Our love

The Visitor

He pulls his fingers out of me and rips his body away. I breath heavily and force my shirt down with an impatient glare in my face. "Michelle Romano" the guard barks, this being his 5th time calling my name with no answer.

I look over to Emilio as the officer pushes himself into the cell. "Are you deaf?" He says. I laugh under my breath at the stillness in Emilios figure.
I shake my head and finally raise my eyes, "sorry I was napping. What's the problem?" I ask.  Twisting inside as his eyes glare down my body.

He places his hands crossed over his crotch and clears his throat, "you have a visitor" he informs. My eyes going wide as my stomach drops in confusion.
"Do you know how to get to visiting rooms?" He asks. Ignoring the uneasy glaze in my eyes. I nod without looking up at him and feel the ground vibrate with his body leaving.

"Lucky bastard" he says to himself. Emilio hums a laugh and turns over slowly. "Oh like you wouldn't guess" he whispers. Lacing a hand up my shirt and on my back. I breath into his touch and look down at him with concern. "I don't know who's here" I say lowly. The discomfort in my body reaching my voice.

"I'll walk you, be happy" he comforts. Pulling me to him and sculpting me in his arms. I hold his shirt to my chest and lift my face, "this feels wrong" I whisper, glancing back and forth through the words that both his eyes express. He kisses me softly and pulls me closer by my waist. "Don't think about it to much. I'll be outside" he mumbles against our mouths.

I deepens our kiss and moan gently as his leg presses in between my thighs with his body flipping over mine. He takes control and laces his fingers around my throat. My face is tilted up as his dips down.

Even if I wanted to, I could never get tired of what he does to me.

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As I walk, everything feels heavy. The air is hard for me to intake and even harder to let go. From time when I was informed of having a visitor to now, it doesn't feel right. I want to claim who's not this visitor, but I'd be lying to myself. I know who's here; I'm terrified to look up because I can smell the trail and linger of Hennessy even if it's a day away.

As I sit down I twist my fingers together and swallow the hardness in my throat while looking at his clean and shiny black shoes.

He leans closer and causes the table to creek.
I flinch and bite my tongue with anger. He blows out a chuckle in his throat and sighs heavily, "my daughter, you look royally fucked!" He laughs loudly, Staring at me in disbelief. I shake my head slowly and finally find the courage to lift my head and stare at him.

My knee bounces and my eyes feel heavy and impossible to keep open or set. "Why are you here, how could you do this to me!" I growl. Staring at him with emotion.

He kisses his teeth softly and dips his eyebrows in awe. "Oh sweetheart, I've always been able to get the worst version out of you all the time. Haven't I?" He challenges. The death in his eyes so vibrant.

I glance behind my shoulder and shatter when no guards are found in sight. Instead, it's his fucking puppets crowed around us with nothing in their eyes.

I inhale a shaking breath and straighten myself in my seat.
"Michelle, look at me" he demands. I clench my jaw and slowly roll my eyes to him. A slim and proud smile floats over him. "What" I grumble. The anger in his eyes bubbling and burning.

I watch as his hand raises and hiss when he connects it to my cheek with no guilt. I hold my body up with my arms and shut my eyes with tears. "Don't fucking talk to me like that, remember who I am" he warns.

I suck in a hard breath of tears and sit myself back up. I sit silent and feel the fleeing urge to cry run over me.
"Now Michelle. I put you in here because you needed some kind of lesson, I've been watching though. I see how unfortunately happy you've gotten. I don't want that" he says, a fake smile flustered in his face.

"But the worst part is that it hurts me! Your letting a piece of shit fuck you knowing what's he's done to us!" He screams. Drowning his words and anger into me.
I tighten my stomach and feel the hairs in my body stand. He knows about Emilio?

"Oh Michelle, I've told you for the past 11 years, your sick. This just proves it more; it just makes it more clear how fucked you really are!" He growls. Throwing his hand across the table and smacking me again.

I let out a cry and shut my eyes tightly. "Dad please, he isn't li"

"No Michelle, don't give me that shit. You never did love your mother, you denied a fucking marriage just to fuck him later. Great fucking job" he claps. Slamming my head down against the metal table once more.

I lay myself there and feel the warm tears drizzle down my face and fall onto the material. I feel the heavy footsteps erupt around me and vanish within seconds.
The blood of my wounds fall into my mouth and pain me internally even more. How can I live with the fear that my father has indulged me in.

And most of all. How can I find peace with what I want if he's ready to swipe it away.

I shoot my body up and breath heavily with the paranoiac thought of Emilio being killed right now. I dart my body out of the chair and fight the nausea that waves over my head.
When I reach the door I bang my fists against it and search my frantic pupils through the little glass.

When I catch his eyes his face twists and drops with worry. It only settles me a little to see him, I need to hold him with a gun in my hand to actually feel okay.
When the door is opened I step forward and feel his eyes run all over me.

I attempt to throw myself into him but come stoped when his hands grab my face and twist it in every way possible. "Who the fuck did this?" He asks. His voice husk and rough.

His eyes turn cold and his body becomes rough and blank. I dip my eyebrows in pain and hiss as his arms forcefully grab at me with nothing but anger in his eyes.
"Emilio your hurting me" I whisper. Feeling the dead stop of his motions like a deer in headlights.

We look at each other for a couple moments. I feel the blood run down into my mouth and feel even more of his emotions crash into me. He finally pulls me into him and drape's his arms around me like blankets.

I exhale roughly and hold him closely. "I'm so sorry" he pleads, digging his nose into my curls and holding my head with pain.
I feel the emotion burn up my throat and allow the warm tears to stream down my face.

"Michelle you need to tell me who did this" he whispers. Pulling my face back and looking at me closely. I shake my head slowly with a defeated smile, "Emilio my father did this" I say. Every bone in his body stiffening with my sentence.