Convicted Love

chapter Three

I’m up at the first sign of light living in a prison for 10 years I always woke up early. I get dressed it’s cold outside but all I have is one outfit just because I haven’t been able to get out yet and I still need to go redo my driving test and I need to get in touch with my parole officer. I walk outside and start down the porch when I see something on my steps if I wouldnt of been looking I would of stepped on it. I bend down to pick it up and see its a little black truck just like my big one. I slide it into my hoodie pocket wondering where it came from when I see the curtain next door move again I know exactly who it came from I wonder what her story is she doesn’t talk but I swore I heard her say thank you as quietly as she could. I start down the path and head towards town when I notice a little red car following me the car pulls up beside me when I notice it’s stopped at first my heart starts racing then I notice who it is. I look down at the girl inside the car and almost dont notice shes gesturing toward the passenger side of the car she wants me to get in. “ thanks for the offer but you don’t know me I could be a killer for all you know your young and its smart not to pick up strangers”. I feel bad for her she’s looks so lonely then I hear her “please” its faint but it’s there. i walk to the other side of the car and slowly open the door i get in the car and she takes off she looks at me and i assume shes asking me where i need to go. I give her the address of my parole officer and she just looks at me wide-eyed. “I told you that it wasn’t best to pick up strangers, but you’re safe; pull over.” She keeps driving, her hands gripping the wheel tighter as if trying to steady herself against the unsettling situation. We pull into the address and I take off my seat belt and get out of the car I walk into the building and at first I expect her to drive away but she doesn’t she sits there as if she’s waiting for me. I sit down in one of the chairs and wait for my name to be called “Mr Sullivan” a tall guy with a stern expression calls out. He’s dressed in a dark suit, his eyes scanning the room as if measuring everyone’s potential threat. I stand up and follow him down a narrow corridor, my heart racing with the anticipation of what comes next. We get to his office and he motions me to sit down, his face showing a mix of curiosity and concern as he prepares to discuss the important matters at hand.

He hands me a cup and tells me to go pee in it he points towards a bathroom in his office “Leave the door open.” I guess it’s good I decided to get a drink before I came here. “I’ll be checking on you for the next 30 days you’ve served your full ten years so I’m just here to help out when needed”. He hands me the form I need to go take my driver’s test again and tells me that’s it I passed I can leave.

Isabellas pov

I sit in the car waiting kicking myself for not leaving but I wasn’t able to just leave him it’s cold outside and he doesn’t hardly have clothes on I saw him this morning pick up the truck and seen he smiled so I hope that means he enjoyed it. I’m still waiting after 30 minutes when he walks out with forms in his hand he walks over to the car “ You can leave I’m sorry I dragged you into this” he starts walking away and before I know it my instinct to follow him kicks in I shut off the car and follow behind him. “Please don’t go” it barely comes out but I know he hears me because he turns around and looks at me with a mix of surprise and confusion. “ You can talk.” we make eye contact before he walks back to the car. “ I need to go to a bunch of different places but you don’t have to take me”. He says to me I look at him and slowly nod reassuring him that I can take him. He reaches at his hand and I just stare at him “ I’m Blake” he says smiling and now that’s I look at him I see he has a dragon climbing up his neck I wonder how many more tattoos he has or what he would look like without the hoodie, stop it Isabella you don’t know him. “ I’m Isabella but I prefer Bella” I say In a low voice I glanced over at Blake as I navigated through the afternoon traffic. He sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window. We had just met and now here we were, heading to the store I wasn’t sure how I ended up offering to help him shop for clothes, but he seemed like he needed it, and I didn’t mind. “Thanks for doing this,” Blake said, breaking the silence. His voice was low and a bit hesitant. We walk into the store and the first thing I notice is there’s not a lot of people here Blake walks over to the clearance section while I look around I notice he doesn’t look like he knows what he’s doing so I walk over and point at the jeans “size?” I ask he just shakes his head and I realize he doesn’t know what size he’s in “The prison just gave me what they had nothing I own fits anymore”.