Sua Farfalla

I'm actually a kinky person in disguise

Jenna's POV:

I haven't been going to counseling ever since the panic attack incident.

If you ask me, I don't know why. 

Maybe it's because I feel embarrassed about it, or maybe I'm scared it'll happen again.

But one thing I'm sure of: I'm so very much grateful for what the inmate did for me.

He could have just leave me to suffer, but he didn't. 

It almost seemed like he truly cared.

I really thought about dropping the whole counseling thing, but then I remembered why I applied to the Juvie Reincorporation Program in the first place, and decided against it.

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As I reach Cell 102519, I think of what to say to him when I see him again.

It's been three days though, he probably thinks I'm not coming back. 

Actually, now that I think about it, why would he even care?

The bear looking guard opens the door for me as soon as he sees me, clearly surprised I'm here again.

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As I make my way into the cell, I realize he isn't in his usual position at the desk, but is actually laying on the bed, handcuffed to the headboard.

He didn't seem to notice my presence at first. 

He just stayed immobile, eyes closed facing the roof.

As I got closer and closer to him, I saw a nasty looking bruise on his right cheek, and could make out what looked like bandages on his torso.

I couldn't help the noticeable gasp that escaped my mouth, and uselessly tried to cover it up by putting my hands over my mouth.

As soon as he heard me, his head shot up and an expression of pure shock made its way to his face. 

He tried to compose himself so that he'd be in a sitting position, but after hearing him hiss in pain, I quickly rushed to his side and gently pushed him back on the bed, making him lay down again.

Being closer to him now only meant I was also closer to his injured body, allowing me to see the true extent to which he had been hurt.

"What happened to you?" I softly whispered as I carefully traced my fingertips over his bruised face, although I guess it was a question meant for me to ask and only me to hear.

Again, being the stubborn person he was, he tried to sit up again, only to be pushed back down determinedly.

"Please, I don't want you to hurt yourself any further, just lay there and I'll stay here" I said while pointing at the spot I was standing on.

He raised one of his eyebrows inquisitively as he saw me walk towards the desk, grabbing a chair and setting it beside his bed.

And there it was again, a small smile appeared on his busted lip, making me feel like my stomach was made of jello.

-

Silence dominated the room until I heard a soft chuckle roaring from his chest in a quite seductive way. 

It continued for a while until he turned his head and looked at me in the eye.

"You know", he began. "After all that happened three days ago, I must admit all I could think of was that question you asked".

I felt my eyebrows crunch up in confusion involuntarily, having no idea what he was talking about.

"You asked if water is wet... that question's been tricking my mind ever since". He explained with a little smile on his face.

As soon as I processed his explanation, I started laughing my worries away.

Here I was, terribly stressed over what I could say to him, wondering if he had regretted helping me or if he thought I was a freak when, all of a sudden, he throws all my questions away with such a silly statement.

Soon enough, I hear him join me in my laughter, his sounding like how I picture Adonis's laughter to be like, only to be interrupted by his coughing and hissing in pain.

All funny thoughts left my mind and worry consumed me as I look down to him, hoping he wasn't in too much pain.

"Don't worry farfalla, it's gonna take more than this to make me stop enjoying life, especially if I'm with you" he said while reaching out to me with his free hand and stroking me cheek softly. 

All of a sudden, realization hit me and I realized I didn't even know his name. 

I've been calling him 'criminal' or 'inmate' in my head without even bothering to ask what his name was.

"What's your name?" I quickly blurred out, hoping he understood what I had just asked, since I know it sounded like a seal sneezing.

Confusion was visible in his eyes as soon as I asked that.

"I thought they'd give you all my information before sending you here" he questioned, squinting his eyes.

"I was given a folder about you on my first day, but I didn't want to get to know you over statistics and background checks from the police, I wanted to hear it all from you" I honestly answered while looking at his deep green eyes.

A look of satisfaction made its way to his face while he nodded in understanding. 

"Alonzo, Alonzo Tattaglia"

'Well isn't that a hot name?' I thought to myself. 

I can already hear myself calling it out while he-

HOLLY DAMN, WHERE DID THOSE THOUGHTS COME FROM?!?

Neh, who the hell am I fooling? 

I have to admit there are two sides of me: my pure, polite and sweet exterior, and my dark, wild and freaky interior. 

Only truly trustworthy people get to see my prostitute-like persona.

Asides from that, as far as the world is concerned, I'm a pure minded teenager.

Only I know I'm actually a kinky person in disguise, waiting to find the right guy to share my true self with.