Prisoner 4-0-9 novel Chapter 3

Letting out a sneeze, I grumpily sat up on my bed, staring at the clock

9:39.

My eyes slightly closing, they pop right back open as I realize I am five minutes late.

Dang, it.

"I'm late again," I sneeze, rubbing my nose with a tissue. "I am so sorry."

Trevor looked amused as he sat his head tilted. "Are we coming down with something?"

"The cold, I didn't realize that it would rain so much last night." I sigh as the guard leaves, no yelling this time.

"Where were you?"

I bite the inside of my cheek,

"Dain I-"

"You're not coming in."

"Please, I left my textbook in there, I'll leave as soon as I get it." I was close to tears as I stood banging on his door, the rain sinking into my hair.

"Why are you so dumb? Don't you need it to study?" He was drunk again.

"Dain just-"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Just took a walk, the rain caught up with me." He nods, before eyeing the paper in my hand.

"So you're going to be free tomorrow, after how much time?" I question.

"Two years." He concludes.

"Today's just a little freestyle session since your sentence is shorter. Usually, they'd give me people with one, or two weeks left until they leave." I inform, "but you're not just somebody, you're everybody." He gives me a playful flat face and I giggle slightly.

"Well let's learn about you."

"Me?"

"Yup, what do you like to do?" He asks and I shrug.

"I sing?"

"Really?" He raises an eyebrow and I realize I've said the wrong thing. "Please don't ask me-"

"Sing something for me then.' I sigh loudly.

"Someday else." I joke knowing we probably won't ever see each other and he smirks.

"I'll hold you to that."

"We have five more minutes, last question. What really happened to your face? Please just be honest." My mood immediately deflates as I think of Dain. Trevor's eyes were observing... calculating as he never missed a move I made.

You'll probably never see him again Ocean, for once, just let someone know.

I sigh loudly, before averting my eyes.

"My boyfriend... he... he hit me." I clear my throat, feeling vulnerable and pathetic. They say strangers are probably the most trustworthy people. Well, that's what I think.

"Is it the first time he's done it?" Trevor asks, his use set.

"No." I laugh bitterly, 'I'm his punching bag." His eyes follow something on my cheek and I don't even realize I'm crying. I wipe it quickly only for more to fall.

"I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to-"

"No, it's okay, tears are just words the heart can't say." He murmurs and for the first time I don't just notice his handsomeness, but I notice that this murderer'/ "former mafia king" had more than just a supposed black heart.

"Times up." The guard walks back in on time.

"Ms. Devila, you are not required to return tomorrow due to the release of Prisoner 409, on behalf of the prison and its staff we thank you for your service to our people." I offer him a small smile as Trevor mocks him silently.

"Well... I mean yea... but, I thought you'd probably leave or-"

"What happened to your eyes?"

No amount of makeup can save me from this guy.

No sense in lying since he already knew.

"We need to do something about that guy." He sets his jaw and I sigh.

"Is this your sister?" I question as she grins up at him.

"Yup, this is Marie." He picks her up and I smile.

"She's cute."

"Obviously." He points to his face and I roll my eyes, finally noticing his attire. He was in cotton knee-length shorts and a plain black T-shirt.

He looked so good.

I shake my head, before returning my gaze back to him.

"How does it feel to be out?"

"I can breathe properly now. Literally." He scoffs, "and I get to see this little one every day." I give them another smile and he winks at me.

"I'm glad you're happy." I say truthfully, "I have to get going... it was nice seeing you around." I was about to leave when he grabs my arm.

"Let's exchange numbers..." he suggests. "To keep up."

Biting my lip, I worry a bit about Bain seeing it, but he had already pulled my phone from my pocket at typed it in, calling him so he could get mine.

"Already Ocean, I'll see you soon?"

"Maybe."