Chapter 5

Prisoners Cook-4-0-9 Ocean’s POV "I raped about four women." The man nonchalantly shrugs and I clench my teeth. It's your job ocean, remain calm. "And why... did you do that?" I question. "Because I wanted to." He says in a duh tone. "Did you ever for a moment think about what it did to them?" "Sometimes, but they all had cute sisters so-" "Okay, I can't do this. You are a piece of scum under everyone's foot. You think you're above the law just because they're letting you out? I swear I would frame you for rape just to send your little disrespectful self back to jail." I stand, bending to his ears. "You are nothing, and you'll always be nothing." × × × The guard gave me a questioning look but I waved him off. I called the agency earlier and told them they needed to give me a new client because I couldn't do it. I sat on the familiar public bench, a vanilla ice cream in my hand. I was on my third lick when and image of Trevor came to mind. "Stop that." I hiss at myself, and a young couple stared at me like I was mad. I ignored them. Every time I licked the image would get worse and it was irritating. Finally, I was done, and the bus pulled over, signing in relief, I get home, ready to be engulfed by my warm bed. My door was already opener when I got in. That's a bad sign. Usually, it was just Dain, so I just sighed loudly before pushing the door open. As soon as my eyes land on the figure I scream and he yelps also throwing the box of cereal all over him and onto the ground. "What is it?" I gape at Trevor. "What're you doing in my apartment?!" I shriek and he blinks. "I... live here now?" He furrows his eyebrows and my eyes drift to his shirtless body. His abs were soo, defined, disappearing with a V into his usual cotton shorts. "Ocean?" "Huh?" I blink back at him. "Oh right. . . roommate?" I question and he shrugs. "I wasn't aware either." Well, thanks fate. "I'll replace your cereal." He says innocently picking it up and I shake my head. Already having enough of this day. "It's fine, I'm just... I'm just going to go to my room." I walk towards it and he stops me. "Is this a problem? I mean I could find somewhere else." He asks, concern written all over his face. "No, no! It's okay I promise I'm just tired." I force a smile before leaving. Well, I live in the same house as a murderer. What could go wrong? # My phone rang at 4 am. "Trevor?" I groan as I notice the caller ID. "Where're the towels?" I roll my eyes. "Why didn't you just walk to my room?" "I didn't want to disturb you." He says And I give an imaginary person a flat face. "It's in the cupboards in the bathroom," I say already falling asleep. "Alright, thanks." He hangs up and I drop my face into the pillow, ready to fall asleep.  The next morning I was so tired. I felt drained in every way. I was sighing every ten seconds. I pull on the red pencil skirt, throwing a black and white polka dot chiffon shirt and some red flats before heading for the kitchen. He was shirtless again. I clear my throat to avoid the thoughts in my mind and he turns to face me. He gives me a small smile and I return it. "You look exhausted." He says and I nod. "I am." Realizing that Dain hasn't called for the past two days. That was new. "Take a day off then." He suggests placing a plate of the best smelling eggs and toast I have ever seen. "Thanks. I can't, I just started this job." "Do you like it?" "I wanted to become a therapist, not exactly for criminals, but for people who were hurt." I throw my eyes downcast as I get ready to tell him the sappy part. "My professor told me I couldn't do that because I wasn't at that level and I could never reach it." I clear my throat losing my appetite and I can see his veins through his knuckles as his grips on the fork tighten. 'Do you remember his name?" He asks softly. "How can I forget? Professor James Henderson." I stand, grabbing my bag. "Well, I gotta go. You're good right?" "Yea. . . I'll see you later." He says and I nod. "And Ocean?" I stop to look at him. "Don't let people who are stuck in classrooms for the rest of their life, destroy your dreams of not being like them."