Wrong Number, Bitch

Chapter 33 What You Need To Know

There's Elijah if you couldn't see him in the last chapter, next chapter I'll put Sasha.

"Y/n, you seem like a nice young lady I'll give it to you. But you have to realize, that doesn't matter in a big o'l place like this. People don't care whether you're nice or pretty, they're just insane." Sasha said like it was the most obvious thing on earth.

Elijah nodded, "You're very lucky that you have us as your cell mates...well, cell neighbors actually." He looked up at the flashing ceiling light so he didn't have to look at Y/n even though she desperately wanted him to look in her direction.

Y/n nodded and laid on her mattress, situating herself so she wasn't laying on a hard spot. "Oh honey I wouldn't lay on that if I were you, the last one was a hyper-sexual."  Sasha pointed out.

Hearing that made Y/n feel grossed out and she carefully rolled off of the mattress and onto the floor. She sighed, feeling the need to pee but the toilet was basically broken.

"If you want to get comfortable during then I'd suggest you sleep closer to the cell bars, it keeps you cool but not too cool." Elijah mentioned, he placed his back to the cells bars and laid his head back.

He wanted to see Y/n's face again but he didn't want to seem desperate, he could tell she was nervous which was understandable in a place like this. However her innocents was something so precious that it awoke something in Elijah, Sasha too.

Every insecurity Y/n had was perfection in his eyes. Her e/c puffy eyes from crying, her matted hair from being manhandled by the guards, she even made the straight jacket look fashionable. The little blemishes on her face were so adorable, so kissable.

Elijah hated this new feeling, it made his heart ache. But at the same time, he loved it, he loved enduring the pain of seeing her beautiful face. It was like art that couldn't be touched for it was too fragile.

She was too fragile.

===Time skip===
MY BABY BOY ELIJAH POV:

"There's something so sweet and delicate about her, she seems quite the angel doesn't she?" Sasha kept nudging me while we were walking. I try to my distance when we were in a straight line to lunch, but the clingy bitch doesn't seem to get the hint.

I tried ignoring her and instead looked forward where Y/n was walking. Her guard was standing next to her, she was a few feet ahead of us but I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable she felt. I can't blame her that guy really was an asshole.

Now that the straight jacket was off of her I saw she had a black blouse on. She looked so adorable with it on, some of the buttons had popped off and there were some here and there but overall she pulled it off.

I'm guessing she could feel my stare because she turned her head slightly to look at me, I quickly gazed my eyes down to make it seem like I was watching the floor while we walked.

I heard the familiar buzzing noise and 2 double doors were opened, blinded by the bright lights we were guided to the lunch line.

Everyday we're served the same thing, grilled cheese and soggy peas as the side. And if we're lucky then we can get a small bottle of warm water.

Y/n frowned at the sight of the food, and the lunch lady snarled and shoved the tray towards her making her tense.

Sasha nudged me and I nodded, understanding what she meant. I set my tray on our table and grabbed reached over to grab Y/n's hand.