Monday morning came fast and KJ didn't mind at all, in fact he was looking forward to it since he left Friday night. It wasn't because he liked to express his feelings, he hated that part. It was because of the girl, Camila Mendes.
"It's not my fault, I didn't mean to kill them, I didn't, I swear." A prisoner pleaded, Dan was crazy, that wasn't a lie, it was a fact. Camila only asked him how he felt, she didn't expect it would turn into this.
"I know, I didn't say that Dan. I was just wanting to know how you are feeling?" She asked again.
Paul in a few steps had Camila pinned up against her desk, even in handcuffs he was able to get his hands are round her neck.
She begged him to stop, his hands only squeezing around her throat harder.
"Well now that you asked, I'm just peachy, darling. I love the feeling of killing, I felt powerful taking all those lives just like I'm going to take y-"
Dan was cut off by the sound of the emergency buzzer, Camila was able to hit the button with her hand.
In seconds guards rushed in seizing the prisoner, bring him to isolation.
Mark of course was there trying to convince Camila to let him take her home. However, she declined. She wanted to see her last client of the day, she wanted to see him again.
"Mark, it's fine. Just bring my next client in 10 minutes. It's only a few bruises, I'll live." He nodded leaving the stubborn girl, he went to the feels to retrieve KJ.
KJ sighed putting his book down, he's already read it three times, he only reads it hoping it will pass time.
He saw Mark, the guard KJ already hates after only a few encounters with. Unlocking his cell, he was put back in cuffs and lead down to the office. Mark opened the door to the office, pushing the boy in rougher then usual.
KJ looked around the room noticing Camila was bent over, her back facing him picking up a few papers that were scattered across the floor. He could watch her all day bent over, oh how it made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He could feel himself growing tighter in his boxers. The way her black fitted pants outlined her slender legs. He coughed awkwardly trying to think of anything else.
"Oh KJ hi, sorry about the mess. There was a umm incident earlier." She quickly grabbed his folder and took a seat across from him.
"So how are you doing today?" She asked going through there normal routine. She looked up from his file to meet his heavy stare, he didn't respond he only looked at her neck.
"What happened?" He asked ignoring my previous question, his eyes fixed on the bruising around her neck.
"The office is messier then usual, and I can tell you're not a messy person. There's hand prints on you're neck, and the dick of a guard was even more of a dick bringing me here today." She was impressed that he put all the pieces together figuring out that something was wrong.
"It's uh nothing, just a patient was having a bad day, and umm took it out on me." She said playing with a loose thread hanging off the sleeve of her blouse.
"He tried to kill you?" He asked almost shocked, his jaw clenched, who could hurt try and strangle the life out of someone especially someone like Camila.
"I'm fine, anyways why don't we play a question game."
"Fine. But only if I get to ask you one every time you ask me one, it's only fair that I get to know you too." He suggested, he knew she would say yes, since she was so set on getting to know him.
"Okay, what's one thing you miss the most? it can be anything" she asked.
"Well there's many things, my bed for one, I feel like every night I'm sleeping on scraps of metal. I miss my sweets, man, chocolate and cookies, can't even remember how long it's been. Hell I even miss my dog Roco." He said he didn't realize how much he was rambling on about until he looked up and saw her mouth parted.
"Sorry, that was uh all stupid stuff"
Camila's heart swelled for the red head man. He not only opened up to her, he apologized too.
"KJ, I'm sorry to hear you miss all of that. I can't bring you're dog in here or give you a bed. But I might be able to do something about you're sweet tooth."
"That'd be great, so my turn. What do you go home too? What's you're life like outside of the prison?" he asked, hoping the answer wasn't a husband or boyfriend.
"My life's very boring, I leave here around seven. I go home to my dog and roommate, and that's about it." He was surprised to hear her answer, maybe she was lying or maybe she did live a boring life. A beautiful girl who was stuck in a boring routine, he wish he could change that, and just maybe he could.
Before she could ask the next question, the buzzing noise filled the room. Mark came in gripping KJ tightly, causing a groan to come out of him. Before they made it out the door Camila stopped Mark.
"Mark, maybe you could be a little more gentle with him. He's a human being, not an object." She said crossing her arms over her petite body.
Mark scoffed and lightened up a bit but once they turned the corner he went back to his regular position.
KJ was surprised that she stuck up for him, he wasn't use to anyone ever being nice to him.
Once KJ returned to his cell, he did his exercise longer then usual, because no matter how hard he pushed him self. There was only one thing on his mind, and that thing was a girl, and the girl was sweet, innocent and off limits Camilla Mendes.
