Honest

five

I trudge into work, checking my phone. My dead beat boyfriend, just flaked on me again.

Yeah, I'm gonna have to break up with him.

I set my phone down, a little irritated as I start my rounds. Finally I come to Ray Powell. I take a deep breath in as they open the doors to his cell.

Though his session is unsupervised, there the guards posted along the corridor.

I enter the room.

He smirks, as I enter the room. "Doctor Brown," He says lowly, his mouth caressing the syllables of my name.

I smile sweetly. "Mr. Powell, how was your night?"

His muscles ripple in his arms as he shrugs. "It was fine. And yours? Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

A little, not that it's any business of his.

I ignore his comment. "You're being released tommorow. Are you excited?"

"I have a question of my own," He growls, braiding his fingers. "Does you fiancée treat you well?"

I c**k my head. "Excuse me?"

"There's a slight discoloration on your finger in the shape of a ring. The color suggests it's only been on your finger for a year or so,"

What an astute observation.

"Does it matter?" I ask.

He smirks. "It does. After all, I'm happy to offer myself as a relief."

Heh. Of course he is.

I sit back in my chair. "This is the last time I'll see you, Mr. Powell. I have enjoyed speaking with you, and I wish you the best in your life."

He nods curtly. "Thanks Doc."

I stand, leaving him once more. "Good bye Mr. Powell."

"Doctor Brown," He calls. I glance back at him, as the cell closed. "I'll see you."

I look away. Let's hope not. I don't think I can stand him and his seduction outside.

I head home, clearing him from my mind, calling my so called fiance.

He doesn't answer. f**k!

I call him again, but again, nothing. As I head into the house, I text him. We were supposed to be having dinner together.

Is he alright?

I sigh. I have to break up with him. He's useless to me.

"Desiree," He calls, as he comes on my house, uninvited.

"Hey, I was just calling you."

Brandon is a nice guy I guess, tall and lean. His brown hair and brown eyes, and dull tone match his rather average personality.

"Yeah, I came right over because I think we should speak face to face."

I nod. "I think we should,"

"We should breakup."

We say in harmony.

He puts his hands in his pockets, sheepishly smiling.

"I guess we both felt this relationship getting stale huh?"

I shrug sadly.

"Yeah," I pull my ring out of my pocket handing it to him.

"You sure are eager to break up aren't you," He laughs.

"Well we haven't been truly together in so long, Brandon. It's just natural we end this."

"I guess. I'll see you around I guess."

I stop him. He smiles. "I knew you didn't want to break up."

"Actually, I need your key," I drawl.

His face falls. 'R-right. Here." He puts it in my hand, lingering.

"Alright. Well...dueces Brandon!"

He stammers as I push him out the door.

"Wai—" I slam the door.

I need a drink.

***

Salone and I drink at bar. She said I needed to shake off this failed relationship with little booze and bad behavior.

I agree with the booze, but I much rather not do...I stare at her practically f*****g a guy on the dancefloor.

What she's doing.

I sigh. Oh well, I'll just drink and chill. I was with Brandon for four years. Even though what we had was gone way before we actually broke up, we were in love once.

It's not like my heart is shattered, but it hurts a little y'know? Letting someone go when you've loved them for so long.

I mean, in a way, I'm completely over him. But in another way, I feel a little lost, only because he's so familiar.

"You're drinking like someone who was just broke up." A vlice says deeply.

I nod, my vision flickering. I can hold my alcohol, but it doesn't do me too well.

"I did. I'm not like, heartbroken or anything. Just saying goodbye in my own way I guess."

He sits next to me. I feel him.

"You know there's something that helps sadness more than alcohol?"

"What?" I snort.

"Letting someone f**k away the pain. And I volunteer, Doctor Brown."

My head snaps toward him. "Ray Powell?"

He smirks, his pearly whites teeth on display.

"I told I'd see you didn't I? And I hate liars."