Sua Farfalla

I hate fuckboys

Alonzo's POV:

A few months passed already and I still can't figure out a way to get out of here other than behaving.

I've cooperated, helped and stayed polite as much as my soul allows me to be, even having to suck it up and obey those morons called guards.

Luckily for my sanity though, I guess all the effort is coming in handy, because I was taken out of solitary confinement and put in a regular cell where the rest of the inmates are.

I haven't let my mind drift off to my dear farfalla in fear I'll break down by her absence, so instead, I kept myself busy working out at the prison's gym and planing the death of all those idiotic people who made their way into my 'hit list'.

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It must have already been past midnight. 

I was lying on the hard mattress they call 'bed', when my cell door opened and a blonde guy was thrown in. 

A blonde guy I'm familiar with.

The look on his face when he saw me was priceless, a mix of frustration and amusement at the same time.

"Well isn't life a b***h", he muttered with a smile.

The thought of ignoring him crossed my mind, but I figured now that we'd be actual cellmates, it would be a good idea to not play the ice card, for it would be far too boring.

"Alonzo"

"Wh- What?", he asked, not quite believing I had actually spoken at all.

Tracing a hand down my face exasperatedly, I repeated myself, something I hate doing. 

"Alonzo, that's my name".

"Wh-"

"Oh for God's sake! Don't make me repeat myself, I'm really making an effort here!", a whisper yelled. 

The last thing I need is to wake up other inmates and piss them off. 

It'd be a shame if I killed one of them and was sent back to solitary confinement.

A low chuckle escaped his lips which angered me even more. Does he train or is he naturally annoying?

"I wasn't gonna ask again, I just wanted to say 'what a coincidence', but you wouldn't let me finish the second time", he said, clearly still amused by the fact that he could tick me off so easily.

"Oh..., sorry. So um, what are you doing in here anyways? You didn't spend much time in solitary", I asked, curious as to what he had done in the first place to end up there.

"Nah, that was just a 'warning', as they call it. Apparently, punching my counselor in the throat and making him lose his breath for a while isn't 'acceptable'", he explained.

"Seriously?, you attacked your counselor?", I questioned not believing his words. No one could be that stupid.

"Yeah, and would do it again if I could. Lil b***h was bragging about how much of a stud he was and he couldn't believe how a girl, another counselor, rejected him on the first day here", he spoke with venom in his voice clearly annoyed by this guy he was paired up with.

"Too bad man, seems like you really hate that type of guy huh?" I wanted to push the matter a little bit more since I found it unusual how pissed he was.

Taking a deep breath, he continued: "True, I hate fuckboys, a trait my sister passed on to me. They think they're superior to women, so they use them. They make the male population look bad.

My sister, she says they should be pushed down of their pedestal before they get delusional and start thinking themselves as 'gods'"

After that, a smile returned to his face and his gaze became distant, clearly showing he was thinking of something.

"Anyways, what did you do to end up in solitary, cell buddy?", he asked while sitting on the bed next to mine and putting his head on his hands, as if this were a slumber party.

"I killed my previous cellmate, and don't call me that or you'll be next", I warned although it was clear that I was amused by the smile on my lips.

Still, perhaps that smile came out more sinister than I thought, because a look of horror crossed his eyes before returning to their original state.

"Pff, try me cellpal", he answered after a few seconds with an intense glare.

'This guy is tough', I thought to myself. I think we'll get along just fine.

Another few minutes passed by and we stayed silent, no noises could be heard except for the rattling of the keys some guards had while walking around to ensure everything was under control.

"So, how was your counseling experience? Shitty like mine?", he finally asked.

"Met the girl, fell in love, and now I'm trying to behave as much as I can to get out of here to be with her", I answered honestly.

"Well damn, that's... unusual".

His response made me turn my head to him quizzically. 

"How come?"

"Well, not everyone can say they fell in love at prison, now can they?", he said with a smile.

"Touché" I concluded. "I'm glad I did though, don't know how I would have gotten through my time here without her on my mind to keep me going".

That was completely true, and I hadn't thought about it until now. 

I'm pretty sure if I wouldn't have met her, I would have been consumed by anger, and that wouldn't have ended nicely for anyone.

A pissed off assassin, good luck world...

"Yeah, I get what you're saying", he answered quietly.

"Look at that, cell buddy fell in love too, huh?" I joked using that ridiculous nickname he invented.

I might start using it just for the fun of it.

"Not quite", he said while looking at the window. "Yes, I love her, I'm just not in love".

After realizing I wasn't answering, he turned to me and saw the puzzled look on my face, quickly noticing I didn't understand s**t.

"Sister", he simply stated, letting me know it's his sister whom he thought about so much.

His face held so many emotions that it was hard to keep track of all of them. I could see anger, sadness, nervousness, love, everything really. 

But the one that stood out the most was unsettlement.

"Don't worry cell buddy, we'll get out and find them" I said determinately.

"Yeah... I will, and once I do, no one's gonna take my little sister away from me"

The intensity with which he said that could have moved mountains. 

Who this guy was, I don't know, but I do know he'd do anything for this sister of his, even if it meant dying.