The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 20: Leo

Cheryl Faun

I shivered on the hard bed in my cell. Good thing I don't have a scary ass cell mate. I was given my own cell because of how intimidating I was to the other prisoners. It was cold in the old cell, and it was surprisingly still snowing outside. Tristan had left after I woke up. I really wished he didn't because I had a sick feeling in my stomach. And that sick feeling was right. Every time the clock ticked into a new minute, I heard the echo from up the hall. It was driving me practically insane. The quiet of the prison only tickled the sick feeling in my stomach.

It could have been anyone, ANYONE, but it was him..

"Wonderful snowfall," said a voice, "isn't it, love?"

My eyes widened as I sat up straight. Leo was leaning against the sheriff's desk, picking at the flowers in a vase. My hand balled into a fist, and I pounded it against the wall behind me. My jaw clenched, and I took in a breath of air, trying to even my already thinning patience.

"What are you doing here?" I asked bitterly. "How did you get in here?"

I gripped the thin sheets of the bed, holding myself back from freeing myself and attacking him. He shrugged and stood up straight, clasping his hands together. I caught the ring of keys hanging from his finger.

"I went out for a walk down your street and thought to myself where you would end up after you killed Julia," he replied sarcastically, smiling. "I found myself here."

"Go away. I'd rather live in this dump than be free with you by my side."

Leo opened the door to my cell and took a step back. "You can step out and leave. Right now. No one is stopping you." He was almost taunting me, as if he were testing me. "What? You afraid of me?"

I growled but I held back again. "It isn't worth it. Now go away."

Leo sighed and walked into my cell. I squeaked when he grabbed my wrist and roughly dragged me out of my bed. Prisoners who were awake watched as he dragged me down the hall, confused by who he was and how he got in. My feet were bare and dragged along the floor like limp shoes. I pulled back my hand roughly, making him turn around to look at me.

"Don't tell me what to do, dammit!" I exclaimed, glaring at him.

I turned and stomped back to my cell. Weird, wasn't it? A prisoner who had a chance to freedom but walked back into their cell. Leo wasn't about to give up yet. Again, he grabbed my wrist, but this time, I was caught off guard. As soon as I turned around, his eyes gleamed mischievously. A hand pushed the back of my head towards him, and he pressed his lips on mine. My eyes widened, and I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back roughly. He landed on the floor, and I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my orange jumpsuit. My eyes caught him clutching his head, and I felt them glowing brightly.

"What the hell was THAT FOR, YOU IDIOT?!" I asked. My voice raised at the end of my question, a little louder than I intended.

I stood up straight, and my hands balled into fists. Prisoners crawled to their doors, watching intently. Everything began to rush forward. First, I was in front of him, and next thing I knew, Tristan was holding me back from killing Leo. I realized he was watching the whole time from the darkness of the doorway. If he saw the kiss, it would upset me even more than I already was. When I get my hands on him, I will RIP HIS LIMBS off ONE BY ONE and feed it to the demons of HELL!!

"Shh," Tristan whispered in my ear.

My breathing was ragged from struggling in his grasp and screaming at Leo. The blonde was standing against a wall, silent. He had a slight smirk on his face, and it angered me even more than I already was. Tristan, again, held onto my arms, holding me tightly.

He sighed and said, "Calm down, Cheryl."

"I wish I could FUCKING KILL him!!"

"Well, I wish you a good day, love," Leo said, standing up straight with a ghost of a smile on his face. "I'll be leaving before your boyfriend starts to freak out about me kissing you."

Tristan stopped in his tracks and let go of me suddenly. Silence filled the air, and the prisoners watched with wide eyes, intent in their gazes. My legs started shaking, and I held onto his arm. His eyes stared at Leo, who was pretending not to notice the nagging eyes. Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it!

"You WHAT?!"

I shuddered at the volume of his voice, and he turned back to look at me. The glare in his eyes stopped the words in my throat. I didn't say anything and, instead, casted a look down to the floor. "I'm— I'm sorry.." I managed to stutter out quietly.

Tristan didn't reply and turned back at Leo. "You have FIVE SECONDS to RUN your fucking legs OUT OF HERE!"

Leo took his suggestion into consideration and stepped out of the room, leaving. A shiver ran down my spine when Tristan's hands glowed green, making time freeze in its place. Our audience could no longer see it play out. He inhaled deeply and let out a short breath. I moved a few steps back, standing at the door of my cell. He was quiet, and it honestly scared me because he wasn't doing much of anything. Then, he turned around and faced me. There was still rage written on his face, and I felt my shoulders sink, my face turning white.

"Get over here."

That was the first thing he said to me. I shook my head slowly, and instantly regretted it right after. He started walking towards me, and I bumped into the wall, not realizing that the whole time, I had kept moving back. My hands touched the wall, tracing the cracks in it. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. I closed my eyes and squeaked as he slammed his hand against the wall next to my head. BREATHE BITCH BREATHE. This really reminded me of a scene in a book I once read.

"Why did you guys kiss?"

I opened my eyes, still quiet, and I felt reluctant to say a word. "I-I didn't kiss him. If anything, he kissed me."

Tristan leaned in closer and peered into my eyes, forcing me to stare back at him. I blinked and swallowed the lump in my throat. His green eyes were captivating, enchanting almost. If they were blue, I would've said I was drowning in them. "Did you kiss him back..?" He asked quietly. There was a falter to his voice.

I shook my head. First, ew. Second, why? Third, BITCH PLEASE.

He stopped in his place for a second, thinking. Then a mischievous smile crawled onto his face. "Good," he replied. He put his hand down and kissed my cheek. My face burned red, and I didn't dare to look up at him. His hand grabbed mine and held it tightly. His voice dropped so that only I could hear him as he said, "Because I'm not okay with sharing a princess that belongs to me."

Dear Lord Jesus, for the holidays I would like it if you send help. Thank you.