(✓) iv.| 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

⁵ dont hurt me, miles

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THE DOORS OF THE INCARCERATION PUSHED OPEN, lexie confidentially walked through of the doors of the prison that fatally held her ex husband behind bars.

and she was going to get him out.

"alexis mandell" she said, already knowing the drill as she walked up to the desk, the front desk lady nodded before she heard the loud buzz of the door.

she eyed the armed police officer standing beside it, glaring at him before she ripped the door open and sat down in the empty seat.

she heard the handcuffs around miles' ankles rattling as he walked to the desk, she noticed that he didn't have handcuffs on his wrists this time.

but she also noticed the tattoos on his fingers, and on his forearm.

she picked up the phone, he did aswell, staring at her with pure anger and hatred in his eyes... he wanted to reach through the glass and...

and...

absolutely—

"—can i help you?" he angrily asked as he spoke into the phone, she seemed very taken aback by his tone of voice, he could read it all over her face.

he was always able to read her like an open book, she was always on display for him... like a blank canvas ready to be pained.

and boy oh boy, did she love his art.

"are you here to hand me another pen and divorce paper to sign? or better yet are you here to tell me that you're with someone else?" he asked angrily,

"with someone else?" she questioned with confusion lacing her tone of voice,

"how dare you show up to my court case with another man by your side?" he tilted his head to the side, the look he gave her genuinely made her feel threatened.

if it wasn't for the thick glass separating them, or the metal handcuffs that confined his legs she was so sure he would jump up and take her into his mind.

show him what he sees every single day, pure insanity.

"wait— ethan and austin? no, no, miles thats why i'm here, they want to help! we found out a way to get you out..." she reassured him, however he laughed into the phone as if something was funny.

"it's over lexie, i got sentenced to life in prison without chance of parole, it's over" he said while shaking his head,

"no, miles! we know violetta isnt dead!" she said into the phone, his jaw hardened as he stared ahead at... whoever she was to him.

nothing, she was nothing to him.

"maybe our stories weren't written in the same book" he never forgot her words that tore him apart like a weakened piece of loose leaf paper.

and after the time he had been doing, he was sure of it, they weren't written in the same book. hell, she was a book of red, blood red, red was her color.

she screamed red, he only saw red when he saw her.

lust, love, and now murder.