ElenaThe sun fell perfectly on my skin as I lounged by the poolside in our family yard, with Rona and Victoria by my side.Everything was peaceful, so peaceful I couldn’t even believe it was real. Life had gone back to the way it use to as this was how we used to spend our days in the past.My bond with Dad had improved so much, we hadn’t argued since I had gotten back.Victoria’s voice cut through the peaceful silence. "Do you think I should reply to Victor's text?" A blush reached her cheeks.“I think you should!” Rona who had been informed about everything told her.It was quite amusing, considering Victoria had insisted I stay away from Marvin and it had even impacted our friendship. Now she was the one after the bad guy.Still, I couldn’t help but feel happy for her. She deserved this happiness, this chance at love.The two matched each other perfectly. They were both bossy and stubborn and almost shared the same name.My mind involuntarily wandered back to Marvin. His curious e
ElenaOne week had passed since Lucas confirmed the meeting with Marvin, and today would finally be the day.I had spent the past week in a pool of emotions, constantly wondering how it would go. It could go either way. Marvin could either welcome me with open arms, or he had only agreed to meet me so he could yell at me some more.I dressed up as best as I could, went out of my comfort zone, and pulled out a yellow dress. It used to be my least favorite color until Marvin told me I looked pretty in it.My hair fell over my shoulders in soft waves, and I had put in some effort to put on some makeup.As I checked out my reflection in the hallway mirror one last time, I applied the last layer of lipgloss.“At this rate, your lips might fall off.” The sound of a voice behind me startled me, and I turned, my heart thumping in my chest. It was Dad, standing in the hallway, a faint expression on his face.My anxiety grew as I met his gaze. He was the last person I wanted to find out about m
Elena‘Dear stranger,You don’t know me, and I don’t know you either.’“Delete!”My best friend, Victoria, screeched in my ears. I took another look at the laptop screen and reread my message. “Why?” I asked, confused. “What’s wrong with it?”Victoria let out an annoyed sigh and grabbed the laptop from my lap. “You’re writing a prisoner, not a poet.” She rolled her eyes. “Have you read this guy’s charges?”I shrugged my shoulders and read through the endless list of charges.‘Murder’‘Assault’‘Drug trafficking'I made it easier for myself and stopped the count at the third. “How is this guy even allowed on this website?” I laughed at Victoria. She scrunched up her nose and gave me a frown. “I have n
Marvin“Marvin!”I looked at my younger brother, Santiago, who ran into the visitation room and flew into my arms. No, he wasn’t ten-years-old, he was twenty-one but tented to behave like a toddler.“What’s up, Santiago!” I greeted him and pulled him into an embrace. The last time I’d seen him outside of this place was a week before his seventeenth birthday. “Let me take a good look at you.” I smiled at him.“Look!” Tiago spoke with open arms. He stood in a proud stance and waited for me to praise him. “I am looking. You look healthy!”I looked behind Tiago and nodded at Panther. He wasn’t only a great asset to the family but also my bodyguard and my best friend. He was more than a best friend. He was like my brother.He protected Tiago, just as he promised, and when I got out of here, he would be the first one to get a big reward.
Elena—Hi Lena,It’s good to talk to someone from San Diego.It took me some time to get back, and I would like to apologize for that, but I’m a bit shocked.This is not quite what I meant when I said I needed someone to talk to, and I’m a bit confused as to why you would send me a ‘prison riddle,’ but so be it.You asked me if I knew what kind of barswon’t keep a prisoner in jail.The answer to that corny question is obviously chocolate bars. Even though the riddle was a bit weak, the intentions were definitely there, and you’ve caught my attention.I think it’s only fair for me to ask you something in return. I was very intrigued by not only your way of talking but also your use of emojis, so I just have to ask. How old are you?Marvin
Marvin—Hi again, Lena.I wasn’t done talking to you, so it’s a bit rude of you to cut off our conversation, don’t you think?I would’ve never guessed you were a 21-year-old, but I like your energy.Thanks for the heart, although you missed the big letters, displaying this is NOT a dating site, I feel flattered.Now that I know your age, I want to know more about you. What are your hobbies? What are your goals?Waiting for your reply,Marvin(Ps. please stop with the emojis.)—“Is there anything wrong with my reply?” I asked my lawyer, Steven Laine. We had a meeting about the upcoming court date, and I felt the need to show him that I had finally replied to someone on the message board. The only issue was t
120 hours until releaseElenaTwo 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
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