Stanton Box Set

He smiles.

“Come on fuck off. Your breakfast is ready.”

My eyes flick to him.

“Shouldn’t you be in juvi?” I mutter.

He smirks. “Been there, done that.” He waits for me to get out of bed and when I don’t he shakes his head. “First time?” he asks.

I turn my face away

from him.

“If you don’t eat now, that’s it,” he replies.

I continue looking at the wall to escape his gaze.

“Starve then.” He sighs and walks down the hall. I lie alone in the evacuated cells and for the first time since arriving I feel like I can breathe. Personal space—I never knew I needed it so badly. I can’t be in here. I can’t fucking stay here. I feel my anxiety rise as fear grips me. I sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed and put my head into my hands as my elbows rest on my knees. I take deep breaths to try and slow my heatbeat down.

“You have a visitor,” the guard calls from my door.

“Who? Me?” I frown as I look up.

“Yes, you. Hurry up and I will take you down,” he replies.

I nod and pull on my overalls and follow him down the hall and through a security door and into a series of offices. He opens one of the doors and I am led to a desk next to a glass security screen. A phone is attached to the counter.

“Sit,” the guard murmurs.

I fall into the seat and he exits through the door behind me.

I watch the door in the office on the other side of the glass. Hopefully Ben has found something and is here to get me out of here.

The door opens and instead of seeing one of my friends I see the face of the asshole I hate. My fury instantly ignites and I stand so fast my chair falls back and hits the ground and I punch the glass. He spits at my face and it hits the glass. It’s the guy Natasha nearly slept with, the cage fighter. He picks up the phone and I just glare at him.

“Pick up the fucking phone!” he yells.

I stand still, furious. I feel like a caged animal.

“Pick it up!” he screams and he slaps the glass with an open hand.

I stand and go to walk out the door behind me and it dawns on me, what’s he doing in America? Did he do this to Natasha?

I turn back to him and narrow my eyes. Was it him? Hate fills my every pore and I pick up the phone and hold it to my ear.

“What did you fucking do?” he sneers.

“What did you fucking do?” I reply. Fuck, I hate this asshole. I punch the glass in front of his face again and he doesn’t flinch.

“Me? Are you kidding? I’m here to find her,” he shakes his head in disgust at me.

I fake a smile. “Convenient you are in the country when she goes missing. Where is she?” I yell.

The guard comes in the door behind me. “What’s going on in here?” he asks. “Keep it down.”

I turn to look at him and shake my head angrily as I try to control myself.

“You make me sick. She didn’t want you so you fucking killed her. You gutless prick!” he sneers.