Soft Spot

Chapter 5

Readers notes:
Just wanted to say sorry for not updating I've been busy with school and do plan to update more regularly starting from now.

Now back to the story:

It's been almost two weeks in the looney bin and I haven't be aloud out of my cell because I'm 'too dangerous' to be around other inmates. The only person that's been keeping me company is Barbara. She pretty cool apparently she used to date Jim which I had no idea about. I guess I don't know him as well as I thought. Speaking of Jim he hasn't come to visit which I find very rude. Anyway as I sit on my bed bored as hell someone unlocks the door causing my head to snap in its direction. A young man gulps and he states,' Hi miss you will be going to the social hall today.' He then indicates for me to follow him.

It took us a good 5 minutes to walk to the social hall and upon arriving I saw Barbara. She waved me over to her and we started to talk about how boring this place was. We were reading magazines when I feel someone prop themselves in the seat next to me I ignore them until they start to speak. 'Hiya gorgeous', putting my magazine down I turn to face him. It's Jerome. I don't know how long I was staring but I finally blink and gulp and simply state,'Hi'. Barbara however doesn't say anything and carries on reading. He smiles widely at me and before I realise what's happening I've been dragged from my seat onto another table full of weird looking people. This is going to be fun I think to myself.

*2 months later*
Not much has happened the last 2 months I've been keeping my distance from everyone as i know I can easily be manipulated by others and half of these people are psychopaths. Jerome has been trying to get my attention and talk to me all the time and I just ignore him like he's hot don't get me wrong but I would never admit that to his face. Today me and Barbara were playing board games when Jerome came over for what seems to be the millionth time in the past half hour, "Okay I know what your think 'god won't this guy give up already' one I'm here purely on business purpose for my friend over there and two I'm not giving up princess." He winks at me. Princess is my nickname from him, he thinks it will win me over, pfft he's got to do more than just that. 'Though it is kinda cute' I thought. 'WHAT AM I SAYING ABSOLUTELY NOT'.

As I continue my inner conflict Barbara and Jerome continue their conversation until I hear the word 'phone' I instantly snap out of my thoughts. I could call Jim! Oh how much I do miss him. Long story short, Jerome friend Richard I think it was can get us anything we want as long as we are his friends now I know there is probably a catch or something but at this moment I don't care I'm bored and would love a bit of spice in my life. As we walk over to their table Jerome engages in a conversation with me but my thoughts are focused on one thing. That god dam phone. Once we are within a good distance I instantly ask about getting a phone. "Well that would depend on you two being my right and left hand in here wouldn't it." He gave us a weird look and I already wasn't like where it was going but Barbara agreed instantly and I just sighed nodding my head even though every single bone in my body disagreed. We sat either side of him while Jerome sat opposite me eyeing up Richard as he put an arm around us both and I saw a hint of jealousy in his eyes. I smirked and decided to add a bit of fun and laid my head on Richards shoulder. Jerome stood up in a huff and walked away. This was gonna be fun.

Literally the next day me and Barbara got a phone to share as it was too obvious if he got two at the same time. We decided to head to the bathroom and call Jim there as it would be hard to call him in our cells because of the wall. Duh. "Hello this is Jim?" I heard his voice and I smiled before Barbara proceeded to talk. I sat silently waiting for my turn. "Oh and by the way I have a friend of yours here with me.." she looked at me before handing me the phone, "hey jimbo!" I exclaimed. "Jess..." he sounded shocked to hear my voice, "guess you don't want to come visit then do you." I stated rather bluntly, there was a long pause, "you know I can't come see you, it would hurt too much besides it won't go down well with my reputation and that's already bad enough." He let out a dry chuckle at the end of the sentence. I pouted, "I miss you.." tears started to prick my eyes, he sighed down the phone, "I miss you too kiddo but you did this to yourself ." I could hear the hurt in his voice down the phone. That sentence really hurt me. What was I supposed to do, no one was helping my situation I had to do something before he killed me. I just said goodbye before hanging up the phone. I was done with that conversation.

Jim was a smart detective. Extremely good at his job but yet at the end of the day he never helped stop my dad from hitting me. Always saying to give him another chance. Maybe he wasn't as good as he seemed...