Rose Among The Thorns - ONGOING

Chapter 1: Toss Coin

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Disclaimer:
This is a work of pure fiction. Any names or events which may seem similar to what is in the text is purely coincidental.
Personal rating:
18+
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CHAPTER 1

*Franz*

I wasn't prepared for it. I knew my mind was mixed up with what path to take-  whether I'd be an engineer, an architect- God I excelled so much in Math my teacher sent me out when she couldn't answer my questions, and eventually left me notes to comply for extra hours night school in her apartment where she'd have to scream her answers to me in short, abrupt gasps of "Yes! X! Is! E! Quals! To! Noh! Ah! Stop! Don't! Come! In! Side!" if you know what I mean. But going back, I knew I'd excel in the arts too. Painting? I could reproduce a 2D form of any nude chick who'd spread their body in front of me. Don't get me started with medical stuff, too. My teacher was so impressed with how I perfected the female reproductive system she had to dismiss the class early and have me assist her with checking the papers. And you can pretty much guess what we do on checking "breaks". "Would you like to touch mine for better mastery?" I remember her saying before she shoved hers to my face.

Don't get me wrong. I am not a pervert who persuades women. I happen to be the decent guy who loves to read and memorize stuff and I find it hard to forget what I read. Teachers make fun of me by having me read their lesson plans and recite them to class while they drool on the side. I also have a photographic memory-which is why I also am a pretty good artist. All this, and well-my five feet ten inch physique with my broad shoulders refined by constant swimming practice. I dare not talk about my abs. Without much effort, women come to me. Women come for me. And with such a reputation, I graduated top of the class with a fanbase of practically 90 percent of the school population.

People adored me. I had the wits, the looks, the body. I was so confused with what path to take because of all the options that was laid out for me. I just had to throw myself to one course, read everything, f—— anyone as a breather, have my fun, graduate, get a job, pay bills, etc.

But never in my whole 16 years of wildest dreams did I imagine myself to end up where I am now...in prison.

Remember the teacher I squirted in? She was the wife of a sterile police officer. She got pregnant. She spilled. Just a week after graduation, the couple talked to me. They said they were keeping the baby, everything was fine. The cop forgave me, he said. Everything was a blessing in disguise. They said that they were devout Christians. I was relieved.

And in just a few days, everything was a breeze. A small packet of what seemed like salt was in my backpack one evening when I was riding the jeepney and a cop in civilian clothes seated right next to me just "happened" to catch me fiddling it. He took me for questioning while they had the recovered "items" confirmed in the laboratory. "It's not mine." I thought, but couldn't say-my gut was telling me this was a manhole and I'll be falling fast and clean. Nothing I'll say will matter. Until the time the methamphetamine substance was positive in the item they supposedly "got" from me. I didn't say anything.  My mind was too fast for my mouth as I didn't listen to their explanation. "This is a blessing in disguise," was all that echoed in my mind. The voice of the husband of the teacher I impregnated. The police officer. I remembered his rank symbol spread across his shoulder board. One star. Chief Superintendent. If I remember it right, it's like God-level in their world.

The cops had me sign documents. Mom and Dad came. I didn't affirm or deny anything. I was silent the whole time.

"Son, please. Have mercy on us. Please speak up," Mom sobbed.

Everthying went fast. My visitation hours were over. I ate what they brought, kissed them goodbye, and smiled at them as they left.

I wasn't prepared for it.

Three years passed, and it was so obvious how my case was sabotaged. In the first year, my arresting officer didn't show up. My trial was reset. Every time my schedule was up, someone in court seems to have filed a leave of absence, leading to postponement. In my second year, my lawyer got shot and same reasons followed. When someone new came, he offered that I plead guilty and will be granted temporary freedom. But I wasn't guilty, so I declined. We continued on, until the same cycle of sabotage was evident.

When I finally processed my situation in my mind, I gave up. I was never going to get out. I purposely did not get out of my cell and missed my hearings.

I played chess and gambled the money I won. I was always able to come by with jail food and the scraps I got from other detainee's visitors. I never saw my family again after two years, so those company I used to despise on television became my new family.

Everyone seemed to have the same pattern of story as mine, only different characters and motives. Everyone seemed to have the same outlook on their cases-zero hope. My days dragged on until I got surprised by my 28th birthday when I saw someone new.

He was a newly commit person. We were eating our morning mess when he showed up the hallway where newcomers always arrived.

He was pale white, thin, tiny about 4'11" with a gloomy but handsome face. Then, it occurred to me.

I saw him somewhere. I was sure. I know, I must have seen him in the mall. No, I must have met him in a mixer. Was it at school? Damn! The jail smell must've rotten my brain.

"Ross," his thin voice went.

"What?" I gasped. Surprised.

"You looked like you were, struggling to recall me or something," he said, distancing himself. His yellow shirt too big for his petite frame. "But in case you were wondering, that is my name."

"Franz. I'm an RA 9165 Section 5 and 11. They blame me for selling-"

"Drugs. Whatever," he interrupted and left without bothering to look back.

I looked at him as he dragged his bag to what I guess was probably his new home cell.

I couldn't help but rack my mind where I saw his face as I retreated to my own cell.

Ross.

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"Ross, You're too tight! Ross, I might, I might come first!"

I jumped off my bed, forehead full of sweat as I remember my own voice screaming in my own dream. Did I say that out loud?

"You must fancy the newbie, huh, Franz? Get some fucking sleep and file your request tomorrow you idiot! What a first time for you to take interest in sleeping with someone here!" Scolded Grog, the guy occupying my upper bunks. He fell asleep right after.

I hope he didn't see my bewildered face.

Ross wasn't Ross. I know now. I'm sure. My old brain was coming back.

I got up from my bed and rushed to the entrance of cell number 8. Still locked. The moon was still up from the window. I couldn't get in cell number 11 to verify at the moment but my mind was racing with all flashbacks of an all too familiar girl with the same hair and bright eyes.

"Rose Arrow, of all places why would you be in an all-male jail?"

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Sometimes life can change as fast as the outcome of a toss coin.

How was my first chapter? Should I continue or junk it? Your thoughts and critiques will be much appreciated. I do apologize for the attitude and behavior of my main character. Please trust that this story is worth your time, as you read on about the adventure of Franz and the people he'll meet which shall slowly unfold in the pages of this story.
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