On the flip side~ Strictly Professional Sequel~ Onceler x Reader

You were getting ready to visit Onceler, dressing nicer than usual. You had all the files ready, you even bought a ring he could wear. You already had yours on, you never took it off, truth be told.

"Pip, you ready?"

"Yep!"

You headed out, holding Pippa's hand. You still needed the walking stick, but were cleared to drive a couple days ago. You were happy now you could finally rely on yourself.

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Onceler was over the moon about your proposal, telling Bill and other inmates about the news.

"I'm getting married!"

"Again?" Bill and a few others chuckled at Oncelers excitement.

"Yes, again. Same girl though"

"Y/N? Again?"

"Yes, again. Just be happy alright?"

"Yeah yeah" Bill returned his gaze back to the card table, chuckling to the others.

"Something funny?" Onceler asked.

"Well, it's kinda funny Lers." One inmate said.

"It's not funny!" Onceler said particularly loud, catching the guards attention.

"I'M GETTING MARRIED, HOW IS THAT FUNNY?" Onceler bickered with the others.

The guards looked over at Onceler, whispering to each other.

"He ain't gettin' married, not on my watch" One guard said, the other nodded.

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You entered the prison, going through security. A guard stopped you, pointing at the flashing red light above you. You weren't carrying anything, what could it be?

"What ya got huh? You ain't coming in"

"I don't have anything! You've already searched me! This is ridiculous!"

"I can't let you in ma'am, you've been flagged up." He again pointed to the red flashing light, indicating you were trying to smuggle something in.

"You don't understand, I'm getting married. I swear I don't have anything. Let me in!" Your anger rose up, taking charge. Probably not for the best.

"No can do, turn around and leave before this gets ugly."

"No! No I won't! I am getting married! You fucking asshole!" You tried to push past the guard.

"You can either leave, or be banned from visiting" The guard spoke, glaring down at you. You saw red.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? YOU CAN'T DO THIS. LET ME THE FUCK IN RIGHT NOW!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, the guard flinched slightly.

"Miss L/N, I am warning you. Leave now or never come again." The guard looked down to Pippa, who looked extremely frightened.

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO NOT LET ME IN I WILL BURN THIS SHITHOLE DOWN!" Anger burned through your body, making you completely uncontrollable.

"That's it. You are now permanently banned from visiting Greenville County Prison. Hope that was worth it" The guard smirked, grabbing your arm and leading you out the building. You struggled against him, but he was too strong.

"You can't do this. Please" You pleaded, the guard just shook his head, shoving you out the building. You were left crying your eyes out on the ground, Pippa looked startled.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" You cried, sadness replacing the anger you previously felt. Pippa tugged at you to get up, but you couldn't feel her. You felt like a part of you had been torn up and thrown in the trash. You couldn't see Onceler again. Ever. The gravity of the situation dawned on you.

You looked up at the prison, then at Pippa. She looked so scared. You found the courage to stand up, sniffling. You felt as if you were mourning the loss of a loved one. Waves of guilt, sadness and anger crashed through you, sustaining the streams of tears pouring from your eyes. You squeezed Pippas hand tightly, trying to alleviate the pain you felt. You started towards the car, sobbing loudly as you did.

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Onceler walked back to his cell, sitting down with a huff.

"She didn't show up" He murmured. Bill looked over, sighing.

"I told ya kid. Too good to be true. Give up while your ahead" Bill advised.

Onceler stared at the ground blankly, trying to think of any possible reason you didn't show up. You called him this morning. Nothing could've gone wrong in an hour.  Could it? Why did you do this to him?

He came to the conclusion that it had all been a mind game, you were getting back at him for what he did. It was a mind game, you didn't really love him. It was all fake, all of it.

He stared at the floor, his mind repeating those words.

It was all fake.

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When you got home, Oliver was already there. You had called him before so he could take care of Pippa. You didn't even spare him a glance before you headed to your bedroom, letting the darkness swallow you.

You collapsed onto the bed, dark thoughts absorbing your mind. You couldn't cry, you just laid there.

Oliver walked in, switching the light on. You were a mess, puffy eyes and flushed cheeks. He looked at you sadly.

"Leave this room. Please" You were done with all of it. You just wanted to lay there.