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The officers took the inmates and I back to our cells to spend the rest of the day alone, how exciting

I sat there in the near darkness, it was silent, the only noise that could be heard was the dripping of water droplets from the old rust stained tap

I stared at the ceiling sighing when I heard lighting and thundering from the outside world. The rain was lashing down on the hard tarmack outside, loud enough to hear

I missed being free
Before prison I was just your average teenager, hooking up with hot girls, drinking and parting almost everyday of the week. I missed my friends jack, cam, Aaron, Alex and gray. I missed my girlfriend Anna too. I just wished I didn't do what I've done

"Um Grant?"

I turn my attention to the small figure behind the black rusted bars, Mel.

"Yes?"

Without a word she fiddles with the keys shakily and opens the cell door, sliding it across

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and sit up watching her every move

She locked the cell behind her and turned to look at me

"What are you doing here?"

It was late and her shift was over 2 hours ago

She bit her lip nervously and put her hands in the pockets of her overlarge jacket and rocked back a forth on her feet

"Can I stay with you for a bit?"

"Why? Its after hours you should go home- wait, come closer"

I squinted my eye's to see the marks on her face

She hesitantly came closer to me, probably remembering my anger outburst earlier

She came to the edge of my bed and that's when I saw

I saw her face bruised and hurt

Whoever did this to her was going to fucking pay for it

"Who did this to you Mel?!"

"My boyfriend" she mumbled

Melanie's POV

I sniffled feeling tears sting my already puffy eyes

He clenched his jaw hard and growled through his teeth

I looked down, embarrassed, embarrassed at how weak I am, at the fact I couldn't even defend myself from my "boyfriend". He wasn't my boyfriend, he was my ex and came over to mine to try and get me back. I left him because of this shit and I just didn't want anything to do with him

Ethan was more then pist off, he was like what he was earlier

His vein in his neck was showing
Balled up fist
Dark eyes filled with anger
Clenched jaw
Heavy breathing

What he did next surprised me, he sat on the edge of the bed looking up at me a bit. He unzipped my jacket licking his lips and slide my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms onto the cold floor

He's face became soft as he looked at my bruised and bet up bare arms

I crash of thunder and lighting echoed through the building and I quickly hopped into his old squeaky bed whimpering

Thunder storms were my number one fear

Ethan chuckled and sat next to me. We have never been this close before

" you okay there babygirl?"

Babygirl?! What the fuck, I didn't even know him that well, besides he's just a prisoner

"Please don't call me that grant-"

"Ethan" he mumbled

"What?"

"My name is Ethan, grant is my middle name" he smirked

He was confusing as fuck. One minute he wants to tear someone's head off then he's soft and caring now he's flirtatious. It was like he was bipolar

"Why didn't you just tell me that in the first place? I don't appreciate liars"

"I wasn't fucking lying, my middle name is grant. I don't appreciate people who make false allocations " he said sternly

Back to being pist off

"Look I'm sorry okay? Why can't we ever just have a calm conversation"

"Because I'm crazy"

I sat there and sighed. I came to him to get away from chaos but here he was, being the lighting in the storm of his world

"Why did your boyfriend do this to you?"

"He's my ex, he wanted me back and I said no"

He clenched his jaw once again and shook his head

My eyes became heavy and soon enough I fell asleep beside him

Ethan's POV

She laid there, still. Her small figure not even taking up half of the bed. She was shaking slightly in her sleep.

I gulped and wrapped my arms around her small and hurt body and pulled her close to me

I haven't done this in over a year
I wasn't used to touch, it was like it was foreign to me. Yes the officers do handcuff me and come in contact with me but I've never had tender and gentle touch

She smelled like starwberrys and coffee. She probably had sleepless nights. Her body shaked slightly and I pulled the old white and blue stripped covers over her

I looked at every bruise and mark on her. I gently brushed my thumb over the bruises on her wrist

This was strange but right