“Hugo why are we in a prison?” He smiled touching my arm in comfort. Soon a guy sat in front of us picking up the receiver. I looked close enough and noticed he had one eye missing and I shivered as he gave a sickly grin laughing.
“Scar this is Cleo, Cleo Scar.”
“Welcome to my humble abode gal.” He pointed around. “Hugo had informed me you were coming.” I looked between the two.
“SO you try to change yourself, really for whom exactly?” He laughed again coughing.
“You need to stop smoking.”
“It’s the only thing that keeps me sane in this place. Well gal changing yourself is not right at all. The only word of advice I have is stop trying to please everybody. That’s what got me in here. You see I’m such a nice person and people took me for granted, they took me for a fool. So one day I had enough and shot him, straight in the head. For one moment I was selfish, I was glad I killed that son of a gun.” He grinned again repeating a shooting gesture over and over again. “People will double you over and if you let them you will end up like me. That’s why I’m never said no ever and that got me where I am. I’ve been in here since I was eighteen and I’m forty-nine.” The way he was acting made me want to go in there and hug the life out of him. He lost everything, I knew there was more to his story, he was skirting around picking bits he wanted me to know. It was either he was ashamed of his past or embarrassed but I felt pity for him. Hugo sat still hearing his story again.
“I like her son, you brought a right one. She reminds me of chocolate, dark chocolate. My favourite.” HE winked and this time I laughed. A forty nine year old making a pass at me. We stayed for another couple of minutes before an officer shouted visiting time was over. I breathe in the fresh air once we got outside; the sun was just setting which meant we had to crash somewhere.
“Who is he?”
“My pen pal. I know its weird being friend with an older male but it was part of my parole commitment.”
“Hugo... can you tell me about your grandparents?” he nodded.
“Once we get to the motel.” HE grabbed my hand and the butterfly exploded in my stomach. He grinned revealing the full set of teeth. We had dropped and parked his car outside before walking to Pentode Prison
“What happened to Scar?”
“He was molested as a child by his father and Scar shot him and killed him.” I shook my head.
“The eye?”
“He did it himself.” I cringed; thinking of gauging my own eyes out.
“Come on, I’m hungry.” HE threw me over his shoulder and I squealed at his silliness as he imitated an ogre. He finally put me down circling his hand on my waist. “I really like you Cleo.” It wasn’t exactly a romantic setting but he lowered his lips onto mine and I didn’t hesitate, running my hands through his hair. I wanted more of him each tilt, each caress, each nibble, each time he pulled me even closer trying to close the gap that was already closed, each second intensified, each moan louder than the other, our tongues dancing to the invisible rhythm of young teenage love. Trinkets of rain began to fall and it was so incredibly cheesy we burst out laughing. I started doing a dance in the rain pulling Hugo along as he broke dance as we sung along to ‘Doo Wop That Thing’ by Lauryn Hill it was our song as we rapped along. He finished it off totally clichés picking me up as I spun around in the rain.
“I love this!” We finally had enough running towards the motel.
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“Cleo I was never good at first. My granddad was in the navy and my mum sent me to live with them down the road to straighten me out. I spent a night in jail, received community service and nothing seemed to be working. In fact I was getting worse and I started hanging around the guys. I did a couple of drugs, slept around a lot. When I should have been in school, I was out vandalising, starting fires an all that. One night I came up too drunk, too out of it and I had an argument with granddad and he threatened to throw me in the navy. I told him to do it if he had guts, I said some pretty horrible stuff and then grandma started crying, even in my drunken state I remembered it so much. I hated seeing people cry and it did something to me. Honestly that night I have never been so pissed off yet remorseful at the same time. Then I did something stupid. I lit a cigarette and forgot it there; it set the whole house on fire, they died of inhaling too much smoke. Me, I woke up in hospital a week later.
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Rocky Road
Teen Fiction"Its a known fact the dark skinned girl never gets to drive off into the sunset with the hot guy." Hugo juggled the keys in his hands walking to the driver's side. "Who says?" "The world." "Well did the world ever get to tell you- driving into the s...
