The Convict

Picking a Fight with a Killer

I've never had two people love me so much they'd be willing to fight each other to death for me. I always thought that was just some cliché seen in books and movies but very unrealistic in real life. Yet here I was, caught in a bad love triangle between the cool girl of my dreams and the girl who kidnapped me and tried to kill me.

From the outside looking in, it's easy to see how one choice is better than the other. But as someone on the inside, the choice wasn't that clear. One girl was sweet and passionate, caring, and gentle. The other girl was headstrong, stubborn, reckless, and emotional. You'd be surprised if I told you which girl was which.

Maybe from the outside the choice was obvious but coming from someone on the inside, I couldn't have been more lost and confused.

Picking a Fight with a Killer

POV: Dakota

I'm not crazy. I don't care what anyone says. It's not crazy for me to fall in love with the girl I kidnapped. It's not crazy for me to want to stay out of prison. It's not crazy for me to kill someone who hurt me and my family.

Okay so maybe some of those sound a little crazy.

But I'm not crazy.

Am I?

I don't feel crazy.

Do crazy people feel crazy?

I set the glass of water down.

"You okay now?" Melony asks me.

All I can muster is a nod.

How does one know if they are okay or not?

Will I ever feel normal again?

She pulls me from my thoughts by running her fingers through my hair. I love when she does that. I relax a bit and lean into her touch. She smiles softly at me. I want her to look at me like that forever.

"Are they gonna call the cops now?" I can't help but ask.

She shakes her head no and I feel my heart skip a beat.

"I won't let them," she says.

I can't help but kiss her then. She's so amazing, so wonderful, my Melony. We belong together, we always have. Maybe we found each other in the worst way possible, but all that counts is that we found each other, right?

"Wait here, I'm going to make them leave." She pulls back.

I nod okay, too afraid my voice will betray how scared I really am.

Her friends have come between us before, and I don't want that to happen again.

She gets up and walks out of the room.

It bothers me how easily she can walk away from me. Every night I have to beg her to stay, yet every night she walks away from me without hesitation. Were it the other way around, I wouldn't be able to leave her for more than a second.

I wonder sometimes if she loves me the way I love her.

Wonder If maybe I'm the only one who feels the way I feel.

Melony is such a mystery to me.

Even after all that the two of us have been through together she still stays with me. Even after I tried to kill her, twice. Even after she witnessed me at my darkest and lowest, taking another person's life. Even after all that, she is still here, fighting for me.

Any normal person would have given up on me by now. Called me sick, twisted, and treated me the way Bernida treats me. But not Melony. Never Melony. I think that's why I love her so much. Because if she can see me at my lowest and still choose me, that to me, is true love. She must truly love me, and I truly love her. The two of us belong together. We are made for each other.