Incarceration

JORDAN

Khissy and I talked about Kevin and his new personality and how good looking he was- you know the regular stuff girls discuss about guys in secret. After a while I felt drowsy from the long, unpleasant day I had so I left her and went to my room to have a bath.

The bathroom was nothing over the top. A toilet to the left, a sink the opposite of it and a glass shower. Our bathrooms back home were more sophisticated than theirs, then again we were much better.

Once I finished my bath and washing my panty, I dressed in Kevin's blue shirt that stopped at my mid-thigh and his Tom and Jerry underpants. After I dried my hair and was heading into the bed someone rudely barged in.

Justin. His face regretted not knocking. For once I saw something other than ice and annoyance in his blue eyes. He roamed my thighs with those blue eyes and licked his lip. Stupid boy.

"What?" I placed my hands to my side and scrunched up my face.

He finally looked at my face. "We shouldn't sleep in different room."

"We're not married yet." My left eyebrow raised. And I really hope we didn't marry until ten more years. I wouldn't want to have to sleep with him knowing he had a girlfriend and also I didn't want him to be my first. My eyes were set on Kevin weirdly because six years ago I would've rather die than have him even look at me.

After a couple of seconds of silence, he spoke and broke my thoughts. "So who was that guy?"

"He used to work for my father." I walked towards the door and held it ready to shut him out once he got too much for me to handle.

"Are those his clothes?" he asked and it took me off gaud. I was prepared for something a little over the top but not that.

"Is that all you want?" I ignored his fucking interrogation.

Not wanting to hear whatever he had to say I closed the door in his face. Once I laid on the bed and was no longer angry my mind wandered to Kevin and how gentle and caring he got. I wondered if stupid Justin hadn't disturbed us if he would have fucked me. I would've loved that- I think.

Who cares about a little pain. A girl like me has had worse. Gun shots, bows of arrows, knives, swords, batons, a good sturdy fist and car hits. I've had them all.

My second night out of prison and I had to spend it in someone else's home. I hated Carlos and my brother but him more than most. I wished father would see that I was just as valuable as they were. Who went to prison for six years? Who killed four drug lords at age fourteen? Who was the best with weapons?

I saw no reason why I wasn't as cherished as they were.

After turning and twisting in bed I finally found comfort and went to sleep. Somehow Kevin crept into my dreams. To be clear it wasn't a PG dream. We were having a fight sex, if that was even a thing.

I woke up feeling rather giddy inside then remembered the dream. It was only a dream and I wished it wasn't. I wished it was real and happened every night or whenever he wanted.

Stupid girl, I thought to myself as I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. What looked back at me was terrifying. A fat, out of shape girl with black thick hair that reached her shoulders, brown eyes and pathetic written all over her face.

How did I expect father to appreciate me if I looked like a pig who couldn't protect herself or anyone? That must have been the reason he made Carlos marry off like a goat, because I looked like mother- a housewife.

It was at that very moment my old aggressive thoughts kicked in. I needed to start intense, kickass training. I hopped into the shower and had a bath. When I was finished and dried myself, I returned to my room and found Khissy on my bed.