Destructive Perfection

After two months, I’m finally free. I spent two months in jail, sixty days in a cell, my next day being my final, and it was all worth the fucking wait.

I had no idea how I’m supposed to feel. I guess glad, mainly because I’m able to get out of here tomorrow, but also sad. Sad because I’m going to leave her. I’m going to be gone from the love—rather, unrequited—of my fucking life.

“I can’t believe you fell for me, honestly.” That voice, it was her.

My eyes glance up to see her, she’s wearing that same prison ward outfit, dark blue, skin fucking tight—just the way I like it. Her lightly tan skin glowed against the cell’s light, and those hazel-coated eyes gaze back into mine. I swear, she’s trying to kill me again with that damn gaze.

The first time I met her, Rebecca, she wasn’t really a fan of me at all. Our relationship was prisoner to a prison ward. No love, just hate. A lot of hate. About a week in, I gave her the nickname Becca, which she—eventually fell in love with later on—absolutely despised.

My eyes never left Rebecca’s ward outfit. The way it accentuates her breasts, it was skin tight and felt like it was covered in nothing but leather. The amount of times I had thought of ripping it off her completely I lost count.

Our relationship didn’t really grow for the first three weeks, but I wanted more of her. I wanted to taste her, feel her, touch her and take her home with me. The home of my bed. We would be wild and filthy fucking dirty all at once.

She gave in to me towards the end of the first month. All I did was lure her in with some dirty talk and seducing whispers, and we had sex. I did it with her a few times inside the cell, secretly, she’d come over to my cell late at night for sex. Rebecca came—physically and literally—to me every single night. My cock was fucking her pussy for who knows how long. We only did it once unprotected, but she was able to sneak in condoms one day and slide them under my cell. It was worth it.

The days with Rebecca honestly felt like a loop. All we did was talk, argue, flirt, fuck, and sleep. That was it. Prison is a hell for others, a fucking sin that you can’t get rid of it repent out of your life. Prison for me was a heavenly virtue, a place that I could stay with someone.

Wearing orange and getting dicked down by guys was not what happened to me at all. I still wore orange during my time, and Rebecca was the one I dicked down. There were times when I showcased her on full display to the other prisoners, causing jealousy and glares back at me. But I didn’t care at all, I never really cared for the others, only my unrequited—the one I couldn’t help but fall for behind bars.

I was going to miss her, the times we had together were both loving and forbidden at the same time. My hands want to comb inside that dark brown hair of hers one last time before I go. Just once, and I’d be a fucking happy guy once again.

After having my nostalgic thoughts, I finally turn my head over towards Rebecca, a slight smile falling on my face. “Actually, I think it’s more that you fell for me.”

She cocks an eyebrow back at me, perhaps confused by my statement. “But I thought-”

“Did you forget, Becca?” I got up from the bed and made my way over to her. “You fell for me. It took you a moment, but you did fall in love with me.”

She moves close to my face, inches away from my lips. “I think you mean I eventually fell for you.” Her hands make their way around my hips, wrapping them around the lower half of my back. Becca pulls me closer to her, and those hazel eyes of hers spell out lust.

My hand reaches for the my belt, a smirk laid on my face. “Do you want proof of that?”

Becca’s expression was hesitant—of course, she always had a hesitation when it came to sex with me—but I knew that she’d give in at any moment. And that moment would be now.

Her right cheek brushes across the left side of my face, her voice whispering. “I think it’s been a while since I last tasted your damn cock. I’m getting fucking hungry for that thing and you right now.”

My voice goes low, placing a small kiss on her neck to the tip of her ear. “You accept?”

Rebecca backs away from me and looks at me, we’re both completely face-to-face. “Yes, I fucking do.”

I press my lips across her, hard and rough. The best part is, Rebecca does the exact same. Our eyes were filled with lust, craving, want, seduction, and pretty much anything sexual that my mind had lost. My hands move down to cup her ass, her arms wrapping around my neck, stumbling back until I reach the edge of my bed.

She backs away from my lips and pushes me down onto the bed, her body laying atop of mine. I swear, it felt like she was going to murder me before I could even do anything.

Becca grins, her hazel eyes still hungry for me. “I think you’re going to be very happy with what I have on underneath.”

I lick my lips, curious to know what was underneath that body of hers. I was starving, and Rebecca was my main course. My hands reach onto the front of that damn dark blue ward outfit, ripping off its shirt, the buttons flying everywhere across the room and landing in different areas.

She had on no fucking bra. “You’re killing me.” I reply. One hand grabs onto the back of Rebecca’s neck and pulls her in closer, another starts to ravage on her damn breasts like a wild animal that hasn’t eaten in—at least, from what it seems like—months.

I could feel her pussy rubbing against my jeans, sticking in right in between my clothed cock. We’ve just started and I was going to come inside my pants before the real fun began.

Her hands move over to my jeans, unbuttoning the zipper and slightly pulling them down. My V line and the edge of my briefs were showing, while Rebecca’s hunger was starting to get crazier.

I got her off of me for a moment and removed my hands from her body, taking a moment to take off my jeans and briefs. My cock was out—hard as a rock—and it was ready for Rebecca to take.

Rebecca took off her jeans, and she had no panties on. I felt myself swell a lot more just from looking at her naked body. I was a hungry guy, ready to have my meal. My meal was right in front of me, and I’m ready to chow down on it.

“Come here.” A low growl escapes from my lips as Rebecca places herself on top of me, her pussy aligning with my cock as I began thrusting in. She was riding me, and I was fucking her.

Her moans echoed across my jail cell, our naked bodies making love on my bed. No curtain closings, no sheets, just banging her out in the open.

I felt a bit bad though with what we’re doing for many reasons. One of them is that I’m banging her unprotected, so I forgot a condom. So, the fear of getting Becca pregnant worries me. Another is—at least, what I consider to be my most important reason—that this is our last time together.

I was going to leave this jail tomorrow, I was going to leave Becca tomorrow, I was going to leave everything tomorrow. I was going to leave what I considered my home for two months, and I was going to leave what I considered the love of my life for two months.

It’s hard to say goodbye, and I hate saying it. At least I get to have sex before I leave, but that’s not the point. The point is that it’s my last and final time here, and I’m going to miss it.

I made one last thrust into Rebecca before she climaxed, a bit of my fluids going inside of her before she got off of my cock and fell onto the bed. A sigh of relief came out from both of us, both in exhaustion and satisfaction.

My hands lift her up, pulling her close to me, fingers combing through that dark brown hair of hers one last time before I say goodbye. I press my lips against her head and lift her chin up, making her look at me.

Those hazel eyes went from wild hunger to sadness. “I’m going to miss you.” Becca states. “I wish you could stay longer, I wish you were with me longer. I wish—I just wish that you wouldn’t go.”

“I have done my time.” I reply. “I did my deed, I’ve done everything with you and in this cell without you. I’m leaving tomorrow. Will you come greet me tomorrow in the morning?”

A small smile falls onto her face. “Yeah. I can definitely make a brief early visit.” It’s then that Rebecca presses her lips against me. Our kiss wasn’t lustful or sexy, it was tragedy and sadness. I was going to be gone from her, and she’s going to be gone from me.

I’m hoping in the morning that she’ll greet me, her face beaming up to see me, only for that final time. After that, she’s going to be gone and so will I. Well, here’s to the next morning, and to that promise.

•••

The next day—or rather, my final day—has arrived. My eyes open to the bright light, and I have a fucking headache.

“Note to self, Enclark,” I began to straighten myself up in the bed, “don’t have sex in the fucking late hours.”

I place my hand on my head—still exhausted from last night—trying to get rid of this ache. It hurts, it hurts so bad. I move my body over to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling on the side. I get up, trying to figure out where the hell my stack of clothes are at.

While searching, a sudden knock at the door startles me. I don’t know who it is, but at the same time, I remember what Rebecca said to me last night. A smirk falls upon my face as I speak those two words, “Come on in!”

The door opens and to my surprise, it’s not Rebecca. It’s someone else, just who was this girl and what was she doing at the front of my cell.

I walk over to the front of the cell door to get a closer look at her. The girl was beautiful, I mean, her light skin could be seen through the cell’s reflection, her dark blue eyes—with what seems to contain some grey and gold in them—reflect across my hazel ones. She wore a casual white t shirt, a leather black jacket, and had on leather black jeans. You’d think I’d be instantly weak by the sight of the leather, but I wasn’t.

The only problem I had was her hair color, it was dark black. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads have always been my type of girl, considering how I dated those type of girls in the past. Girls with black hair—with the exception of some, but not all—were never really my type to begin with.

“I see you found my clothes.” I reply, pointing over to the stack of clothing in her hand.

She quickly pushes them over to my body as I grab them with my hand. “Just put them on and get out once you’re done. Remember? You’re going to be free after this, once we go through interrogation.”

“Okay.” I reply. “But, what about-”

“Rebecca? Oh yeah, she’s busy with guarding another prisoner. She’s done with you.” The girl let out a bitter laugh and I give a small glare. I don’t even know who she is but I fucking hate her already.

“I’m going to get dressed right now.” I state as I move back into my cell. I was about to close the door, but that same girl stopped me.

“Look, Mister Rhodes,” Her foot was in between the door, pushing it over to look at me. “I would prefer if you change in front of me-”

“Why the hell would I need to change in front of you?” I snap, my voice going bitter.

She placed a hand on her hip and looks at me. “Because, I don’t want you to waste time around here. Doing things like-”

“Like what?”

She gave out a blunt response. “Masturbating.”

I roll my eyes, ignoring her reply as I grab my clothes and put them on. It was a grey t-shirt along with dark blue denim jeans and black tennis shoes.

My eyes took a quick glance at the girl licking her lips at me, but as soon as she took notice, her tongue tucks back into her mouth and I avert my eyes—as if I didn’t see the situation and just ignored it.

“I’m not dumb, you know?” I reply, making my way over to the cell’s front door. I turn back for a brief moment to look at the girl. “Don’t act like I didn’t see that tongue lick, because I did.” I make my way out of the cell, the girl following me from behind.

The sound of the cell door closing and locking was heard as I turn back to glance at it. My two month stay was gone, and now I was free to fucking go.

“Keep looking ahead.” The girl was beside me on the left, looking at me, her expression was serious.

I sigh as I keep looking ahead in the hallway, the two of us planning to make our way to the interrogation room.

“I don’t even know why I have to go back into the interrogation room.” I state. “I went in there last time—which was two months ago—and now you’re saying that I have to go back in there?”

“They’re just checking in on you.” The girl states. “They want to make sure that you’re clean or whatever bullshit they’ll say and then you’re free to go.”

“Wow, great.” I reply, sarcasm lacing in my voice.

“How was your jail time anyway?” She asks. “I’m quite curious to know.”

“Jail?” I let out a small snort. “Jail’s a coldhearted bitch and I absolutely hated it.” I lie, my voice covering it up.

“Depends on who’s the bitch in the picture.” The girl glances at me, her eyes never leaving mine. Her eyes look at me, mine keep looking ahead.

“What if I told you,” I give a quick glance towards her, “that bitch is none other than yourself.”

She slugs me in the arm, hard. “Jackass!”

“You know that punch didn’t really hurt.” I respond. I’ll admit, it hurt a bit. Damn, the girl can hit hard.

“Says the one with muscles.”

I smile back at her. “Says the one who punches like a pussy.”

The girl grins at me. “You’re probably pussy whipped for me anyway.” She licks her lips at me and I just laugh.

“Okay, if I’m pussy whipped for you.” I reply, my tongue sticking slightly out at her. “How come you keep licking your lips at me?”

She stuck her tongue back in her mouth as soon as I asked that. Of course she wouldn’t answer.

“Cat got your tongue?” I grin. “You want me, don’t you?”

A dry, bitter laugh seared her throat. “No, I don’t.” Her eyes glare at me. Even though her eyes had grey and gold mixed in, I could still see dark blue glaring right back at me.

I shrug. “Okay then, that’s fine with me.” I kept walking in the hallway, she did the same.

We never look back at one another for the remainder of the trip.

•••

We had arrive at the front of the interrogation room. My eyes look through the glass window, and a lady I don’t really recognize is there. Her dark brown skin was glowing against the lamp, she definitely was older than me, along with the girl that was beside me, her dark brown eyes reflect across the glass, and her black hair was in a ponytail.

She had taken notice of us at the front. The lady mouthed something towards us, I couldn’t read lips all that well so it was difficult to know what she had said.

“On it.” The girl replied, looking at me.

“It seems like you know what you sai-”

Click. The sound came from the girl, more specifically her pocket, reaching in to hold up a gun. She points it towards my head and I was a bit taken aback.

I turn to look at her. “What the hell-”

“Go inside the room. Now.” Her voice was harsh—which I fucking hated—but I had to do what she said.

My hand reaches for the door, placing it onto the knob, opening it and letting myself in.

“Ah, great job Devyn!” The woman did a small clap, a smile gleaming onto her face. She was sitting in a grey chair, the other two appearing right in front of her. Both were empty, so it was for me and the girl, Devyn.

Devyn retracts the gun from the back of my head and puts it in—what I’m assuming to be—her pocket. The two go over to the empty chairs and sit down, both glaring at each other with side eyes, not saying anything to one another at all.

“Good morning, Mister Rh-”

I interrupt her. “Enclark is fine.”

She apologises briefly then continues her statement. “Morning, Enclark. So, I see that you’ve met Devyn here.” Her hands make a motion towards Devyn, who rolls her eyes a bit. “Devyn here is going to be your helper.”

“Why the hell do I need a helper?” I spat. “I barely know this girl,”-My pointer finger does what it does and points at her-”and she threatened me with a gun behind my neck.”

“It was just to move you into the interrogation room, that’s all.” Devyn smirks at me, her voice sounding like lies were spread across the tongue.

“Enough talk!” The woman slams her hand against the table, startling the both of us. “Perhaps, I should start from the beginning.” Her brown eyes glance over to me. “Now, if I’m not correct, a lot of things have happened to you during the past, well, how many years?”

“Five.” I proclaim. “It’s been five years ever since I left my old school and moved on with a new life.”

“Yeah!” Devyn interrupts. “If you mean a new life in ja-”

The woman glares at Devyn and she immediately shuts her mouth. She turns back to look at me. “Do tell, what has happened in your personal life?”

I let out a sigh. I could feel my body shake a bit, and all of this felt like a fucking test. A test just to see how I could respond to a question that was just private and on my life. “Well,” I began, “my girlfriend, Jude, broke up with me. We were together for a good minute, and I caught her cheating on some lowlife scum. The two of us both split off last year. My older brother, Kayden, he was an asshole, banging college girls and cheating for what had seem like every fucking time, until he found the true love of his life, fucking proposed to her last year and got married about five months ago.” I felt myself gag—almost puking—at that last sentence. I seriously can’t control my temper when my brother comes up.

“Are you okay?” Devyn questions. “It looks like you’re going to crack-”

“I’m fine, Devyn.” My eyes felt wild, I was starting to feel wild. My voice went into a low growl as I look at her, and this time she seemed to be taken aback.

“Enclark,” The woman’s voice went low, “if you could continue, this time talking about your parents.”

I look back at her, the expression on her seeming to be resting bitch face. I calm down, clear my throat, make my brief apology, and continue. “As for my parents, my father has a car repair shop, it’s been with him for the past five years. My mother is working as a TV producer.”

Devyn looks at me. “For which channel?”

“NBC.” I reply. “Home to Chicago Fire, Grimm, This Is Us, and-”

“Friends!” Devyn lets out a happy squeal. “I fucking love Friends.” I swear this girl is not only a killer, but somewhat annoying too.

I click my tongue at her. “Of course you do, sweetheart.” My finger points at her cheat and grins. “Nice tits by the way.”

She slaps me across the shoulder. “Dick!”

I give a perverted grin. “I have a nice big one waiting for yo-”

Devyn looks at the woman. “This is harassment!”

The woman’s brown eyes fixate on me, and she does not look happy at all. “Enclark…”

“My apologies.” I reply. We went from talking about my parents to dirty homes a bit too quickly.

“Anyway,” The woman replies, changing the subject. “I don’t think Devyn told you this at all, but your mother hired her to work with you.”

My expression was bewildered as I turn to look at Devyn, my voice in a low whisper. “She’s joking, right? Please tell me she’s joking!”

Devyn gives a smug grin. “Nope.” She holds out her hand towards me. “The name’s Devyn Treadwell, it’s an honor helping you out, Mister Rhodes.”

I grasp onto her hand and shake it back and forth. “Yeah, can’t wait to work with you.”

“More so the other way around.” The woman replies. “Devyn is going to help you. Your behavior is quite, shall I say, jerky and dickish towards other people.”

“She’s calling you an asshole.” Devyn states, I just laugh.

“You’re joking right? Me, an asshole?” I snort. “I gave up on that shit a long time ago, it’s definitely gone from me.”

“Okay then,” The woman moves closer, looking at me, “if that personality is gone from you, mind telling me how you reacted when you got arrested by the police?”

Silence. “I-” Shit. I can’t seem to get the words out.

The woman grins wickedly. “Perhaps I should remind you that you’re the one who ended up spitting in the police officer’s face, cussing him out while they put handcuffs on you, displaying the female prison ward and telling others to ‘fuck off’ while you were with-”

“CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH?!” I snap, shouting right at her. The room falls back into silence.

The woman glances at Devyn. “Do well with Enclark, if you can.” She gets up from her chair and walks over to the front of the interrogation door. “By the way, my name is Sandra. Give me a call if you guys need anything.” She reaches into her pocket and throws her business card at us, it flying in the air for a brief moment only to land on the floor.

The sound of the door opened then shut from behind with a slam. Sandra was gone, only Devyn and I were inside of the room.

Devyn gets up from her chair and looks at me. “Come on, asshole. Let’s get you out of this place.” She walks around the table and grabs onto Sandra’s card close to my feet.

“Alright.” I groan slightly, getting myself up from the seat and following her over to the door. “Let’s go.”

“Yeah, let’s.” Devyn kicks open the door in a swift manner and walks out. I’m still waiting. Her head peeks back to look at me. “Are you just going to fucking stand there or not?”

I grin, walking out of the room and closing the door from behind. I’m inches away from my face while I look at her. “Here I fucking am.”

She rolls her eyes and placed her hand on my head. I knew what was coming next, her hand pushes my head away from her face as I slightly fall back.

“Let’s go asshole, we don’t have time for waiting.” Devyn replies to me. She then turns around and sashays away from me. I hate her so much, but I’ll admit, she does have a nice ass.

“Coming, sweetheart.” I say a sarcastic remark and catch up to her. While I was beside Devyn, I think she mumbled some curses, though I couldn’t tell.

And it doesn’t matter anyway, because in a few minutes, I would be outside. I’m finally away from this damn prison after two months, and I’m so proud of that. Despite you-know-who being out of the picture, it’s great to see someone try and help me out. Note the sarcasm.

•••

It was hot as fuck outside. The sun was shining and it hurt my eyes—considering how I haven’t been out in two months—very badly.

“Goddammit this burns!” I yell, shielding my eyes with my two bare hands. I look over at Devyn, she was wearing black sunglasses on her eyes, a small grin on her face.

She looks at me. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” I give out a dry chuckle. “Nothing at all.”

“Where’s your car?” Devyn asks, scanning the area.

“It’s in the back.” I respond as I start to walk, making my way over to the back of the prison. Devyn’s footsteps can be heard from behind me, the loud sound of her heeled black boots ringing in my ears. Even though it was for a short time, it was pretty damn annoying, in my own opinion.

We had reach the back of the prison. My car, a black Chevrolet camaro, was still parked in place. It was safe and sound, from the looks of it at least.

Devyn let out a low whistle, her eyes gazing back up to me. “That’s hot.”

I turn to grin at her. “Me?”

“No you dick,” She flips her sunglasses up and looks at me, “the car.” Devyn puts them back down onto her face and walks over to the car.

I reach inside my jeans pocket, trying to fish out for my keys, and they are nowhere to be found. I glance up at Devyn. “Hey! Where the hell are my—”

Devyn holds up a pair of dangling keys in front of my face, she turns her head to look at me. “Looking for these?”

I swear I’m going to get her back, one of these days. Now is not the time.

She unlocks the car door and goes to the passenger side, leaving the door open for me and the keys in the driver’s seat. I run over to the car, thank her briefly, and get inside, shutting the door.

I turn on the car’s ignition, which suddenly shuts off. I do it again, and it shuts off. “Here’s to a fucking third time.” I murmur. My hand pushes the key inside the ignition, which finally gets it going.

“Sounds like your car is having some trouble.” Devyn states. I start backing away from the parking space in reverse while looking at her.

“Yep.” I reply. “I need to go to my Dad’s repair shop, thankfully it’s about thirty minutes away from here.”

The car makes it way over to the exit of the prison. It felt like my two months in jail was only yesterday, well, at least it was my final day yesterday. Today, I have to work with a girl that my mother hired. It’s already day one since the release and I can’t stand her at all.

Goodbye two month prison cell, Rebecca, and the prisoners. Hello new life, it’s great to be free and have someone work with me. Wish me the best of luck, cause I’m going to fucking need it.

•••

We were out on the road, myself driving while Devyn was playing with the window like a child, her hand pushing the button, the window going up and down with ease.

“Jeez woman, how old are you?” My eyes quickly glance at her as I ask the question.

She looks back at me, her expression seeming to say bitchy, “Keep your eyes on the damn road and I’ll tell you.”

I roll my eyes a bit and keep looking at the road. “Okay, now can you tell me?”

“I’m twenty-two.” Devyn replies, rolling the window back up. “I’m twenty-two years old.”

“Wow.” I respond, my hand gripping on the wheel. “I can’t believe you’re a year younger than me.”

Devyn’s eyes go wide at me. “You’re twenty-three?!”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you were older than that.” Devyn proclaims. “If anything, I were to say twenty-five or twenty-four years old. Just saying.”

“Anyway,” I decide to change the subject, “how long are you going to help me out for? I mean, you were hired by my mom after all.”

“She told me that’s it’ll last somewhere around three to four months.” Devyn states. “I’m not exactly sure. Let me check.”

I press the brake on the car and pull over. Devyn takes out her phone and starts to text my mom. We wait for about ten minutes, and then a response appears.

“Well?”

Her eyes look at me. “She said that it’s three months.”

I shrug. “At least it isn’t two.”

Devyn snorts. “Like your jail time?”

I roll my eyes again. I swear, this girl is getting on my nerves. I’m going to be spending the next 90 to 91 days with this chick. God, help me now.

“Why’d you stop the car.” Devyn questions. I turn off the car’s ignition and get out of the car. It’s still hot out, nothing but road and dirt.

“There.” I point over to the building afar, Devyn gets out from her side and peers to look at it.

“What the hell is that?”

I look at her, a grin upon my face. “That over there is my father’s repair shop, Rhodes Car Repair. And, oh, we are so close to it.”

Devyn doesn’t say anything as open the car door and get back inside, shutting the door and turning the ignition back on. She peers inside through the passenger seat, looking at me in the driver’s seat.

“Well,” She brushes her black hair out the way looking at me, “you seem ready.”

“Just get the hell in.” I reply. Devyn shrugs as she hops back inside the car with a devilish grin.

I press the gas and begin driving, going over to my father’s shop. It’s been a while since I last seen him, so I don’t know how he’s going to react or even feel about my release. Does he even known about Devyn?

All I know is day one of my fixing is just beginning, and it’ll either be very good or fucking bad. One thing’s for sure, I have no fucking clue.