Sua Farfalla

Is water wet?

(A/N: Strong content ahead. Read at your own risk)

Alonzo's POV:

Day two of counseling and I have to admit, I'm intrigued. 

I really want to know what kind of ridiculous comparisons she's gonna make today.

I've been lying in bed ever since I woke up. 

Why bother trying to do something when I know they won't let me out of my room... not while knowing I'm 'unstable' and can kill any of them any second.

I hear shuffling at the door and stand up walking towards the desk at the far left corner of my cell.

I must admit, this cell isn't like one a person could see in movies. It really looks nothing like the ones from Prison Break, for example.

My cell is relatively huge compared to those. 

It is all grey colored, yes, except for the furniture. 

There's a cream carpet in the middle of the room, a tall Pixar like lamp next to a very big and comfortable armchair, which is beside my queen sized bed.

The bathroom is at the far right corner. It has all the crap a guy could need to stay clean and comfortable, but I still can't get accustomed to the fact that it has no door. 

It's logical if you think about it though... who would let a convicted criminal the chance to lock himself or a guard in there?

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As I walk towards the big oak desk and sit in one of the four chairs it has, an ugly looking guard approaches me to handcuff my hands to it.

Moments later, I hear the door open again, and this time a petite girl enters, her head hanging low and holding her sleeves like her life depends on them.

'Good, Jenna's back', I thought while smiling softly.

The guard left after checking everything was okay, leaving us on our own. 

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She sat down in front of me, her head still low and her eyes looking everywhere but at me.

'Something is clearly off' I thought to myself, but after realizing it's only our second time together I just assumed she was nervous. 

She shouldn't be though, not around me at least. 

I hate myself for making her feel uncomfortable.

"Jenna?" I started, "You there?".

I waited for an answer but didn't get any.

I chuckled to myself and quietly said, "What planet did your mind go to this time, farfalla?"

The thought of doing the same I did last time crossed my mind, but as I was approaching my face to hers I noticed something I never want to see on her again. 

I saw a little cut on her cheek.

Someone's gonna die.

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Jenna's POV:

I blink a few times remembering where I am and force my mind to stop wondering for once.

I look up to see him sitting back down on his chair with a scary looking expression on his face. 

When did he even stand?

"Sorry", I begin explaining, "I was just wondering... is water wet? Because I really feel like I should say yes yet something tells me there's more to it".

And before I know it, I start rambling. 

"I mean, if you think about it, something being wet means it is not dry, right? Obviously, but if-"

"Jenna" I hear him say with his deep sexy Italian voice, making me picture other many thing he could tell me that would make my toes curl...

Although, to be fair, he could be talking about the weather and I'd still get turned on.

Suddenly, I remember he was talking to me and focus my attention back on him, who clearly had said something I did not hear.

He sighs and gets closer to me, and for a second there I think I see him trying to reach out to me with his hands, only to be stopped by the handcuffs.

"Jenna, I'm only gonna ask one more time" he says in all seriousness. "Who the hell is responsible for that cut on your cheek?"

I was stunned.

"Yo- you realized?" I softly whispered, "Nobody ever cares about my injuries, nobody ever really asked before" I continue mumbling to myself while looking at him eyes wide open, not truly processing his question.

The words slip through my mouth without even realizing it, but I couldn't help feeling shocked for his interest.

I never once covered my bruises because my family and classmates don't care. 

So when none of them ever asked anything, I just assumed nobody cared whether or not I had them.

They couldn't care less about my wellbeing. 

No one cares anyways.

I look back up and see him staring at me with sad eyes, almost as if what I said pained him.

After thinking his question over, I tried to come up with a way to tell him what had happened.

Should I really tell him? 

Does he truly care?

Will I bore him if I tell him the whole story?

Should I even share that with a stranger like him?

How on earth could I explain yesterday's events?

Yesterday.

Then it hit me, all of it. 

Memories of my uncle hitting me and touching himself after flew into my mind, clouding my vision and making my breathing short and forced.

'I can't take it anymore' I thought, 'I need all of this to go away'.

Funny how everytime this happens to me it feels like I'm dying, but I never quite do. 

It stops at some point, but in the meantime I get attacked by my own mind, making me feel like a prisoner being tortured.

I can't breath, I can't see... I'll just have to wait till this panic attack is over.

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Alonzo's POV:

Her statement truly threw my off guard. 

Has she already had bruises on her? 

Did no one ever questioned them?

Suddenly, I watch her face go from confused to completely blank, her skin palling as her breathing started to become rough.

'I know that look too well' I thought, 'she's having a panic attack'.

I see her standing from the chair and starting to back away towards the wall, slowly sliding down until reaching the floor.

"Jenna!" I start calling out her name over and over again, hoping it would bring her back to reality, but she couldn't hear me.

Desperately trying to rid myself of the handcuffs, I pull and pull until I heard the wood from the desk crack, freeing my hands.

I carefully walk up to her so that I wouldn't scare her and slowly crouch next to her, softly grabbing her head and pulling her into a firm hug.

"Jenna, just breath. I know it seems difficult, but try to calm down", I soothingly whisper into her ear. 

"Look around farfalla, it's just you and me here, no one's gonna hurt you".

I could feel her beginning to relax in my arms, so I carried on talking to her while rubbing small soft circles on her back and hair.

"Love, just breath in and out with me, I know you can do it. Concentrate on my voice, and my voice only"

"I'm here for you, I'm here with you, and I need you here with me too, so calm down and breath, please"

After a few moment of us just sitting there, her between my legs and still on my arms, I feel her look up. 

All I could see in her eyes was gratitude and tiredness. 

I know how hard it is to get through a panic attack, so I know how she must feel.

To my surprise, I feel her hand slowly reaching out, holding my cheek while her forehead stays resting against mine.

"Thank you" I hear her softly say as I feel I tear slip down her cheek.

"Thank you so very much".