Sua Farfalla

It's rude to stare

Jenna's POV:

I didn't sleep at all that night, in fact, I didn't even stay at that house. 

I knew Gerald was psychotic, so my mind kept wondering: 'what makes you think he won't come back in the middle of the night while Mandy's sleeping, and finish off what you started?'

I couldn't risk it, so I grabbed my essentials, some clothes, all my savings and a couple pictures of Austin and I that I had kept all these years.

I put everything in a travel bag and slowly walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, where I started grabbing cans and drinks I could carry in my big bag.

It was currently 4:23 am, and even though I truly wanted to get out of that house ASAP, I realized I had nowhere to go. 

If I got out right now, chances where I'd die anyways on the streets, but if I stayed here...

I shuddered at the thought of what Gerald might do to me.

I decided to sleep on the roof. 

Now, although this sounds quite unusual and uncomfortable, it really wasn't. 

My bedroom has a window directly connected to a staircase that leads to the roof, which acts like a huge balcony and is big enough to fit armchairs, a small table and even a few umbrellas for when Mandy and her friends sunbathe in summer.

I quietly climbed up those stairs with my bag still on my hands, and sat on an armchair once I reached the top.

The sky looked beautiful, peaceful even. 

I've always enjoyed watching the stars, it calms my accelerated mind. 

All those twinkling lights aligned in perfect though imperfect patterns, far, far away where no human can f**k them up.

The chilly Chicago night cooled my anxiety down, and I relished on the freshness of its breeze.

As relaxed as I could have been, my mind played tricks on my exhausted self. 

I started thinking about my little predicament and realized I hadn't really thought anything through. 

Where would I go? Will I come back? What about Alonzo?

And then, the dreaded topic. 

What about Gerald and Robert? 

Why me? What have I done to deserve being treated like a s*x doll?

And, if I tried, could I really run away from them both? Would they come after me?

A sigh escaped my lips while a strong headache made its way to my head. 

I can't take any of this s**t anymore.

Sometimes I feel like Alonzo's the lucky one for being in prison. 

No one can touch him there. 

Yet it seems like everyone can touch me.

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Many thoughts clouded my mind that night and even started to make me doubt if I could ever truly have a different life, but it was all washed away once I understood anywhere would be better than here, for my future would clearly not be a bright one if I stayed.

My eyes were still fixed up towards the stars, infatuated with the mysteries the galaxy kept from us humans. 

A few minutes turned into hours, and before I knew it, the sun was up, and so was my time in this town.

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Alonzo's POV:

After Jenna left, I couldn't stop thinking about her story. 

What could she have possibly done in her previous life to end up having such a disgusting person for an uncle?

Every time I remembered what she confessed, the way she said it, lifeless and darkly, as if the evilness in this world had sucked all the light from her body. Every time I remembered, I got angrier.

Angry at that man for daring to touch her. 

Angry at myself for not being able to protect her. 

And angry at life in general for sucking so much.

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After a guard came to uncuff me, I started pacing in my own cell trying to think of a way to fix this situation.

Maybe I could escape prison? Nah, too messy. 

Plus, I'd only be dragging Jenna into my own mess. 

What if I paid someone to take care of her outside? With what money dumbass? I thought.

Frustratingly, I sat on my bed while putting my head on my hands. 

This whole predicament is really tiring me out.

All of a sudden, I heard some doors open and close, and a couple of footsteps could be heard in the distance.

'Another inmate going into solitary confinement', I thought.

'Great! A cellmate!'... God damn it.

Not bothering to pay him any attention, I looked towards the desk and found my farfalla had forgotten her jumper.

Without even trying to resist myself, I stood from my sitting position and walked towards the chair where it was hanging, softly grabbing it as if it were to break at any moment.

I felt the pleasant texture of the material, reminding me of my girl's soft skin. 

Bringing it to my nose like a pervert, I inhaled her sweet scent and relished in it, finding it as intoxicating as a drug would be.

As if trying to interrupt me on purpose, the new inmate who was put on the cell next to mine started coughing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

I decided to check this guy out and get familiar with whom I was supposed to share a wall with.

I took determinate steps towards the small opening on the far left wall, which was the only connection to the adjoining cell, and was of course securely covered with bars.

I took a peek towards the other end, only to find a guy around my age, with shiny blonde hair laying on the ground, spitting blood while coughing like a sick man.

It was only when I took a good look at him that I saw the angry blue and violet bruises that made their way onto his stomach, arms and legs, clearly uncovering he had been beaten up heavily.

"It's rude to stare, you know mate?", he asked while pulling his face to meet mine, his expression showing just how much pain he was feeling at the moment.

"Yeah? Well you're bleeding and there's a huge wall separating us, deal with it", I harshly said. 

A little too harshly than necessary maybe, but I was never a friendly person anyway.

"I can already tell we're gonna have lots of fun, huh cell buddy?", he tried to say sarcastically, but failed miserably once he started coughing again.

'Oh for f***s sake. The last thing I need', I thought to myself. 'A chatty extrovert'.

"You can call me 'cell buddy', by the way", were the last words he said before he completely passed out.

Poor guy, stuck in hell with satan himself.