Letters To The Mafia Don

IV

Charlotte Cole

Julian and I have been sending our letters for about a month now, and I have yet to become a real psychiatrist for him. Of course I ask him questions that any psychiatrist would ask but, we seem to just ask questions about each other, it's as if he wants to know every little detail of my life. I haven't really told him much, only the things he should know just about my academic career, I haven't told him much about my family just about my mother and sister. God forbid telling him about my deadbeat father, he doesn't even deserve to be called father really.

You see, my 'dad' ran out on my mother and I when she fell pregnant with my sister, that was when I was seven years old. My mum never moved on which I thought was ridiculous, it wasn't like he treated us well, he was cheating on my mother every night and when he was home he was drunk and he would belittle us, call us names. He never hit me, mum wouldn't allow it, she would always take the blows for me. She and my father rarely ever spent time together as an actual couple, so when I found out about my sister, I must say I was quite surprised. At the time I was seven only just just turned seven actually, I already knew what sex was because my dad would always talk about it. He would tell my mother how much better his whores were, but when he came home to actually sleep with my mother the sounds through the walls said otherwise.

I never really gave my father much thought, I just referred to him as the sperm donor. Now I help my mother out with the bills whenever I can, but with this small day job at the prison I have very little time on my hands to work at the café down the road from my flat. My flat is small and in the bad side of town, but it was all I could afford with the job I had and the wages that mum had from her night shifts at the nursing home. I always put aside some money to go towards University for my sister though.

Julian hasn't told me much about himself, but I don't think he will. I don't really expect him to either, I would like it if he did but it's my job to get him to open up to me, to tell me why he likes to commit these crimes so I can give him a way to understand that it isn't right and they he can change for the better, even though he isn't getting out any time soon. Or at all for that matter.

When I told him that we were now allowed to send letters throughout the whole day he seemed quite pleased, he wrote something Italian that I have no idea how to pronounce but I there was one word that stood out the most that he says in all of his letters: Regina. I actually took the time out of my day to google it and it translated to Queen, which is quite ironic because I am more of a peasant than a Queen. But it was nice to have someone say the word, he may not have been speaking about me but my gut was telling me that he was, and by a criminal well it changes things. If he was a normal person and he wasn't in prison and he was a mafia don, I would have gone on a date with him by now but he isn't. He is a criminal, he kills and steals and god knows what else.

I have looked at his file and the amount of cases that he is being charged for. 264 cases. That is the biggest amount of cases I have ever seen and those are the ones they had evidence on, god forbid how many they missed out. So that is all he is, a dirty criminal that will be stuck in here rotting away for the rest of his life.

There was a hard, quick knock on my door. I opened it up to see Devon standing there with police officers running down the hall. "Devon what's wrong?" I asked looking out of my door.

"I am so sorry to do this, and to put you in danger. You need to come to the canteen. It's Julian, he has gotten into another fight and no one can stop him, I fear the worst. I think you are the only person that can get through to him." He rushed out in a quick pant.

"Take me to the canteen." I sighed. The first time I meet the man that has captured my thoughts, I have to stop him from possibly killing someone. Devon grabbed my hand and pulled me down the corridor, I looked at the empty cells signifying that everyone would be in the canteen.