"I'd accept your help, but I'm not stupid. I know everything costs something in these walls, so what is it that you want?"
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MichealScofied
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This book is turning into a novel and I'm kinda here for it.
IF FOUND ON ANY...
By the time I get my meal tray and I sit down in the lunch hall, most of the men have already made their way outside.
I don't mind it, however, as the room is a lot quieter
Sucre sits infront of me and he looks up as I sit
"Finally, pàpi! Do you know how long I have been pushing this bit of mash around my plate for?" He whispers as a guard walks past
He sees how I don't smile and a look of concern crosses his face
"How is she?" He asks, instantly knowing what this is about
"I can't believe I can't help her, man. It's killing me seeing her just sat in a cage for ten hours a day" I say as I wipe my face with my hand
"At least she's got you" Sucre says. I give him a look and I role my eyes as I eat a bite of my food. "No, I'm serious, man. At least she has you to talk to. The rest of the men just talk at her- you- you talk with her, that's got to count for something" he finishes
I think for a second as I continue to eat the slop of grey
"She told me her name" I say
Sucre smiles as he taps me on the back
"Congratulations man, you're in the loop" he jokes
I smile, but it doesn't last very long
"She said her name while talking about her Father" I say "did you know that he used to abuse her?" I ask Sucre
He stills.
"I knew somethings" he says, honestly "I didn't want to say anything that she didn't want me to share"
I nod
"But there is more to the story, you should ask her sometime. I don't even know that much myself. I'm sure that as much of an ugly past she has, speaking of something other then the task at hand might be helpful" he suggests
"I don't want her to feel forced to tell me why she is in here- I want her to know that it won't change my opinion on her" I say as I move the mash I have around
"But just think about this from her perspective" he says "you are the only person in here who's done nothing wrong. To us, you are like an angel in disguise"
"I'm no angel" I say with a chuckle
"Not literally, but figuratively right now you are, papì. Imagine if you were her and you've committed a crime so bad to warrant years in jail and then one of your only friends has not- you'd feel concerned that they would judge you" he says
I nod at the food for thought.... That might be the only food I'm consuming today as the mash on my plate looks grey and inedible.
"Since when did you give such good advice?" I ask
He lifts his hands up
"Hey man, this shit just pours out of me sometimes" he says "it started happening ever since I had to up my game talking to Mari Cruz - she's questioning whether or not she should be with me- us being separated and all" he admits
The smiles drops off my face
"Shit I'm sorry man" I say
"It's ok, I will prove to her that I'm worth it- she's the love of my life, you know?" He asks
"I don't know, but I'm sure it will work out" I say
He gives me a look and I still from taking a sip of my drink
"What?" I ask
"'You don't know'.... I think you do. As much as you deny it amego, you like Lucas" he says "take some advise from me, don't let her get away"
I open my mouth to speak when he simply gives me a look and I watch as he gets up and leaves- not wanting to stick around for my excuses and denials.
He drops his tray off into the bin and then walks outside to join the others.
I know how I feel, but how am I supposed to know if she feels the same?
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