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“No, we’re leaving,” I spit as I hastily grab a pair of trousers from a drawer.
“What about the girl?” Dax replies, nodding towards the bathroom.
“Fuck if I care. Get a guard to take her back to her bloody cell where she belongs.”
Dax’s eyebrow rises even higher, considering it’s almost at his hairline already. I’m glad he’s finding this amusing.
“Oh, fuck off,” I spit, the rage inside me still boiling.
This girl is fucking me up.
14
THEO
I crawlup against the wall, hugging my legs to my chest, and bury my head into my knees, trying to fight the wave of emotion enveloping me. I take in big breaths, trying to calm myself down, my lungs burning from the pressure of trying to hold my breath under the spray of the shower.
What’s the bastard trying to do? Fucking drown me?
I can’t keep up with him. One minute he’s hot, like boiling hot water that’s scalding to the touch, but within seconds he freezes, colder than ice. I can’t do right from wrong.
He leaves me in the shower after giving me some emotion. A passionate moment that I’ve never shared with anybody before. But to come barging back, basically demanding he take me like a rag doll after dismissing me so easily. I just can’t keep up with him. What does he want from me?
He said he’s had pussy far sweeter, so why does he put us both through this turmoil?
The shower starts to go cold when the door reopens and I lift my head, readying myself for another round of fighting, when my favourite face peeks around the door. Seeing Puck, I lose it. My tears fall and as soon as he scoops me into his arms, I cling on like I’ll never let go.
I refuse to give King any more of me. He doesn’t get my tears, my body, my words, my soul. I’m done.
Puck covers my naked body with a towel and shuts off the shower, walking me away from the room. He doesn’t ask what’s happened. He’s just there for me.
Like always.
* * *
Once we get backto the cells, after being ushered by another guard, who was fortunately holding a clean jumpsuit for me, Puck leads me down to an area of the prison I’ve not been to whilst my cell gets cleaned up from the blood and the dead human who’s currently occupying it.
If you could call him human anyway.
It’s a common room of sorts, some chairs lining up against the walls and tables dotted about here and there. There are a few inmates in here and some of them rake their eyes over my small form, but they know not to come near me with Puck by my side.
The room is cold and dimly lit, the same horrible glow of the light bulb lighting the space as best as it can. God, what wouldn’t I do for some daylight.
Puck walks us over to the corner where five chairs sit, three of them occupied by men. The eldest of the men nods at Puck and subtly at me. He has shoulder-length hair that’s either really greasy or wet from a shower. I can’t tell. He’s skinny, super skinny, and even slouched on his chair, I can tell he’d tower over me.
The man to his right stands and shakes Puck’s hand with that tap to the back men do. He turns to me and smiles a toothless grin and I cringe, a little uncomfortable, unable to decide if his smile is genuine or seedy.
Then finally, the last man slouches on his chair, legs spread out in front of him, taking up a load of space, scowling at Puck.
“Theo, this is Sandy and Ty,” Puck introduces the first two men, the lanky one being Sandy and the toothless guy Ty. “And this prick is Mac.”
The other man sits up and leans over towards Puck, the scowl still in place.
“Fuck off, Puck.”
Puck laughs and sits down on a chair, holding my hand and letting me decide if I’m comfortable. I love him for it, I really do.
“Would you believe he’s mad because he lost an arm wrestle against me?” Puck snickers.
