Becoming a prison guard is tough. But when you're the only female in a workplace of thirty male guards, with a very attractive boss, and one inmate you can't help but be intrigued by, things become a lot more difficult.
Florence Saint I woke up to an empty bed. That was my first worry of the day. I slid out of bed as quietly as I could and slipped into my living area. "Harry?" I said in a groggy voice. When I got no response I was ready to panic. "Harry?" I said a bit louder. Still no response. "Fucks sake Harry" I said throwing on a grey jumper and running outside, in only that jumper, and my pyjama shorts.
As I got outside the building I looked around and saw Harry sat in my car. The engine was running and his hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly. I stopped in my tracks. He had taken my keys, left me asleep in the house, and I assumed was going to steal my car. I felt betrayed, hurt, angry. I ran over quickly. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled. "I was going to go" he said quietly. "Go? Go where?" I asked but he shook his head. "I'm sorry Flo" "Get out of my car Harry" I sighed and he quickly obeyed. I sat in the drivers seat and pointed for him to get in the passenger seat. "You don't have clothes on" he said as I started driving. "And who's fault is that then?" I asked and he hung his head. "I can't believe you were going to steal my car. After everything Harry. You were really just going to up and leave" I scoffed. I picked up my phone and handed it to him. "Dial your mum for me" I sighed and he did so with no protest. It rang. "Why are you calling her?" "Shh" I said focusing on the road. "Florence?" A soft voice said from the other end of the phone. "Morning Anne. How are you?" "I'm ok thank you my love how are you?" She asked. "Not great actually. I'm on my way to yours if that's ok?" "Of course! I'll get some coffee ready" she said and I smiled. "Thank you. I'll see you in a bit" I said and pressed the hang up button.
"You're really going in to see my mother in your pyjamas?" He scoffed as we pulled up outside her house. "I didn't have a choice Harry. Get out" I said. My blood was running cold. I didn't want to speak to him. I didn't even want to see him. "I don't want to. You're going to tell her" he said. "Yes I am telling her. I'm also telling her that I'm signing you up for therapy" I sighed and slammed my car door shut. "Flo! Flo!" "My name's Florence Harry. Not Flo" I said gripping my fingers into fists. I walked up to Anne's house and knocked on the door, all while keeping an eye on Harry, who was trailing behind me like a scolded child.
"Oh my god you must be frozen!" Anne exclaimed as I stepped inside. "Harry!" She smiled and went to hug her son. "We have to talk" I said and she nodded. Her face turning from an expression of excitement, to one of worry. "Come and sit in here" she said leading us both to a lavish sitting room. "What's happened?" "I'll tell her!" Harry said quickly and I sat back in my seat. "Harry what have you done now?" "I stayed with Florence last night after I was released. And then this morning, I don't know what came over me, but I left Florence asleep in the apartment and I stole her car keys. She found me sat in her car" he explained, not meeting her eye. "Go on" "I was going to steal the car and run" he sighed and Anne closed her eyes. "I didn't raise you like this Harry. At all. Why would you do that?" "I didn't want to stay here. I just wanted to get away" he said. "And you think I wouldn't have found you? Harry, if you stole my car, I would know it was you, and I know my number plate. Tracking you would have been the easiest thing in the world" I said and he nodded. "I didn't think." "Anne Im suggesting that he stay here with you. I also want to make sure that he comes and sees me in the prison twice a week for therapy" I said writing it down on a piece of paper, "he needs it" "Thank you" She whispered.
"I best be off then" I sighed after we had been sat in silence for a good five minutes. "I'll make sure he comes to you, and I'll make sure he behaves himself" Anne said giving me a quick hug. "Thank you for everything you're doing for him" "It's my job" I sighed. "I'll walk you to the door" Harry said and I nodded. "Twice a week" "Flo let me stay with you" he said quickly and held my waist. "No." I said quickly back. "I can't be without you" he said, pleading with his eyes. "You blew that chance when you almost stole my car" I said, my voice faltering slightly. "Please Florence. Trust me" "I don't trust you." I said, a hot tear falling from my eye. "It's time to come back to reality now Harry. You go on being a star, I go on doing my job." I cried. "I don't want that life again. I want you" he said wiping my cheeks. "You can't have me." I whispered. "Florence" he whispered but I shook my head. "The only time I want to hear from you is if it's an emergency. The only time I want to see you is on Monday and Saturday afternoons in my office" I said. "Don't do this. You'll regret it" he said and I knew he was right.
I would regret it. Letting him go now would be my worst nightmare. I didn't want to be without Harry. But I had to. It was the right thing to do, even if neither of us wanted it.
"Goodbye" I whispered and he let go of my waist. He leaned down to kiss me but I turned my cheek so his lips hit my cheek that was now wet with tears. I quickly opened their door and walked out. Everything in me wanted to look back at him. I wanted to run to him. But I didn't. I couldn't. I waked straight to my car, wiped away the remaining tears, took a deep breath, and started the drive back to the prison. My heart was broken. But I had to pick myself up and carry on, as if I had never had anything to do with Harry.
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