Possession [s.m]

40.

•shawn•

My first visit with Rebecca is today and it's the only thing that I've been holding on to all morning.

It has been two weeks in this prison and each day gets worse and worse. The worst fucking thing here other than the food is having to take showers along with fifteen other men.

These men don't care about what the hell they do in front of other inmates, and I walk into the most weirdest shit on a daily basis.

I've been in a few fights already. Most of them are for no apparent reason, but the others are mostly because of the things I have in my weekly box.

These shrimp-dick inmates just need to get a breathtaking wife who makes sure her husband has everything he needs in prison.

As I walk into the yard, I take in my surroundings. I stay alone most times, but it's clear how segregated it is.

Black people stay on one side of the yard, the white people stay on the other and the Hispanic people stay together.

"What's up, pretty boy?" A man on the white side calls out to me. I roll my eyes and continue to shoot the basket ball in the net.

Suddenly, I smell the smoke of a cigarette. I look around but don't see anything. The things that I would do for a cigarette in here to get this fucking stress away.

I follow the smell until I end up a place where many men are surrounded. No guards are there at all, and the closer I walk, I notice that they are beating up my cell mate. They beat him up every fucking day, and it's the only time where these prison inmates come together.

I ignore them because they beat him up a lot and focus on the inmate who has a cigarette in between his fingers. The man has three teardrop tattoos under his eye. "How the fuck did you get a cigarette here?"

"Pretty boy!" He exclaims before holding out his hand for me to give him dabs.

"Where did you get the cigarette?"

"Don't fucking ask me questions. Now do you want to take a swing at Mr. Scrawny over here." The man holds up my cell mate by the little hairs he has.

"Nah." I back away.

"Tell Pretty boy why we're fucking you up." The man growls at my cell mate.

"For Joselyn."

"That's right." He pulls on my cell mates hair tighter. "And how old is Joselyn?"

"Ten years old."

"And what did you do to her."

"Raped her."

I back away now, realizing that he gets a hard fucking time here because he's a child rapist. I get it, but I'm not going to beat this old man's ass even more.

"Mendes! Your visit!" A guard tells me and I waste no time to run towards the doors.

I can't wait to see my baby. Two weeks with just a picture of Rebecca isn't enough, and I want to do fucking summer-salts in the grass because I'm so exited to see her.

I follow the guard to the visiting area and literally stop when I see her. Rebecca is sitting on one of the round tables, playing with her dainty fingers. She looks around uncomfortably because of how disgusting and trapping this place feels. An inmate at the table beside her who's meeting with his lawyer I assume, is staring her down, and I can tell his gaze is making her uncomfortable as well.

I waste no time to rush over to her.

When she looks up at me, I can literally see her expression change in a matter of seconds. That frown on her face disappears and I am granted with my favourite smile.

Her arms wrap around my neck as I wrap mine around her small upper body. I stuff my face in her neck and inhale her cocoa smell that gets me hard in seconds. I immediately regret doing so because I'm in fucking prison and there is no way in hell she could help me with this.

I look up at the officer at the door as my lips kiss her neck gently and let go of the want to grab Rebecca's ass because the officer is watching us.

Instead, I pull her in closer, making sure that her crotch feels how hard she makes me. A gasp from her lips is what I earn in return before I finally let go.

"I miss you." Rebecca shudders when we sit down. She only holds my hand because of the minimal touching that is allowed during visits.

It is so weird to have her sitting across from me instead of her right beside me, with her legs resting on my thigh or her on my lap.

I want to be able to touch her, to feel her, because this shit is just a small dose of the drug she is.

The drug that I'm addicted to.

Taking a second to inspect her, I thank God that she looks the same as the way I left her. Her weight didn't go down, there's no marks on her, and there's no hurt in her eyes. She is fucking perfect, except it the bags of lack of sleep under her eyes.

"Have you been sleeping well?" I ask her, and she looks down at our hands that are tangled together.

"You know how hard it is for me to stay alone." She shrugs. "But how has prison been?"

"Fine." I lie, not wanting her to worry about me.

Her eyes then squint at the small cute near my eyes because of my fight yesterday, and I look at the window to try to hide it.

She grabs my face and tilts it to inspect it more. "Did you get in a fight already?"

I can't help but smile at her motherly instinct that comes out with me at times. I can't even complain because God fucking knows I can act like a dad with her.

My mind drifts to her over my lap and how I gave her continuous spanks on her ass over and over.

Fuck, I am going crazy without her.

"Come sit on my lap." I instruct, even though there are about four officers here.

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes."

She shakes her head and purses her lips to hide her smile.

Fuck, I miss her.

"Have you dropped the soap yet?" Rebecca says, trying to keep a straight face before covering her mouth to muffle her laughs.

"Very funny." I sarcastically chuckle. "I've walked into some crazy shit, baby."

"Like what?" She questions, taking a sip of the bottle of water she was given.

"I walked into two inmates fucking, and the one getting fucked had a mop on his head."

"A mop?!" She laughs even louder, and I start to feel like I'm swimming in warm water. The combination of her smile with that laugh is just too perfect.

Her laughs that sounds like a beautiful melody literally lifts up the depressed room. I can see it by how the sad inmates and visitors break a smile at her contagious smile as they watch her.

The need of more of her claws into me as I look down at our hands together.

I need to get the fuck out of this place. And soon.

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