Jail Love

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!!!NOT PROOF READ!!!
"Symone Willow Roberts"
"Ivy"

"Girl I'm talking bout this nigga had me screaming!" Red exclaimed as she helped me walk back to my room. I had just been discharged from the clinic and I was more than happy to get back to my room.

Saint wasn't able to help me go back because him and blu went out today for outing day. He said he was getting my birthday gift and blu was getting things on red's behalf.

"Damn you really got head before me." I shook my head as we walked into my room. Kai needa stop playin!

"It's ok friend you gone get there one day." She out her hand on my shoulder jokingly consoling me.

I pushed her hand off me mugging and she just laughed. "I really can't stand you." I rolled my eyes at her.

"You love me." She leaned against the doorframe of the door that led to her room. "Imma let you think that."

"So that's how it is." A look of disbelief crossed her face. "You damn skippy." She rolled her eyes chuckling.

"Anyways...you need anything before I leave." I shook my head and she nodded before leaving out. I sighed looking around my room.

I was glad to be back in my own space it felt nice to breath your own air. Plus that clinic smelt like ass. They needa wash them damn sheets.

Deciding to take a shower I got up carefully walking into my closet to get me some clothes. I decided on hello kitty pajama pants and a black spaghetti strap shirt.

I went into my bathroom putting on my scarf and bonnet before carefully taking my clothes off.

I knew my bandages would get messed up either way so I didn't let that stop me from cleaning the best I could.

When I felt like I was clean I got out and did my hygiene plus rewrapping my bandages before getting dressed.

I was so tired and I hadn't even realized it. You'd think after being out of it for two weeks you'd be well rested but I was anything but.

With that being said I turned all the lights out before crawling into bed burrowing under the cover.

Omniscient Pov

After dropping ivy's presents off at his room and taking a shower before changing into something comfortable saint headed to the recovering girls room.

When he got there he picked the lock before walking in only to be meet with complete darkness.

He frowned at that not liking that the brown skin had it pitch black after a traumatic event happened. Even if she wouldn't deem it as traumatic.

He walked to the bathroom turning the light on. It wasn't bright enough to light up the whole room but it gave enough light for you to see.

He stood beside her bed pulling the covers back to reveal ivy curled up in a ball her head tucked between her arms.

Without saying a word he grabbed one of her arms carefully pulling her up before taking the other arm and picking her up fully.

At the actions ivy woke up frowning at Saint who observed her face. "You good ma?" He spoke lowly not really in the mood to talk.

It was one of those days where he wasn't in the best of moods. When his moods fell he didn't really want to be around anyone. Ivy being an exception of course.

The young girl had somehow made a way into the sociopaths heart. He had a soft spot for her and it didn't take a genius to figure that out.

He absolutely hated being around people on his down days. Yet he'd gone out his way to go out and buy her birthday gifts and made sure talk to her.

"Mm hmm. You ok?" She asked in a sleepy voice noticing how he was duller than usual. He just nodded placing her back down on the bed before getting in beside her.

"How you feelin? You in pain?" Saint questioned as he watched her get comfortable on his chest. "Good nd not really. It's a slight pain." She said quietly with closed eyes.

He hummed in return rubbing up and down her back softly. "If we ever got out of here do you think you would still talk to me?" She asked curiously.

Saint furrowed his brows at this. He found the question quit rhetorical. "Why wouldn't I." She shrugged not having an actual answer.

"Idk just thought you'd forget about me." Saint was not pleased with her answer at all. He didn't like that she just thought she was forgettable.

Symone had, had an huge impact on saints life in the five months of them knowing each other. She'd managed to make him feel things that no one else could and he truly appreciated her existence.

"Wether you know it or not you mean a lot to me." He told her truthfully. Ivy was a little surprised by his honesty. She almost didn't believe him.

"You mean lots to me as well." She grinned looking up at him. He only chuckled taking her hand a kissing the back of it.

Ivy blushed at the gesture avoiding looking Kai in the face. He shook his head at that taking the time to observe her while continuing to rube the back of the hand he'd kissed.

Saint had noticed a little over three months ago that he'd begun feeling a little differently towards ivy.

The thought of her being with anyone else put him in a bad mood instantly. He only wanted her to be with him and if he had to kill to be sure of it he would.

He liked her company and had begun to favor her company over others. He could be sitting with the others minus ivy and he'd no-longer have the desire to be social.

When she wasn't around she wouldn't leave his thoughts. In fact she danced around in them like it had been her home.

She had become his muse every time he picked up his sketch book to draw she'd always come to mind. He'd found himself many times subconsciously drawing her.

He didn't mind. She was so pretty in his eyes.

Ivy had made it clear several times throughout the time of them knowing each other that she liked Saint. He normally chuckle and brushed her off.

He hadn't known if he actually liked her. He knew he felt something for her that he hadn't figured out at the time, but he didn't want to label it as him liking her and then he didn't.

Ivy wasn't bothered by saint not returning her confession. She knew in his own time he'd come to like her in that way. And she was willing to be patient and wait even though that didn't stop her from letting him know.

Saint had appreciated her patience with him seeing as it had been almost half a year since they'd meet and she still remained patient with him.

But now sitting here with her in his arms as he observed her. Saint had finally deciphered the feeling he was feeling for ivy.

He'd developed a very strong liking to her. Most may even count it as love, but he wasn't ready to admit to that so soon.