120 hours until release
Elena
Two days...
It had been two days since inmate Marvin Romero decided to send me back an email. It wouldn’t be too far stretched to admit that the email scared the living crap out of me.
He seemed like the kind of person who was spoiled and wanted things to go his way. That’s the very same reason why I had decided not to let him have his way and tried to make him sweat.
Okay, that wasn’t the only reason.
I was afraid of Victoria’s reaction and knew she would tell me not to reply anymore, but something told me that it was my duty to respond. I mean, the email was a tiny bit rude, but he did ask me about my hobby’s and goals, right? That was nice.
“Hello, earth to Elena!” Rona waved her hand in my face. “Oh, right—I’m sorry.” I apologized.
“One large bloody mary, to go,” Roa spoke with a suspicious look on her face. I turned to look at the customer and smiled. “Coming right up!”
I gave myself a mental scolding before I got to my job and made the cocktail. I had been out of it for two days, and it was all because of that Marvin guy. It was a good thing he had a life sentence because Marvin seemed like the type of guy to visit me—so that he could ask why I hadn’t replied.
“Here you go,” I told Rona and handed the order. I grabbed a napkin and walked to the back so that I could wipe the sweat from my forehead. Anyone else would’ve probably thought it was due to work stress and would’ve never guessed all of this was because of a prison inmate.
“Are you sick?” Rona asked as she walked in. She placed her hand against my forehead and pouted her lips. “Have you caught some kind of virus or something?”
Yes, the prison pen pal virus.
“I hope not,” I spoke and stepped back. “I’m fine, really.” I tried to convince Rona, but she wasn’t buying it. “This doesn’t have anything to do with that prisoner, right?”
“Wha!” I yelled out, surprised. Rona gasped and took a step back. “Wha!” She also yelled out. “What’s wrong? Why are we surprised?”
“How did you know?”
“Oh, about the prisoner?” Rona asked. I only told her about the email, but I never told her I got something back in return. “That’s easy.” Rona shrugged.
“You’ve been walking back and forth, whispering the same damn sentence for the past few days.”
“Should I send him something back? Should I leave him hanging?” Rona mimicked my voice and tapped her finger against her chin. “Really funny, I don’t even sound like that.” I gave her a nudge against her shoulder.
Knowing she knew about my issues made stuff a bit easier because that meant I finally had someone to talk to. Maybe Rona would understand my urge to reply. “So what do you think I should do?
“Reply, of course!” Rona spoke. “When will you get another chance to talk to a prisoner?”
“So, when do you think I should do it?” I asked. Right at that moment, a customer walked in. Rona walked to the counter while I followed after her and waited for her answer. “How about right now?”
“Right now?” I gasped. Rona ignored me and focused her attention on the customer. She took the order and walked off to make the cocktail. “Rona, right now?”
Roa laughed at my reaction and let out a sigh. “Yes, right now.” She smiled. I was still startled and followed her to the customer with my mouth wide opened.
I had not changed the look on my face and looked at her in surprise until the very second the customer walked off. Rona chuckled and put her hand in my apron to reach for my phone. “How about you show me that message first?”
I snatched my phone from Rona’s hand and opened the email. “Read!”
Rona looked at me with big eyes before she looked at the screen and looked through the email. She couldn’t help but laugh every now and then and must’ve probably been as confused as I was. “Marvin is a very bold man,” Rona laughed. “How old is he again?”
“Twenty-five?” I nervously spoke and bit my fingernails with my teeth. It was what I did when I was nervous, and it was a bat habit of mine, but I couldn’t help myself. “He replied like ten minutes after I send the email. Do you think he might have some special privileges?”
“I don’t know.” Rona shrugged.
“He seems like a burden.” Rona sighed. “But you should definitely reply.”
“Right!” I agreed. The only issue was that I had no idea how to approach him. Would it be the smartest to follow in his footsteps and reply with something sarcastic? Or should I just be myself?
“You don’t know what to say, do you?” Rona smirked. I stomped my feet and gave her a nervous pout. “No, I don’t—you have to help me!”
Rona placed her hand on my shoulder to calm me down and giggled. “Do your dad, and your brother know about this?”
“No,” I scoffed. “Of course they don’t. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be here right now—you know that.”
“Let me think.” Rona huffed. I looked at her with hopeful eyes and waited for her to give me instructions. Rona was smart with these kinds of things. She would know what to do.
“How about you just type whatever’s on your mind?” Rona suggested. “I mean, that’s the entire point of this prison pen pal thing, isn’t it?”
Well damn...
“You’re so useless,” I spoke as I leaned my head against her shoulder. “Even Victoria would be more helpful.”
“What about Victoria?” Rona wondered. “Have you spoken about it with her?”
“Yes, the first time, but definitely not the second time,” I told Rona. “You know how she gets.”
Victoria had stopped by very often, and it was not hard to miss that Rona wasn’t that fond of her. She had no issue showing it and rolled her eyes whenever she walked in. Rona gave me an understanding nod. “I see.”
“Hmm.” Rona went into deep thoughts. “I still stand by my point. You should just respond like Elena.”
Respond just like Elena?
I took a deep breath before I started typing. Rona had a point. It would be the smartest to respond like Elena.
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Dear Marvin,
The heart didn’t mean anything, and it’s just the way I talk. I know this is not a dating site, and I’m not looking for anyone to date either!!!
Anyway, about my hobbies. I originally planned on becoming a lawyer, but I work as a mixologist at a small cocktail bar, so it clearly hasn’t worked out. I’m a bit too embarrassed to admit it, but I don’t really have any goals yet, but what’s the rush?
(If things go wrong, I can always marry some rich guy🤑)
Enough about me. You seem way too intelligent to be in prison, and you have a ridiculously long list of felonies. My question for you is, where did it go wrong, and how can I prevent the same thing from happening to me?
From,
Lena
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96 hours until releaseMarvin—Dear Marvin,The heart didn’t mean anything, and it’s just the way I talk. I know this is not a dating site, and I’m not looking for anyone to date either!!!Anyway, about my hobbies. I originally planned on becoming a lawyer, but I work as a mixologist at a small cocktail bar, so it clearly hasn’t worked out. I’m a bit too embarrassed to admit it, but I don’t really have any goals yet, but what’s the rush?(If things go wrong, I can always marry some rich guy🤑)Enough about me. You seem way too intelligent to be in prison, and you have a ridiculously long list of felonies. My question for you is, where did it go wrong, and how can I prevent the same thing from happening to me?From,Lena&mda
72 hours until release Elena A picture? This guy must’ve been absolutely nuts. Wasn’t the picture on my profile more than enough already? It was one of my best pictures, and it was in HD, so I didn’t know what he was getting at. I was unsure of whether to send a picture or not, but everything changed when I read the email for the fifth time. He didn’t seem as tough as he looked, and maybe if I sent pictures of myself, he would send some in return. Marvin was one of the few who had praised me for being a mixologist, and it felt good to know that he appreciated my job. It wasn’t as easy or useless as some people made it out to be. I gathered some courage and decided to write back. — Dear Marvin, Thank you for your encouraging words. You’re right. Being a mixologist requires some kind of special skill and is no
48 hours until releaseMarvin“Castillo, you have a visitor,” Stanfield spoke. I looked through the little glass of the steel door and furrowed my eyebrows."I'm not expecting anyone. Tell them to leave.”Stanfield opened the door and pushed me against the wall before he forcefully put me in handcuffs. “Hey!” I spoke, irritated. “Did you not hear me?”“I did.” Stanfield chuckled. “But I’m not going to tell Mario Castillo to come back another time. You can do it yourself.”Wait a minute.“My dad came to visit?”“The one and only,” Stanfield confirmed while he guided me out. The times he came to visit weren’t many, and I could count them on my hands. When he visited, it usually didn’t mean any good and often meant Santiago had screwed up again.The only thing I coul
24 hours until releaseElena—Dear Marvin,Link me up with your thirty cousins, all of them! (I’m serious)Thanks for your concerns, I know there are many bad people in this world, but I actually really enjoy talking to you. Tell me if I’m wrong, but I feel like we’re even becoming friends!Unfortunately, it’s just me, my dad, and my brother, but I might’ve overreacted a tiny bit. They’re honestly not as bad as I made them look, and they also have some good sides to them.I admire you for your dreams, and I can’t even imagine how hard it must be too hope for freedom. Keep dreaming, Marvin, and who knows? One day your dreams might come true!I also took a look at the pictures you send me, and just like you, I also had to hold my breath. I think you might be one of
0 hours until releaseMarvin“Freedom!” I yelled out as I opened my arms and took in the smell of the fresh air. I was officially free, which meant I was officially working with the DEA to take down the Hernandez and officially a certified rat.Panther let out an annoyed huff and wrapped his suit jacket around my shoulder.“It’s cold. Please watch yourself.”“I am watching myself, and I look good, right, Laine?” I asked my lawyer. He patted me on my back with a forced smile on his face. “Panther is right, it’s a change of environment, and we don’t want you getting sick.”I rolled my eyes at their boring behavior and focused my attention on Stanfield, who had followed me outside. “I’m surprised you didn’t offer me your jacket,” I told him. “I thought you might because you followed me all the way up here&md
Marvin I opened the door to the living room, but no one seemed to have noticed me. The room was heavily decorated with balloons, and I could not understand why my dad decided to go full out. I had expected it to be much worse, but it was just my mom, Tiago, and Anya. The devil, my dad, was not even here, but I was not surprised.This was what he did. He liked to pretend as if he cared, while we all knew he didn’t. If it didn’t revolve around the business, he did not care. My eyes fell onto my mom, who was having a conversation with Tiago and Anya, before I stared at the ceiling, which was full of pink and blue balloons. “Is this your gender reveal or your baby shower?” Panther laughed at his own joke. It had already been a minute, but they still hadn’t noticed me. “Seems like I’m not that important, Panther,” I connected my fist with the door and knocked a few times to grab their attention. “Guess
Elena“Dad, you haven’t touched your food at all.”My dad looked up at me before he sunk his head towards his laptop. The suspension was the worst thing that could’ve happen to him and did not come to my advantage.Being stuck in a house with a man obsessed with going after the cartel was nothing to be happy about. I could still not believe that this man was willing to bring the entire family in danger just to prove his point, and I could also not believe that he had dragged my brother into this.Poor Alex could not lead his own life and even went along with my dad’s crazy ideas. It was no surprise his ex-wife divorced him because she couldn’t take it anymore.He didn’t even have time for his two-year-old daughter because all he focused on was his job, just like dad. I was never the one to look up any trouble, so I could genuinely not understand why those two airheads planned on going after
Elena“Hi, sir!” I smiled at Cyrus Schmidt as I entered the law firm. He was one of the best lawyers in the city and not to forget, Victoria’s father.He was a well-respected man and had even been my professor at one point. “Elena, what are you doing here?” Cyrus spoke, confused. He knew exactly what I was doing here. He was a workaholic and had been pushing Victoria to the fullest. I knew he saw me as a distraction, but I didn’t care. There was much more important stuff to worry about other than his feelings.Such as a criminal having the nerve to ask me out on a date.Was it even a date?“I came here to visit Victoria,” I told him. Being kind and supportive was part of Cyrus’s big act, so I knew he wouldn’t deny me. I knew what kind of monster he was, and it was all due to Victoria’s stories. The only flaw in her fabulous life was her dad.“Oh