Bumping into the bad boy

Battered & bruised

"Wakey wakey fella" I hear outside my cell.My eyes snap open and the guard is jangling his keys at my cell.

"I guess you need to borrow the men's room?" He asks

He's actually right,I nod not bothering to answer him.I groan and get up.He handcuffs me and we walk down the corridor into the toilets.

The guard handcuffs me and waits outside the door for me.Talk about doing your business in peace.

After I'm finished he hand cuffs me again.

"I hear you wanna go out for a smoke this morning" The guard asks

"Yeah" I huff

"Okay let's take you out into the smoking area then" He announces

"Okay thanks" I reply as he leads me out into a cornered off area.

He hands me a light and my cigarettes not uncuffing me.

I cup my hands around the cigarette and shield it from the wind as I light it.

"You smoke?" I ask handi him the pack of cigarette and lighter back.

"No Thankyou?" He replies

"So how old were you when you started smoking then boy?" He asks

"About 13,I wasn't really bought up in a good family environment.Got involved in the wrong crowd and smoking seemed to get rid of my stress,so I've been smoking ever since" I explain

"I see,you know there's help groups if you ever wanna quit" He replies

I just nod as I place the cigarette to my lips and take a drag soon puffing out a large cloud of smoke,before placing it my lips again and inhaling the smoke and puffing it out again.

It seems to relief some of my stress and I depend on smoking to keep me calm.

"Good news you're being released today" He comments

"Yeah,so what time are they letting me out?" I question

"Well,it's 9am now so about 1:30 ish" He tells me as he looks down at his watch

"Right" I huff taking another drag of the cigarette

We stand in silence as I finish the last puffs of it and stomp it out on the ground.

"You finished?" He asks

I nod and he leads me back inside and into my cell.

I wait impatiently and watch as the clock ticks round.This is torture I just want to get out of this hell hole and see Mila.Whether she wants to see me or not,I want to make sure she's okay

I spend my time tapping my foot,getting up and down off the bed,walking backwards and forwards in the cell.My dads probably gonna go nuts and my mum is probably worried about me.I probably should have called her lastnight to explain where I've been but I had to hear Mila's voice.

Nobody gets inside my head just like Mila does,she always finds a way to figure me out.Mila makes me feel like I'm a somebody.