She Belongs to Me (Rewritten Version)

Chapter Thirty Six

Vincent:

The hairs on the back of my neck stood as I was processed and thrown back into the jail, being laughed at by every inmate and guard. They mocked me for kidnapping Emily a second time, for blowing my chance for freedom....and they were right.  I should have moved on the minute I was released from this hell hole, but I had to take one last chance of starting a family with my beloved.

That's all I wanted for myself, for us.

I didn't even get to look at my little princess after she was born.  Did she have my eyes?  What was her name?  As her father, I had the right to know.

There was no telling what kind of horrible things Emily and her family would tell her about me, if they even told her about me. The thought made me feel angrier than I had in a long time, and I slammed my fist into the hard wall. 

This was so unfair!

"Settle your ass down, Vincent."  Gerald mumbled, looking up from the adult magazine in his hands.

Fate dealt me an even more cruel hand by having the jailers place me with the same cell mates.  Both of them gave me hell about coming back here, and I was fairly certain that they wanted to beat me up.

The only thing I had to look forward to was my meeting with Levi Cohen. If anyone could get me out of this mess again, it was him.

I sat down on my bunk bed with my head in my hands, groaning as several of the springs emerged from the mattress and cut into my ass. "Look," I sighed, "I know you guys enjoy giving me a hard time, but I'm really not in the mood for it now."

Keith chuckled from above me. "Don't give us any of that 'woe is me' bullshit. You were given a chance to leave this place for good. Why would you fuck that up for some broad who hates you?"

"Don't call her a broad."

"Sorry, my bad. For some bitch who hates you..."

"Keith, I swear to God, you need to shut up."

"You gonna make me, tough guy?" He leapt down from his bunk and rolled up his sleeves, exposing the naked women tattooed on his meaty arms. "I wish you would do something, I really do."

"This is absurd." I laid down and turned my back towards him. "I'm not going to entertain a fool."

With that insult, I was yanked off of the bunk bed and shoved against the wall. Keith's face was less than an inch from mine. I could smell the tobacco and cheap coffee on his breath. It made me ill.

"Go ahead and hit me, Vincent. I dare you."

"I...I don't want to."

Gerald decided to chime in. "Why not? You don't have a problem hitting defenseless little girls. We wanna see if you pick on someone your own size."

"I have no quarrel with you, Keith. Let me go."

"You told me to shut up. I want you to make me."

"You wanna fight? That's fine with me."

I balled my hand into a fist and thrust it towards his face, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back. They both laughed as my face was mashed into the wall. Blood poured from my nose, and my heart pounded against my ribs.

Keith took a clump of my hair and pulled my head back. "When you first came here, you seemed like a good kid. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Now I know you're nothing more than a pathetic rapist, and it pisses me the hell off."

"I'm not a rapist! You have to believe me!"

"Shut your mouth, you disgusting punk."

"Keith, please-"