The Mug Shot That Ruined Me.

The Memories, That Made My Life Look Like...

"Mom, I'm fine," I assured. "Yes, I'm eating, sleeping, and using hygiene. Mom, I'm probably the best smelling---and looking-- Prisoner in this whole jail, Honest. Enrics here too by the way.  No surprise there but thought you ought to know." I said calmly as I peered down at my nails picking at the remaining survivors of nail polish. "Yes. My Ex, Mom. I know you don't like him but I'm in jail right now and I'll take all the company I can get, Shit or not." I replied briskly.

I picked at the phone's cord wrapping and winding it around my finger. "I apologize, Mother. I'm trying not to swear, But how else will I blend into this wretched place?" I questioned. I heard my Mother give a hardy sigh and a slight rustle in the background. 

 "I'm just so worried. Your Father says you ought to learn your lesson but I'm not quite so sure," She said her voice filled with anxiety. I could imagine her now, Brown hair in a loose braid, Clothes ironed stiff from that morning, Phone to ear, Muttering and fidgeting with worry. My heart tightened at just the thought of my Mother, I despised making her frightened, As she was now.  

Frightened for her Daughter's fate and consistently worried of how she was going to keep a convincing outward disguise, Standing by my Father's side always afraid of not fitting in with the wealthy. My Father was a natural with the wealthy. Simply defining them as prosperous, Only being difficult for the pure thrill of being correct and determining how small-minded their acquaintance was. 

It was revolting the way a Wealthy human mind worked. 

 Then again, I was raised well-off as the rest of them. 

But I was different than the other corrupted children. 

I was different.  

I wasn't the person I was in this cell. 

I wasn't the person I pretended to be by my Father's side. 

I was Rowen. 

I was who I was by Youthful Enric. 

I was who I was by my Mother. 

But then again the old me was the one who made my memories look like shit.

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So? what did ya think? anyways... Next up is some flashbacks of how she was raised etc. 

As always hope you Enjoy! 

Sincerely, Rainy-day! 

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I had taken so long chatting with my Mother that day that eventually I was escorted by my elbows away from the phone, Cursing and kicking, Of course. 

"Put me down, you Bastards!" I screeched. The men that had taken me by both sides had an intimidating aura around them but the people who tended to scare me were the people I came at the hardest. By the time we had reached a quarter down the corridor, they plopped me down roughly on the concrete and scurried away. I got up to my feet victorious and began to curse them from behind. 

People say it's an opinionated woman who scares men the easiest, That would be false. It's the opinionated Women that speaks her mind that's the scariest. I felt proud of doing the words justice. It was with a sudden shock that I was suddenly thrown off my thrown horse when I heard a small and impatient cough behind me did I realize that I had been the least of their worries. 

"Ms.Rowen, I do believe that your break is over?" The voice said suggestively. 

I turned quickly on my heel, My back straightened and I plastered a small but polite smile onto my face. "Mr. Swindel, Long time no see," I exclaimed my enthusiast so fake it could be cut with a butter knife.