The Cop and the Criminal's Silent Kisses

The Cop and the Criminal’s Silent Kisses

I woke up the next morning thinking about Drake, again.  I yawned and stretched my arms as I sat up in my bed.  I leaned over and pulled open my small, rusty bedside drawer and pulled out my tiny mirror.  As I looked at my reflection I sighed – I looked absolutely horrible.  My hair was a mess, my face was blotchy and I could see tears stains from all the crying I had been doing the past few days.  I chucked the mirror onto the end of my bed and covered my face with my hands. 

“Morning” I heard a voice say.  I took my hands away from my face and saw Drake standing there on the other side of the cell bars, hands in pockets, smiling at me. 

“Sleep well?  Looking as beautiful as ever” he told me with a smile.  I assumed he was joking – I looked absolutely hideous.

“Don’t joke around, thanks for making it extra clear that I look ugly” I told him as he got the keys to open my cell door, once again.  As he opened the door he came up to me and whispered

“I wasn’t joking.”  I felt tingles up my spine and shook them off.  I wish he’d stop.  I liked him, a lot, and he liked me too.  But it’s just not right – here I am a criminal, and he is basically a Cop.  Criminal’s and Cop’s are not at all meant to love each other, they are not meant to be anything more than enemies.  If someone saw us, we would be in deep trouble.

He kept his face next to mine and I had to push him away quickly before another police officer would just so happen to stroll by.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me as I gently pushed him away from me.

“Nothing, we just can’t be seen too close to each other.  You’re not even allowed to be in my cell” I said to him nervously. 

“I understand that, really.  We are opposites right?” he replied with a frown.  He was right, a Cop and a Criminal, we were opposites.

“But opposites attract.”  He whispered as he suddenly got close to my face again.  I didn’t push him away this time, because I wanted to be close to him, be with him, kiss him...

He looked into my eyes as he put his fingers through my hair.  As he ran his smooth hands down my arms, he pulled me closer to him.  He leaned in and his lips slowly began to touch...

“WILLIAMS?!” shouted a deep, strong voice down the hall.  We both jumped at the voice.  Our lips were just about touching, but we quickly jumped and pulled away when we heard the voice. “Where the hell is that boy?  DRAKE WILLIAMS!?”  said the loud voice again.

“Oh crap...” whispered Drake.

“I think he went to hall 13 sir!”  I shouted back to the police officer.  I couldn’t see him because he was down the hall, and so luckily he couldn’t see us either.

“Many thanks!”  he shouted in return to me, as he walked down to hall 13.  You could tell he was angry.

“Thanks.” Whispered Drake.

“Go” I told him as he let go of my hand and ran off to meet the police officer who had been looking for him.

I just stood there in the middle of my cell, wondering what just happened.  Me and Drake...kissed?  Well almost.  But we did, didn’t we?  Our lips touched, which means we kissed.  Right?

I couldn’t think properly.  But all I could think about was how wrong the kiss was.  I was a criminal.  He was a Cop.  And we kissed.  That isn’t right, is it?  It doesn’t really sound right if you think about it.   A police officer protects and enforces the law. Prisoners break the law. Two completely different personalities.  And police departments do not allow any sort of relationship between the police officers and the prisoners...I don’t have any idea how Drake is able to come into my cell and talk to me without getting caught every time.