Sua Farfalla

He'd truly suck at poker

Jenna's POV:

We've been talking non stop for around half an hour already and I've been able to pick up many gestural qualities of him, like how his shoulders sack a bit when his relaxed, or how his nose twitches when he lies.

I found that last one incredibly cute actually. 

The big bad criminal couldn't lie because his nose betrayed him.

He'd truly suck at poker.

I've also learned he's nineteen going on twenty in a few days. 

He does not, and I repeat, DOES NOT like Nutella. He called it, and I quote, 'a silent hope murderer' because you eat and eat hoping it'll fix your problems, and end up being the same dwarf you've always been.

Something tells me he and Nutella go waaay back, I can sense he's hiding something... he's nose twitched.

I'll find out later.

Everything was fine until he told me about his morning routine. 

WHO THE FREAKING FRUCK PUTS ONE SOCK ON AND THEN A SHOE?!?

You know what?, I don't even need to ask him what he did to end up here... now I know, he's a normality murderer.

I look up at him and realize he's deep in thought, for a distant gaze reigned his features. 

I took this chance to look at him, paying attention to every little detail his beautiful face has to offer.

I saw some freckles on top of his nose and a few on his cheeks as well. 

His eyelashes are to die for, and I'm pretty sure that his eye's shade of green is one you can only find in the forest.

Suddenly, I see him smile a little and nod in approval, as if he just convinced himself of doing something.

I can't help the urge to touch his soft skin, so I reach out and do to him what he's done to me many times already. I pull him out of his trance by softly tapping his forehead with my fingers twice.

"So, whose mind is on another planet now huh?" I asked smugly.

He gives me a little smile before answering right back. 

"Well I guess you're starting to rub on me farfalla".

I can't help the little chuckle that escaped my lips and find myself being pulled by those perfectly peaceful green eyes, completely forgetting about the world surrounding us.

-

I knew he'd ask me why I skipped counseling, and I first thought about giving the excuse that I was sick, but then I realized lying wasn't gonna get me anywhere.

He understood my explanation though, I knew he would.

When he asked me what had happened, I didn't know what to say. 

I don't know what happened to me. 

I couldn't admit it to myself, so how could I tell another person that I had been being abused for the past four years, and that I might become a s*x slave soon?

I couldn't say it, so I didn't.

I'm not one to run away from problems, I actually face them head on. 

Explanations I run from. 

I can't stand them. 

I never know what to say, how to express myself. 

It's like I have a perfectly good argument in my mind, but mush comes out of my mouth every time I try to put it into words.

-

Continuing with the game, I asked him the question that has been bugging me since I got here.

"Why are you here?" I asked bluntly.

Suddenly, I remembered a few chapters from Prison Break and realized that some inmates don't like sharing their crime stories. 

What if I offended him? Why isn't he answering??

Seriously Jenna?! How can you ask that?! 

Can't you see it's a private matter??

Alert! Abort!! Apologize baboon, apologize to him!!

But of course, me being me, I ended up rumbling instead of apologizing. 

I hear him trying to say something, but couldn't dare listen to his words in case he's mad or something, so I carry on with my sorry excuse for an explanation.

I looked at his amused expression and realized I'm not making any sense. 

I give up. 

I suck at this.

I then took a breath and placed my head on my hands. 

"Oh Lord, that whole sentence came out incredibly rude, didn't it?" I hopelessly asked.

I see amazement in his eyes for a second before they return to their amused state.

"Jenna, that's not what I was gonna say" he began, and this time, I won't interrupt him. 

Knowing me, I'll probably end up insulting him even more while trying to save my ass.

"It took awhile for me to answer because I was thinking of a way to explain my situation"

'Oooh, now I get it', I thought to myself. 

Ups. 

I then relaxed a little with his words and waited patiently (WITH MY MOUTH SHUT) till he began talking again.

"I trust you Jenna, for some odd reason, I do". He said, giving me a small honest smile before continuing.

"So this is my story. This is my true self..."

'Isn't he a drama queen...' I thought

JENNA, DON'T LAUGH!!