Lusting for An Ex-Convict

7. NOT AGAIN

MARIAN’S POV

Kissing Nelson was the perfect thing that ever happened to me since I left jail. The way he pulled me into a kiss. I felt his tongue flick tentatively against mine, his hand going round in my lower back. He did everything for me to open up to him and I was ready. Noah was always the grind hard type and actually preparing for making love lasted for several seconds.

I lay still in bed drawing circles on my n****e area. I couldn’t deny the fact that by his touch, all the hairs of my body stood erect. He was so good at this and I wonder how he got all that experience. It was possible that he might have slept with tons of women while I was behind bars.

Talking of behind bars, I remembered when the ugly stout police officer could whip me when I failed to go to the farm on the days when I started having my periods. Period crumps struck me hard but he didn’t care. He said I was a murderer and murderer have to be punished and that is how I ended up having all this scars.

Feelings cannot last for a life time. Having this make out sessions with him was nice but they can never erase the ten nasty years I spent behind bars. I had to put my feelings aside and focus on what is important.

I know their dark secret, a secret that his dad swore to take to the grave and that is what I was going to use against them. I know Nelson is innocent in all this but the best revenge you can do to an evil family is to mess up with their firstborn, their only hope before proceeding to mess up with all of them.

The door was kicked open and my mind was jumbled up. I lay still as if I was bitten by a freeze bug when I saw Noah standing at the door way bleeding profusely from a deep wound on his forehead. His eyes were wet from tears and sweat dripped from his head. His chest moved up and down quickly and I couldn’t take it.

I knew the kind of pain he was in and I felt bitter bile tasting at the back of my throat. Tears threatened to form down my cheeks but I choked them back despite the fear clinging to my intestines.

I hoped out of bed and picked the shirt that belonged to Nelson from the ground. I rushed to hold him before he fell to the ground and proceeded to apply pressure on his deep cut.

“What happened?” I squeaked my voice shaky with fear as I walked him to our bed at the center of the room. His blood was now all over my white t-shirt and I didn’t care sitting him on the white duvet. I cared about him, he was my only friend and I never wanted anything to harm in in any way.

Nelson’s white shirt was soaked with blood and as rushed over to pick another shirt from the pile of cloths that were laying at the corner, he broke the eerie silence with a groan and as I got back to him, he passed out.

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I cleaned all his wounds as I desperately checked for his pulse just hoping that they would not die. My heart beat quickened and I felt useless since there was nothing I could do about it. Us as ex-convicts, we never go to the hospital because something can be framed against us anytime. Once you go to jail, the possibility of going back in there was 90%. We always find solace in hiding. I had learnt first aid skills from my cousin Mary back in the day. I inherently used it on my man Noah before I pulled the wooden chair and sat beside him.

If this happened ten years ago, I would have prayed for him but I can’t do that now because I feel like God never answered my prayers. I prayed for justice to take place in my hearing and that did not happen. I spent ten hell of years in prison as an innocent person.

I never wanted Noah to die, not like this. We must visit her sister every month in jail because that is the only thing that makes her life worth living. As per now, she just wants a friend to talk to. If we don’t give that to her, she might commit suicide. Her sentence was for a lifetime and obviously, she can never be out till she dies. I had promised to take care of his brother the way she took care of me at some point in jail and I was going to keep my word on this.

Dying is sad. You will be all alone in your grave. People will or may not move on from the loss pretty fast and I bet some will not remember your name. My cousin Mary died at the age of 18, on her birthday and her last scream as she burnt in that warehouse will forever remain in my ears.

I have never gone to visit her in the cemetery. I promise to do that when I am done avenging for her death. It is my responsibility as her close relative to grant her, her wishes.

Looking at the innocent Noah in bed just made tears stream down my ruddy cheeks. He was just a brilliant boy but due to circumstances, he ended up becoming a criminal. Life in jail is difficult and when we leave there, we promise ourselves to be good people. For my case, it is impossible since I was sentenced wrongly. I will be a good person when I am done with my revenge. Noah promised to be straight and I just have his hazy thoughts on what might have happened to him. At what time did he even leave the room in the first place?

He coughed dryly and a whimper of joy escaped from the back of my throat. It is such a relief he is okay now.

“Baby, what happened?” I implored after adjusting the pillows so that he could sit comfortably. I didn’t not care about the bloody bed we were sitting on. I would take care of that later on. Now, I just want to know what the hell happened.

“They ran away with the money,” He struggled to speak after sometime as his eyes kept on staring at the white ceiling board.

“What are you talking about?” My mouth formed a perfect O.

“The gang took everything from me when we started running away from the police,” He started explaining slowly and my lips kept on thinning with anger. I thought we talked about him being straight. How could he really do this behind my back?

“I thought you said you are going to be straight,” I lilted feeling the surge of anger in my system.

“It was a perfect plan baby,” He chuckled.

“You are just something else,” I blurted out and started pacing in that tiny room.

“I can’t live with myself baby, they made me kill that little baby in the process,” He said the truth even when his voice shook and I was totally baffled.

“What?” My heart sank and my stomach was a pit of nerves. Butterflies raced in there and I supported myself on the table to avoid falling on the ground.

“You killed someone,” I started crying like a baby. He really killed an innocent baby for money.

“Why did you have to do that?” I inquired

“I wanted money baby, so that we can live in this rich neighborhoods like Westlands. I am tired of living in this tiny hotel room. I want to treat you like a queen so that no one can take you away from me.”

His reason amused me.

“You are a murderer Noah,” I pointed out with my fear transforming to be anger.

“You will burn in hell!” I was literally breathing fire.

“Baby forgive me,” He begged and if he had the strength to walk to where I was, he would.

“Don’t you dare call me your baby, I cannot date a murderer. You are cursed and you will rot in jail for this,” I muttered in aggravation.

“Stop saying that, you made a promise to my sister. “ He urged.

“You also promised to change,”

I walked over to the pile of cloths and removed the t-shirt I was wearing that was soaked with his blood and now it had started producing an irritating smell of a dead body. I don’t know where I would go when I leave, but I never wanted to be with him. He was a liar and who knows what he can do next.

I never wanted to go back to jail. Not because of him.

I slowly placed my clothes on one of the boxes. Immediately I was done, I tried lifting the box up but instead, I fell to the floor with a disgruntled cry of pain.

My heart ached. I felt like somebody had spread a gasoline over my heart and then set fire on it, the pain of it excruciating enough.

How could someone who had taken my innocence away become this evil monster?