The Killing

Chapter 7.

His lips are so soft and warm, they sent shivers down my whole body. I've never been kissed like this, not even by Micheal. This moment is so perfect I don't ever want to break it, but of course someone had to ruined it.

"Excuse me!" In this painful moment we pull apart and look up to see an angry nurse standing by the door. Jesus Christ! "Mr. Adams, I thought I told you can't be in here, did I not make myself clear?" She is really pissed at Jason, I don't get what's the big deal, he was just looking out for me while no one was monitoring me anyway. She should be thanking him for doing her job.

"You did. Don't worry I'll be out of here in a second." He looks back at me, about to say something, but we are again interrupted by an annoying nurse.

"No, you will leave right now or I'll call the guards and you will not be so lucky this time." There is a mean tone in her voice and a slight smirk. Who the hell is this bitch? I look back at Jason and there is anger written all over him.

"Fine." He angrily mumbled in his chin and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.

I look at the closed door behind him, still processing everything that happened in the last couple of minutes. He kissed me. Jason kissed me. I am not sure how I feel about that. I can't say I didn't like it, I can't say I didn't feel something. But it's wrong. He is a nice guy and I am no good for him.

I was little disappointed he had to leave, I really wanted him to just stay near me, I feel so secure with him. But there is something in me that is pushing him away, I can't trust him, I just can't go down that road again.

"How are you feeling today" I forgot the nurse was in the room with me.

"Fine."

"Good, you should eat to get your strength back. You hit your head pretty hard when you fell so it may hurt for the next few days, other than that you'll be fine."

"Cool. Can I go now?"

"Yes, just be careful and don't starve yourself again."

"Whatever." I say and I'm out the door in a second. I hoped to find Jason, but there is no one here but the guards. After wandering the halls for a couple of minutes I gave up and start walking back toward my cell. I just want to lay down for a little while.

On my way back I almost bump into someone. Tall man in a nice suit. I could recognise him anywhere.

"Oh, Miss. Wilson, my apologies, I didn't see you there." Mr. White says in his usual polite tone. Still don't get who is he trying to fool with it?

"It's okay." I quickly say and I'm about to continue walking just to avoid an awkward conversation, but that's just not my luck.

"Miss. Wilson, can you join me in my office for a moment?" I look back at him, confusion clear on my face. "I need to speak with you."

"Um, sure." Crap, am I in trouble? I don't think I've done anything wrong...yet.

I quietly follow him through the halls and into his office. I sit on a chair in front of his desk and watch him as he takes a sit in a big leather chair. 

"So, Miss. Wilson, I heard you had a conflict with another prisoner yesterday and that wasn't the first time, am I correct?" His voice is more lower and serious than before, I knew it was all just an act.

"Yes." I swallow. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm in principle office, maybe because it's almost exactly like that?

"Well, Miss. Wilson, I don't know how they handled things back in Liverpool, but here, we do not tolerate that kind of behaviour. Because you're only here for a week, I am going to let this one slide, but next time you get into any kind of conflict or a fight, I can assure you there will be serious consequences, did I make myself clear?"