lover was daunting, but with a single-minded sense
of duty, the woman was determined to see Cam through this, and when the time
came the dark beauty would walk through those gates and hopefully into the
arms of the one woman on earth that could put the beast in chains and keep it
there forever.