Different Type of Love

4

Cecilia.

December 3, 1945

It's been almost two months since I've last spoken to Elodie. I've seen her, she's tried speaking to me but I always find myself ignoring her or running away. That doesn't mean I don't ache for her touch. I even learned her number by heart. I've called her numerous amount of times but never dared to speak. The first few times she said my name, the rest, she sat there in silence with me.  Honestly, that was good enough for me. I moved to a motel, the only one in town, ever since Grady became more violent. He stays at my apartment, and we still are together but I just needed some time. 

Today, my brother arrived. It was early, the sun was coming up, I'd been here all night. When he arrived everyone backed up and gossiped, except me. He arrived with ten police officers making sure he wouldn't harm anyone. It was extra, I know he wouldn't hurt anybody anymore. 

"Everybody, back up! We need to place him in his cell." Yelled a police officer. Which hurt me, a cell? But he was right, he did have a cell. Not only a cell, a dungeon. He was the only one here with a dungeon. Everybody else had a room. With a bed and a bathroom, along with their own Television. I wish they'd understand he wasn't actually a monster.

"No, that'll be all from you. Dr.  Fanning has ordered me to escort him to his cell. Have a pleasant night." I say, grabbing him right from their clutch. I see nurse Jean. She glared and her nostrils were flared, while her jaw clenched. Corbin fights me at first until he realizes who I am. His eyes widened with a smile forming in his face.

"Wait, Ce-" He begins.

"Quiet, Mr. Jett. I don't want to hear a word come out of that vile mouth of yours." I say dragging him in front of everybody to back of the hospital, to his cell. I forgot to mention I am still a little salty from him killing those vets. If he didn't we wouldn't have been here. But, I cannot stay mad at him, ever since he... anyway, I find myself going underground, now in the dungeon. 

Of course, the press is here, snapping pictures. And also, the governor and his beloved wife ate here. She shoots a smile at me but I look away. The press records, snaps all kinds of photographs and asks ridiculous questions.

"Nurse Romero, how does it feel to have a mass murdered in your hand?" I ignore this

"Mr. Jett, how are you dealing with this? Knowing you'll be sentenced to your death." He ignores this.

"Nurse, will this be your patient?" I nod, and thankfully, that is the last question I got because the next question has everyone on their toes.

"Governor, when will he get what's coming to him?" These were all questions from these reporters. But this one stuck out, even to the Governor himself. 

"Right, within six weeks time, maybe eight, I should have this settled. With re-elections coming up, I am very busy. If you, my loyal citizens vote for me, we will have more crimes, like this very one, being put to justice." I place Corbin in his cell, and lock it. I try my absolute best to get out of this mob but they follow, including the only and only, Governor.

"Nurse Romero, where are you going? They want their questions to be answered. Come on, stay a little longer!" He grabs my wrist. I turn my head and glare. I guess, I frightened him because he lets go quickly. He clears his throat and fixes his tie to try and ignore what just happened.

"It's best you leave her be, dear. She's a pleasant girl so don't make her upset, please." Elodie says, grabbing his muscular arm. I scoff and roll my eyes but continue walking.

"Elodie, I do not care." He says, pushing her off of himself. He now turns back to be with anger filling his eyes. "Nurse Romero. I said where are you-" in the middle of his sentence, he marches up to me and places his hand on my shoulder. I've finally had enough, of everybody.