In Love with Pyscho(Sequel to Pyscho)

Chapter 3

Rochelle's POV;

He realized his grip on me, and stared at me as the guards took him away. I was left sitting at the table , crying over this man. This criminal! My attention was drawn to the broken dish on the floor. I got down on my knees , picking up the glass, and the left over food.

"Why me?" I whimpered to myself , and headed out of the building .

Once I got home, things were quiet . I went to my bathroom , taking off my clothing one by one. I stared at my sickly body, ran the hot water, and sat down thinking off Princeton. My tears soon joined my bath water, as they streamed down my face.

I reached over at held the jagged razor toward my skin . "No , no Rochelle." I said to myself. "You're not going to be sitting here. Sorry for yourself."

Jumping out the bathtub, I wrapped myself in my bathrobe and dialed my phone.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi, it's um-Rochelle."

"Hey, what's up?" 

"I was wondering.." , don't talk yourself out of it Rochelle, "if we can have dinner?"

It was almost like I heard the smirk on his face. "Sure, tomorrow at 7?" 

I nodded, "Perfect." 

A Few Days Later. Princeton's POV;

I sat on my cell floor, curled up , thinking of what happened between me and Rochelle. She hasn't came to visit me , and days. I know , it's only a few days, but she use to visit daily. Why did I react the way I did? Why did I yell at her? Dammit, Jacob! You're a monster. Just like everyone said! Because of you, your mother's dead, a child is dead, your friends are dead, and your dead inside . Rochelle doesn't love me anymore. She will never look at me the same way again! Never! You lost her. Just like everything else. 

Oh, the look on her face when I yelled, the terror in her eyes. Mixed with..hope? Hoping , this wasn't the man she fell for. That somewhere deep down , her prince charming will return. 

And he will. 

I swear, I will get out of this prison , and be the man I once was. The man Rochelle loves. 

Rochelle's POV;

I sat across from Santo, laughing, and then taking a sip of my wine. "And it was just crazy, you should have been there." He finished , taking another bite of his linguni. "I wish I was too." I giggled.

I racked my head for question to ask him, to make conversation. But only thing that came back to me was 'Why did he have those scars? What happened to you?' . But I figured that would be rude , so I settled for "Why did you decide to become a cop?"

He swallowed, then answered "A long time, I was in a horrible accident, and when I thought all hope was lost, a man saved me. A police man , to be exact. He gave me hope that day, right then and there I knew what I wanted to become."

"So, the accident is how you got those scars?" I asked, not thinking. And I felt my body grow warm. Sh*t, Rochelle, you blew it! 

A/N; Comment what you thinking! What you liked, what I can improve on? Anything!

-Janay