thought I’d come and tell you all that I’m still alive and that I’ll be on more now that I’ve sorted all my shit out. Until then, have my face to keep you company c: 
ps. message me if I owe you a reply. -expects Lizzy to attack inbox- <33
Addy. Prisoner at Paradise.
Okay, Who stole my biscuit stash?
Oh between you and me I might use an empty game board or something to hide them! Aw thanks but really its logic!
No one would ever look there. Board games just bore people now. Logical if you have the brains. 
Okay, Who stole my biscuit stash?
I just have to think of a good spot I guess! I know what you mean but there are easy ways to fix it. For example take another mattress from a cell that is empty and use it. That’s what I did.
I put it in the cupboard near my bed. No one seems to look there … except Alex. But no one is as smart as you, Jamie. They don’t think these things through. 
The devil gets under my skin - Charlie and Addy.
She saw the anger in his eyes, his nose twitch with inpatience and lust. Addy was standing face to face with the devil, yet she couldn’t bring herself to move. She was playing with him, taunting him the way he had her. With every utterance that fell from her lips, she felt herself coming closer and closer to her end. She was playing with fire; it was flickering between them, red and hot. One bad move would cause her to fell the full front of the heat, it would burn her skin, cause her the cry out in pain the way those boys had when they were under her captive. Addy took the tiniest step back, yet she still didn’t back down. She look straight at Uli – but it wasn’t her friend, the one she had spent countless times with – yet it looked like him. His black hair was still messy, as if he hadn’t brushed it after he woke up, he has bags under his eyes, the same manipulative smile. Drawing a deep breath, she listened carefully for any sign of Uli under the mask; it was like he had been trapped and Addy was the one trying to rescue him. However, to say she didn’t know the man in front of her would be a lie. She knew him very well, in fact, they had already had many run ins in the past. Her eyes flicked to his face, inspecting his features; they were cold, the first sign that Charlie had appeared. The next clue, was his lack of patience, his hatred towards everything, living or not. Addyson, flinched a little as his sharp voice hit her ears, “I know your dad beat you,” she retorted quickly, before she was able to stop herself. She knew it was a bad idea bringing it up and she knew she was going to pay for it, but she kept a brave face, “You kept his things too until the fire destroyed them” she continued, her voice never once faltering. She was standing face to face with the devil, and he was deciding her fate.
Charlie’s lip curled in disgust, his fists clenching into tight balls as she continued, trying to reason with him. He barely fucking knew her. Sure, they had their scrapes in the past, but he hadn’t wanted to kill her so badly. Ever. The anger was boiling up inside him with every word she spoke, her words echoing through his brain. His jaw dropped slightly, his eyes narrowed, he let a hiss escape his lips. How fucking dare she. How dare she bring that bastard up?! Nobody ever brought him up! No matter how insufferable he was, nobody spoke of him. She was obviously on some sort of suicide mission… and fuck was he going to make sure she wanted it. Anger flared inside him, “Nobody EVER talks about him! DON’T!” He growled, his fists balling so tightly, his nails dug into his palms. “Don’t even go there, bitch. You don’t have any fucking right to mention him, you don’t have any right to mention his belongings, or ANYTHING about him! Got it?! NOTHING!” He took a step toward her, his brow furrowing, his fists shaking from his rage. “You wanna know something, kid? What he used to do? Every night… every fucking night, he’d come home from the pub… I was eight years old. He’d… he’d come into my room… and he’d hit me until I screamed. Until I cried- until I begged him to stop.. He never did though. I remember, once, he threw a lamp at me. It smashed. A gash above my knee. A scar of who he is. Of what he did. Then another night, he almost knocked my mom unconscious and… then he fucked her. Forcibly. She didn’t want it. She was crying. I could hear everything. Every last detail. Even if I didn’t want to. And trust me I didn’t. The next morning, I went down to make her some coffee because I know what happened… and I dropped a mug. Ha. Just a mug. He ran in. Started shouting. He got my hand, and he opened a draw… then he slammed it shut. Within thirty seconds, he’d broken four of my fingers.” With his words, Charlie found himself advancing on the smaller girl, his grin broadening as he reached out to grab her wrist, gripping it tightly as he pulled her toward him, almost hearing the crack of her shoulder. His other hand snaked up to keep her still as he whispered into her ear. “Now it’s my turn to make someone scream. You’re going to scream for me… mark my fucking words. Nobody messes with Charlie Chambers.” His voice laces with venom, Charlie’s grip tightened still, slamming her petite body against the cell wall.
As soon as the words left Addy’s lips, she regretted them. To think that bringing something so sensitive up would make the situation any better was madness. She listened to his voice, to the strength he had within it, the anger laced with his words. Her body jumped from hot too cold in a matter of seconds as she saw him gaining her, closing the gap. Looking around desperately, she found there was nowhere to run, nowhere to go; she was trapped like a spider in a glass cup. Addy gulped, her lungs burning as she stopped breathing, waiting to see if he would really hurt her. To see if the rumours about Charlie had actually been true, if he was as bad as they had said he was. As he grabbed her wrist, she whimpered as her shoulder was yanked out of position, a searing pain running through her, making her sick to her stomach. However, she ignored it, trying her best to pull her hand from his grasp. Slowly, her eyes looked up at his face, unable to read his expression, unable to dictate whether he was serious or not. Addy felt her back on the cold wall, struggling against him, kicking whenever possible, “Get off me” she shrieked, although there was nothing behind it, “You don’t want to do this. This isn’t you. You’re Uli” she protested, although she knew she wasn’t making the situation any better. Addy pushed herself off the wall, stumbling forward a little, the pain of her shoulder running through her sharply, causing her to wobble. She had tackled Jason before, so why was this so difficult?
Okay, Who stole my biscuit stash?
Oh I normally go in at night to make myself food. But that’s a good idea! Really that sounds heavenly! I’m a little jelly but I got comfortable in my bed so I can’t complain!
Just hide it where someone can’t steal it. Everyone complains about their beds, it’s rather amusing really. 
Okay, Who stole my biscuit stash?
Oh I have my ways, I can be very sneaky if need to, especially if it involves food! I don’t judge, but are you sure because I never heard of this confortable bed that you speak of!
They don’t see to catch you if you go in early in the morning. That’s what I’ve found anyway. No, seriously, my bed is heaven. I guess I got lucky. 
Okay, Who stole my biscuit stash?
That is so smart! I might take your idea and do the same for me, like a late night snack. Oh why was he sleeping in your bed huh?
You just have to sneak into the kitchen first, they try to keep us out of there as best as possible. Jamie, it was nothing sexual, my bed just happens to be one of the most comfortable ones in this joint, he needed a nap. 
Okay, Who stole my biscuit stash?
You have a biscuit stash? Why is this the first time I get to hear about it?
I do have a biscuit stash. Last person to sleep in my bed was Alex, so I’m guessing he took them. 
Okay, Who stole my biscuit stash?
You could have asked first. 
