Megan
I adjust my suit as best possible with my cuffs as I enter court. Shawn sits on the other side of the room trying to squint and do extra seductive shit.
I just find it annoying.
When I first met him, it was roughly between my junior and sophomore year. He claimed to like anime, he had a nice car, and that enticed me.
Now that we've seen where that got me, we can understand where my mistake was.
I'll be honest I never liked him, I just liked his money and company. Everything about him was repulsing. Fun fact, I never told him I loved him. Never even got the urge to, either.
Towards the end of the relationship I suspected him of cheating but could never confirm due to my random arrest. I was just waiting to catch him, pretend to be sad, rage at him, and break up with him that way.
I take my seat and close my eyes stating a silent prayer in my head.
Please just give me the patience needed and a little more with this man.
While the judge says her rudimentary introduction I let my mind flow to Beyoncé and look away from Shawn.
The last thing I need is to let him think I forgive him or even feel neutral. I should be taking finals, not an oath.
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Beyoncé
Three days later
Shawn didn't put up a fight.
Shawn is in the men's prison about two or three miles from here.
After the holidays, there was an obesity/diabetes scare so they have everyone going outside again so the state won't be dropping so much money on meds. Which means that I got my splendid news in the dining hall by myself with Higgins towering over my shoulder.
I sit reading the letter and can't wait to give this news not only to Megan but my mother and Kelly as well. Higgins' crusty ass puts his hand on my shoulder as I read the letter over.
"I might miss your ass."
"Shut up." I snarl at him.
He lifts his hands in surrender.
I might actually be able to take control of my business again. I might be able to have a do over.
Kelly and my mama ended up knocking some kind of sense into me. I hate how much I resisted. I miss freedom as much guilt as I carry.
As much as I hated the thought of it before, Megan has indirectly convinced me otherwise. I doubt I'm meant to rot around in this damn jail.
Even if we don't become anything after our time this, she's given me hope that maybe I can be something and someone past this cell.
I love her and I hope I can show her before she leaves.
Right as I'm about to get even more lost in thought, I hear a light thud at the door. Megan stands with a mop in hand, and a light layer of sweat on her. She wears a wife beater, with her cleavage making an appearance.
"What do we do with them?" The officer next to Megan asks.
Higgins looks back and forth.
"She doesn't do shit." He points to me. "So leaving them here for twenty minutes won't necessarily hurt, I guess."
He chews the toothpick in his teeth.
