Unstable Ones >> malik

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Jail and Drugs.

Drugs became my addiction for almost as long as I could remember and they unfortunately landed me in this hell, also known as jail.

I sure in the hell, don't regret any part of that night that happened a few years ago because it was fun as hell.

My feet echoed on the cement floor as I sauntered out of my cell, accompanied by two guards gripping each of my arms, making my way down the long hallway into the small visiting room.The guards let go of their grip on me releasing me into the room filled with others talking to their families.

I remain sauntering across the room making my way to the other guard across the room, I rolled my eyes at the families crying on the outside of the glass, making it seem like that actually gave a single fuck about each other, the thing about it they're probably all are cheating on their lovers outside of jail so I don't see why they're making a big deal, and it's not even that bad in here. So, they should get over themselves.

I was greeted by a guard as he pulled the chair out for me. "All calls are monitored and recorded." he said. His husky voice left his mouth as he swiped his pink tongue across his lip, and looking at me, making it more seductive than it should be.

I picked up the telephone and smiling through the glass looking at the person I just adored so much, and always will. His eyes locked with mine as we both smiled at each other, his features were so beautiful as always. His wavy locks were pushed to the left of his face, showing off one shave side of his head. I always thought he looked older this way, more mature. And he was, anyway I was so caught in staring at him, I stared too much, in fact that he asked me something over the phone multiple times.

"You okay, Elizabeth?" I heard from the other line as I stared at his soft eyes through the glass.

"Yeah, perfectly fine. I never said this but Crash, I miss you so much." I blinked away the tears, wiping them off my face as they fell.

"Why are you crying?" he spoke so attractively. His voice just like alcohol: alluring, intoxicating. I could spend hours talking to him but just not like this.

"I just - I don't know. I'm ready to get out of here."

"Well just think one more day then, We'll figure it out once you get out, babe." He cheekily smiled, taking his hand pressing it against the glass. "Three years of seeing you through a window and not touching your delicate skin is hell." I momentarily raised my hand up, his eyes caught mine only for a few moments.

"I have some business to take care of in Ohio, sweetheart," He smirked still having his hand pressed against the glass. "But how does that sound? Hm?"

"Going to Ohio sounds perfect as long as I got you by my side," I shyly smiled. "I can't wait to be with you and start over for once." I stared at his eyes getting caught up in them, fantasizing about a different life.

"Fast life. Hmm? How does that sound," A smirk plastered on his face. "Buildings twinkling lights that are illumining everything, casinos, people gambling, and everything you ever wanted you can have, sweetheart."

"Sounds more like Las Vegas more than Ohio to me." I said. he chuckled lightly looking down staring at his hand.

"I love you, okay? I'm so sorry." I didn't understand what was going, nothing made any sense. He just continued staring at his hand.

"What are you sorry for?" I said sternly looking at him but he avoided the glares I gave him. "Crash, Tell me, you didn't do anything bad." I raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with an concern look on my face.