Prisoner e.d {ON HOLD}

CHAPTER TWO

"So do you wanna talk about your feelings or anything?"

"Are you really gonna pull out the same counselor bullshit?" Ethan sits across the table from me in the Counseling Room.

"Well," I drum my fingers against the plywood," I am a intern counselor."

"You're young, I expected you to be different."

"Okay then," I throw my hands up in surrender," let's have a normal conversation." As it's that easy to have a normal conversation with cameras watching from all four corners.

"You know I'm a bad person right?" He eyes me from the side. I shift in silence. " You must think I'm some monster."

"No I don't." I swallow.

"Really?" Ethan leans forward and stretches out his arm. I stopped breathing when he curls his fingers around my neck, his hand is so huge it wraps around three quarters of it.

I stay still as he replies a slight pressure and knock some air out of me.  I choked a little. "Hands off her Dolan." The speaker above us booms. He drops his hand and leans back in his chair, smirking." I'm surprised you didn't scream for help."

I tuck a stand of my hair behind my ear,drawing a deep breath." I trust you won't hurt me, you promised yesterday."

"You trust me?" He looks shocked.

"Yeah. You didn't gouge my eyes out or anything." I pat his hand reassuringly and he flinches. " Are you scared of me touching you?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"No," Ethan averts his gaze," it's just I haven't had much friendly contact with other people in a while." My heart clenches.

I reach out and run my fingers over his palm,his hand is warm and calluses in some places. I lace my fingers through his and hold his hand.

I glance up at him, " is this friendly enough?" He nods hesitantly and I feel his fingers around my hand,holding me tight.

"Okay." Ethan stares down at our interlocked hands. " Why is your hand so cold?"

" The AC is blasting." I tuck my other freezing hand in between my thighs.

"I can give you my hoodie if you want," he pulls away from our grasp and takes off his hoodie, passing it to me. I slip it on, it's way too big on me but it's warm and comfy. It smells good too, like aftershave and shampoo. Like him.

"You can keep it." He touches his hair.

"Thanks."

Can I ask you a question?" Ethan glances at me.

"Yeah."

"Are you single."

No I killed my ex-boyfriend and ate him." I quote his answer to my question yesterday.

He laughs and my hearts swells," no seriously do you have a boyfriend?"

"No seriously, I don't what about you?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"You know that's not what I'm asking for," I kick him under the table.

"Well, I had one before I came here."

"Tell me about her." I guess this is considered as talking about your feelings right? I'm totally not using anything taught in psychology.

"She was on the cheerleading team and we were the couple everyone knew about. But after the incident she wouldn't like to date a shit person like me." Ethan ducks his head.

"You're not shit."

"You don't know what I had done."

I gulp, "why don't you tell me?"

"Session's over." The person over the speaker says. We stand and head towards the door where two guards were waiting.

"See you tomorrow." I touch Ethan's arm gently to get his attention. " Okay."
he smiles a painted smile. I watch as the guard cuff his hands behind his back before leading to back to his cell.

As they lead him away he starts to speak," I'm afraid that if I tell you, you will bail out and I won't be able to see you again."

Awwee the last sentence made me squeal.Lmao. I'm so sorry I took so long to post, school is hell and a lot of work so I'll be posting more I promise. Peace! 💜✌🏼