Desire - Ch. 6 - Jail time blues

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Chapter 6 – Jail time blues
POV: Adam
Word Count: 1212 (short chapter)


I looked through the glass at my friend sitting there, he smiled at me and we picked up the phone receivers to our rights.

“Hey.”

“Hey Adam, how are you doing?”

“I could be better obviously, but it’s not bad.”

He got something from his jacket pocket and took out a series of photos; he sat four in the window in front of me. I could not see her, she wouldn’t visit, she wouldn’t even write to me. But, at least I could see pictures of her. He had taken very good pictures as well, mostly full body pictures as he knew I enjoyed seeing her entire body. There was one close-up of her face.

“You are being careful right? She has not seen you?”

“I am. She has looked around a few times but she doesn’t see me. I have to be more careful though because Craig installed cameras outside their home.”

“Have you proceeded with the plan?”

“Yes. She changed her number to stop the calls but I have the new one already. She seems confused about the calls, Zac has answered once or twice. The first note was sent this Sunday, she freaked expectedly.”

“What about him? What are you doing to break them up?”

“I sent Lily in to hit on him but he didn’t bite. She did put your cologne on his shirt but I didn’t see Emily react to the smell. The man won’t give, Lily asked uncomfortable questions Sunday before the show and he bolted, but Emily revoked her pass and made her leave.”

“You said there were pictures from some event?”

“Fools Banquet, there are pictures of him beside blonde women but evidently Emily doesn’t care. Zac won’t bite for anyone, I’ve seen him reject women include the blondes and they were very persistent. They came on to him multiple times while we were there and not once did he bite.”

“He loves her, how sweet. He will have to get over it, Emily is mine.”

He nodded, removed the four pictures he originally put up and replaced with four other pictures. These were all body shots, from each side.

Emily was perfect. Even as a baby when I first saw her she was perfect from the way she smiled to the color of her eyes. As a young child she was deviant, wild, and completely innocent. Emily was only 8 years old when I was arrested and sent to jail. Emily was 15 the next time I laid eyes on her, boy had she changed in those 7 years. Her father had sent me photos of her, but they didn’t do her justice.

Emily at 15 was still the innocent, deviant, wild little child I had seen last. But she was more cautious around me, she was more subdued and I knew it was because her father was hitting her. I knew then though what I wanted, what my ultimate desire was. My ultimate desire was to have Emily all to myself.

A week with her was not enough. Considering I had to share her with that bastard and constantly ask if she was fucking Zac, knowing each time she said no it was a lie, knowing that bastard had taken what belonged to me, her virginity. She’d hesitated when I’d asked that question. I could read her like a book; she was taking the pain and protecting that bastard. Sharing her was not what I needed or what I wanted. Had Emily been alone with me, had she not gone to work, she would have been completely compliant. I would be at
home in Georgia with her right now.

But no, that bastard seduced her in his office, lured her in and I know he did. Thomas told me he simply touched her arm and she fell into his. He lured her in and coaxed it out of her, she was weak and he knew that. He would not get the change to seduce her from me again. No, the next time she is with me there will be no second person, no sending her away, she will be mine.

“She is attending George’s wedding.”

“Good, then her father can tend to her while she is there.”

“Zac is also attending and his brothers may also be attending.”

“It does not matter, her father is very adamant she will be my wife and no one else’s. Emily doesn’t get to weasel out a third time.”

Again, he replaced the four photos with 4 more; there was one that I pointed too.

“What the hell is that?”

“It was taken Sunday afternoon. After Lily asked the question he bolted and Emily went after him. They didn’t see me at the end of the
hallway.”

“Are they…?”

“No. They were dressed. I couldn’t hear them and I couldn’t stay long either but she was back there an hour. I did glance once and she was kissing his neck, whatever she was saying he was smiling about it.”

It pissed me off that she was so close to him, that his hands were on her lower back, and that her hands were around him.
He removed that one quickly and did not replace it. I was not supposed to see them at all, but the guard was paid off to look the other way. He however could not mail me any nor could he discuss her name in a letter, the jail would not allow those through.

He was quite and then leaned forward.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

“Besides break them up? You can send her running home to her father and brothers. He cheated on his wife; surely he is not that
faithful. Kate claimed Emily was not the first person he was with outside her. Zac has a weakness and I know he does.

“His weakness is Emily.”

“He has to have something else.”

“His ex-wife. But, she’s not talking to me and she won’t say anything.”

“She can’t, he included it in the divorce. She’s not allowed to speak about their divorce or she ends up paying everything back.”

“I will keep looking, but so far only her.”

I sat back some. “Make him think she’s cheating on him.”

“Good plan. I’ll work on that.”

When the time was up he removed the last three photos and left, I returned to my cell where I could dwell on what I wanted. The plan was be as nice as I could, I didn’t make waves and I didn’t cross anyone. I kept to myself and behaved, I was praying for early release.

Instead, I retreated to the memories of Emily over the years, as a baby so small and cute, as a child wild and free, and then as a subdued teenager. I couldn’t be with her right now, but that did not matter. I had my memories of her screaming for me and I had the pictures I had taken while she cried, when she bled for me. I had pictures of the marks that drumstick left, oh the irony of that his drumstick inflicting that much pain. The pictures were all safe in her father’s hands, because he’d requested them.

It was sad, her brothers truly were clueless.