In Dreams

 

By

 

Jan

 

 

Chapter 15

 

 

“Hi, Nikki,” the soft dulcet tones of the Wing Governor spoke from the doorway.

 

Nikki smiled at the sound of Helen’s voice and looked up from her book. “Miss Stewart, hi,” she said pleasantly.

 

Helen came all the way into the cell. Since that day in her office there had been an uneasy sort of peace between them. “What’s that you’re reading?”

 

Nikki closed the book and placed it on the bunk beside her. “’Jane Eyre’. I’ve always fancied myself as ‘Rochester’. Just got to find myself a ‘Jane’,” she replied raising suggestive eyebrows. A teasing smile played around her lips when she realised how uncomfortable Helen was looking.

 

“I’ve…er…noticed you spend a lot of the time reading or in the library,” Helen began tentatively. “Have you ever considered further education? You could do an English Lit course.”

 

Nikki gave a surprised laugh. “Further education? Me?”

 

“Why not?” Helen continued with more confidence. “There’s always the Open University.”

 

“Do you know how long it is since I left school?” Nikki demanded incredulously.

 

“So? You’re never too old to learn. Why don’t you give it a shot?” Helen asked then with a smile added, “For me?”

 

“Why not? For you,” Nikki agreed cautiously. “What would I have to do?”

 

“For now, just leave it to me.”

 

“Thanks, Helen…I’m sorry…Miss Stewart,” she apologised quickly.

 

“I don’t mind, as long as no one else hears you. It beats bloody ‘ma’am’,” she added under her breath.

 

“Sorry?” Nikki frowned.

 

“Nothing,” Helen laughed. “I’ll find out about that course for you. See you later, Nikki.”

 

“See you…Helen,” she said softly.

 

Helen walked down the wing, greeting several of the inmates. She couldn’t believe the change in Nikki Wade these past few weeks. She seemed to be trying to keep out of trouble and was actually beginning to co-operate.

 

The words blurred as Nikki looked down at her book. She really enjoyed talking to Helen Stewart and at least she treated people like human beings. She closed the book and tossed it back onto the bunk. What a bloody joke! The highlight of her day was flirting with one of her gaolers!

 

 

“I’ve decided to move Nikki Wade onto G3,” Helen announced at the next briefing. She hesitated slightly, waiting for the repercussions at her words and she wasn’t disappointed.

 

“You what?” Fenner, who had been leaning nonchalantly against the filing cabinet, exploded. “The biggest bloody trouble-maker in Larkhall and you’re putting her on Enhanced!”

 

“She’s been really trying…”

 

“Well, you’re right there, since the first bloody day she came in here!” he interrupted facetiously.

 

Helen cast him a scornful look. “As I was saying, Nikki is really trying to improve her behaviour. She’s being co-operative; I’ve even got her to agree to take an Open University course. I think she should be rewarded.”

 

“Why don’t we give her a weekend pass?” Sylvia Hollamby put in sarcastically.

 

“I agree with Helen,” Dominic McAllister ventured bravely.

 

“Nothing new there then,” Fenner muttered in disgust.

 

“This is getting us nowhere!” Helen retorted. She looked around at her officers defiantly. “My mind is made up. Sylvia, I’ll leave you to tell Nikki the news.”

 

“That’s right, give me all the plum jobs,” Sylvia grumbled under her breath.

 

Helen sighed. Apart from Dominic, she always seemed to be at loggerheads with her staff. She let Sylvia’s comment go over her head and stood up. “That will be all, thank you.” She walked out of the office knowing that as soon as her back was turned the knives would be out.

 

 

Nikki was lying on her bunk, smoking, when Bodybag appeared in the doorway of her cell wearing an expression that would have turned milk sour. “What can I do for you, Sylvia?” she demanded insolently before taking a long draw at her cigarette and blowing out a thin stream of smoke.

 

“You can give me less of your cheek for a start,” Sylvia replied caustically. “Get your things together, you’re moving out!”

 

“What?” Nikki rose slowly to her feet. “I haven’t done anything! You can’t ship me out!” she exclaimed frantically. She couldn’t leave Larkhall and…

 

“Helen Stewart, in her infinite wisdom, has decided to move you onto G3.” Sylvia sniffed disapprovingly. “If it was up to me, you’d be on the block…permanently!”

 

“Enhanced? I…I don’t understand,” Nikki replied, totally bemused.

 

“Me neither!” Sylvia agreed. “Now, hurry up, I haven’t got all day!”

 

Nikki tossed her cigarette into the toilet and hurriedly gathered together her belongings. She couldn’t believe it…Enhanced! Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever move from Basic.

 

Tears filled her eyes as she looked around what would be her home for the foreseeable future. It was amazing what a pair of curtains and a duvet could do for a girl!

 

“I’ll be watching you, Wade!” Sylvia threatened. “One wrong move and I’ll have the greatest pleasure bouncing you all the way back down to G1!”

 

“Don’t worry, Sylvia,” she promised with a mocking smile. “I’ll make sure I don’t give you any pleasure!”

 

The prison officer gave her a suspicious look, at a loss to know whether she was joking or not, before sniffing loudly and waddling out of the cell.

 

    

Helen closed the front door wearily behind her and dropped her bag in the hallway.

 

“Don’t take your coat off!” Sean ordered from the living room. “We’re going out.”

 

She raised her eyes to the ceiling then forced a smile to her lips as he came into the hallway to join her. “Where are we going?” she asked trying to sound enthusiastic.

 

“Out for a meal with Charles and Sarah.” He kissed her cheek then steered her in the direction of the front door, stopping only to give her time to pick up her bag.

 

“I do wish you wouldn’t do this, Sean,” she said tetchily as she opened the front door.

 

He looked at her in surprise. “I thought you would enjoy it after being stuck in Larkhall all day.”

 

“That’s just it, I’ve been stuck in that place all day now all I want to do is crash out!”

 

“Come on,” he coaxed. “We won’t stay out too late then when we come home I’ll massage your feet for you.”

 

“Helen smiled resignedly. “You certainly know how to get round me, don’t you?”

 

He laughed and kissed her hard on the lips. “Anything for you.”

 

“Anything?” she asked teasingly. Sean nodded. “How about giving the women some gardening tips?”

 

“You are joking? Right?” he asked hopefully.

 

“Wrong! I’m not joking. Some of the women take a real interest in the garden and I think they would enjoy a talk given by a professional.” Helen smiled to herself at his sudden look of interest. She knew she had him hooked now she had flattered his fragile male ego.

 

“OK,” he agreed. “I have a free day next week. Will I get to meet your precious Nikki Wade?”

 

Helen looked at him in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

 

“Well, there aren’t many nights when her name doesn’t come into the conversation.” He locked the front door and pushed the keys into his pocket.

 

“Don’t exaggerate, Sean!” she retorted. “I’ve mentioned her a couple of times.”

 

“It’s a little bit more than that, Helen,” he replied accusingly. “I was beginning to think you had a fixation with her.”

 

“You’re talking crap! She’s just another prisoner!” Even as the words left her lips, she knew that wasn’t strictly true. Maybe she had been singling Nikki out as a special case. “Come on, let’s go!” she snapped and hurried down the steps.

 

 

It was lunchtime and the smell of over-cooked cabbage filled the air. Nikki pushed her food thoughtfully around her plate. On her way down to the dining room she had bumped into the Wing Governor on the stairs. It was the first chance she’d had to speak to her about the move to Enhanced and it had been embarrassing having to feel grateful to a screw but Helen’s smile of pleasure at her words had made her glad she had taken the time to thank her. Helen had said ‘don’t let me down’ but she knew that was something she would never do.

 

“Miss Stewart has arranged for a landscape gardener to come in and give us a talk,” Monica announced as she slid into the seat beside her.

 

“When’s this?” she asked before taking a drink of luke-warm tea from her mug.

 

“Next Thursday,” Monica replied, shaking salt over her shepherd’s pie. “It’s up on the notice board. I thought I might go. How about you?”

 

“Yeah, why not? I can pick his brains.” She took a mouthful of food then grimaced. “Bloody hell! There’s more gristle than meat in this pie. No wonder you never see any rats around this place!” she exclaimed then added with a smile. “Apart from Fenner!” She dropped her cutlery onto her plate in disgust and leaned back in her chair. “I bet you’re looking forward to seeing Spencer tomorrow, aren’t you?”

 

Monica laid her knife and fork down and pushed her plate away. “I can’t wait,” she said happily. “It will be lovely to see him again.”

 

“What about Spencer’s father? Did they ever meet?”

 

“Only once,” Monica replied sadly. “When he saw Spencer had Down’s Syndrome he didn’t want to know.”

 

“He sounds like my father. He couldn’t cope with knowing I wasn’t perfect either,” came the bitter response.

 

“Well, you didn’t turn out so badly,” Monica said kindly.

 

Nikki laughed in surprise. “I don’t think he would agree with you there, Monica. I’m serving life for killing a copper.”

 

Monica took hold of her hand and gripped it tightly. “You were helping a friend, Nikki.”

 

“Yeah. Pity you weren’t the judge,” she said wryly.

 

 

Nikki’s heart sank when she saw Shell Dockley and Denny Blood heading in the same direction she and Monica were. She nudged Monica. “I don’t bloody believe it! Those two don’t know one end of a spade from another so why are they going to a gardening talk?”

 

“You know Dockley, any excuse to skive off,” Monica muttered.

 

“If she starts any bother I’m going to thump her! Helen…” she stopped, mentally reprimanding herself for the use of the Wing Governor’s first name but Monica seemed not to have noticed. “Miss Stewart organised this as a treat for us and I’m not letting those two spoil it.”    

 

The guy giving the talk was a bit of a wimp but he seemed to know his stuff and Nikki listened appreciatively to what he had to say.

 

Unfortunately, Shell and Denny had other ideas and took every one of his comments as a sexual innuendo.

 

“Why don’t you shut it, Shell?” Nikki exclaimed after a while. “Some of us are interested.”

 

“Have you got a garden at home?” Sean asked Nikki, grateful for her intervention.

 

“No, but I did quite a bit of gardening a few years ago,” she informed him pleasantly. “And I work in the prison garden.”

 

“Let me know if you need any help,” he offered.

 

“Thanks, I’ll remember that,” she replied gratefully. “And thanks for coming today.”

 

“Thank Helen, she badgered me into it,” he said with a grin.

 

“Did I hear my name mentioned?” Helen asked as she suddenly appeared beside him. She smiled at Nikki. “Everything alright?”

 

“Yeah, it was great, thanks,” the inmate enthused. “Very informative.”

 

“You owe me,” Sean teased as he slipped an arm around Helen’s shoulders.

 

She felt strangely uncomfortable at his action, especially when she saw the surprised look on Nikki’s face and felt she owed her an explanation. “Sean is my…”

 

“Fiancé,” he put in proudly. “She asked me to marry her this morning.”

 

Helen groaned inwardly at his admission. He had mentioned marriage that morning but she hadn’t given him her answer, although he seemed to take it for granted she would say ‘yes’.

 

Nikki looked taken aback. “Well, I’ve learnt quite a few things today,” she said bitterly. Her eyes lingered on Helen before she turned with a muttered ‘Miss’ and blindly left the room.

 

Helen watched her go, suppressing an uncontrollable urge to chase after her.

 

“Are you going to treat me to lunch?” Sean asked as he slid his arms around her.

 

“If you like,” she gave him a weak smile, although she felt like slapping him. In a matter of minutes she felt he had undone all the good work it had taken her weeks to achieve with the inmate.

 

 

Nikki slammed compost into a plant pot and stabbed at it with a trowel. The Wing Governor had a boyfriend…so what? She should have known there was someone waiting at home for her, the woman was too beautiful not to have a partner. Not that it had anything to do with her. She slammed more compost into the plant pot as tears misted her eyes.

 

The potting shed door opened and she turned her head and found Helen standing there. “You kept that one quiet, didn’t you?” she said accusingly.

 

Helen gave a surprised laugh. “Sorry but it’s not really any of your business.”

 

“What are you doing here then?”

 

“I don’t know,” she admitted honestly. “But I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

 

“Fine!” Nikki snapped. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m busy.”

 

“Does it upset you that Sean and I are getting married?” Helen persisted

 

“Why the hell should it?” she exclaimed.

 

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Helen replied. “Nikki, just what is your problem?”

 

What was her problem? The Wing Governor had a boyfriend and was getting married and she was as jealous as hell, that’s what her problem was! She looked at Helen, shaken by the sudden acknowledgement of her feelings for the woman. Beth, Ros, Annie, Trisha and all the other women she had known…Helen Stewart meant more to her than any of them. She turned away, afraid her emotions would be revealed in her eyes.

 

“Nikki?” Helen said questioningly. “Are you alright?”

 

“I’m fine,” she replied off-handedly. “Now, do you mind leaving me alone!”

 

“As it happens I do mind!” Helen retorted. “Why are you being like this?”

 

Nikki whirled round, her lovely face contorted in anger and confusion. “You really want to know?” she snapped.

 

“Of course I want to know. We were getting along so well, I thought we were friends.”

 

“Friends!” Nikki scoffed.

 

Helen shook her head. Her patience with the fiery inmate was beginning to wear a bit thin. “What the hell is this all about, Nikki?” she demanded.

 

“You really want to know?” Nikki repeated sarcastically. She grabbed hold of Helen’s hand and held it against her own breast. “It’s about this!”

 

 

THE END…(or is it the beginning…?)

 

 

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