The Mysterious Demon

-Dominic’s POV-

Jail.

It wasn’t that bad. I think it was safe to say that movies definitely overexaggerated how bad it was going to be in here which was a little less fun than I had anticipated.

I had my own cell for now because I still had time before my court date and that was absolutely perfect for me. Isolation was something I was comfortable with. People in here weren’t exactly nice though either. If I wasn’t a street fighter maybe this place would bother me more but because I am, non of these people scare me. In fact, I may as well call myself one of them.

Right then I was hanging outside since it was our free time and was smoking a cig that I had taken from one of the guards. You would have thought that being in prison would have helped me get away from them but instead, I saw getting one as a challenge I was willing to accept, and evidently, I succeeded. It was a good way to start the day but it was still too early to determine how the rest of the day was going to go.

Once I was finished with the cigarette, I threw it over the fence in time to see three women walking up to me. They all seemed older than me by around ten years, probably comfortable living in prison, so I kept my guard up.

“Hey, bitch!” One of them shouted which almost made me roll my eyes. “Can I help you?” I asked, disinterested. She scoffed at my tone before whispering something to the other two. They both then started approaching me and forcefully held my arms in place. Huh, this felt familiar. Oh, that’s right, it was Nick’s bullying phase all over again except in prison. Did I really look that much of a target? I thought to myself as I watched the seemed leader walk up to me with a smirk on her face.

You’d think for grown women, they wouldn’t stoop down to this childish behaviour but then again, I wasn’t one to say anything since I did similar for a living.

The woman saw my relaxed facial features and her smirk fell. At least she wasn’t downright angry, that would have probably made the situation worse. She then put one hand on my shoulder before spitting, “you’re going to do whatever we tell you to from now on, alright? You’re our little bitch,” she declared before reaching up to my hair and tugging on it roughly which made me grit my teeth.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Alright, that was enough. I thought before bringing my leg up and kicking her chest, hard. This made the two women stood next to me let go to go help her as she yelled out in pain. I definitely made them angry now. They then stood up, ready to attack me but before they could a guard came up from behind us and told us it was time for lunch.

How people treated each other in here was very biased. You either knew someone outside of prison which is why you’re on good terms or you share a cell which means your forced to like each other. Everyone else was your enemy or someone you should stay away from at least. Using this, that’s how everyone decided where they were going to sit during lunch. I guess it was just like school except the food was better here.

Like school though, I walked alone with my tray at hand, to a table which was mostly deserted. As I was eating, partly grateful for the food, I suddenly felt something splash onto the side of my face.

I’d like to say I was a patient person. Maybe I would have ignored the laughter coming from the same woman as before as she stood beside me with a now-empty bucket in hand. But what she had thrown from it and onto me wasn’t just something I could ignore. Especially since it was burning the side of my face.

The room was silent but I couldn’t hold it in. I let out a painfilled and angry yell as I turned to her with hate in my eyes. My skin felt as if it was being sliced off of my face with a knife. It hurt. And she was to blame.

So without a second’s hesitation, I leapt on her, punching her face as many times as I was able until guards had to pull me off of her but I was still enraged. Her blood on my fists hadn’t satisfied me and yet I was in too much pain to keep struggling.

There was a guard who had seen the whole thing and was currently the one holding me, telling the other’s that I wasn’t at fault which eased their attention off of me. “Are you okay?” he asked me, taking my hand which also stung. It wasn’t just the side of my face, it was also my neck and right hand that was burnt. Him touching my hand made me lash out. “Where the fuck were the guards?! Why weren’t any of you there to stop her?!” I shouted which made him look away from me, not that he was fully faced to me anyway.

I sighed after that, knowing that I couldn’t keep myself angry so I pulled myself away from the hall and into a bathroom. I opened the sink, letting ice cold water run before putting my hand in it. It helps that out but I was getting restless with the stinging in my face until I didn’t see any other choice but to submerge my head into the water as well.

A good twenty minutes had passed when there was a knock on the bathroom door. I pulled my head out from under the sink and looked into the mirror before cringing. The boiling water made its mark, that’s for sure, and I didn’t know when something like this would heal if at all.

With water dripping down my face and hair, I opened the door to see the same guard as before, he had probably followed me and stood out here this whole time. “What do you want?” I asked, venom spitting out of my mouth. He looks down before replying.

“I was going to get you to see the nurse before taking you to the visitor’s room. Someone by the name of Nickolas Secter booked to see you today at two pm.”

I sighed once more before looking back at the mirror. How was I going to go out with this? I didn’t want anyone, especially Nick, seeing me like this. I wouldn’t want to put that on his shoulders. Yet at the same time, I now wanted nothing more than to get out of this hell hole, even if it is for a few minutes. “Okay.”

The nurse wasn’t able to do much so my visit with her was shortly before I was led into the visitor’s room. I sat at my designated seat, aware of the multiple guards here and around the room. In front of me was a phone and a glass wall, very typical. I decided that I was going to try and hide my scars so I sat with the left side of my body facing the glass and the rest away where they couldn’t be seen.

It was right on time too because then Nick and a few others came into the room, sitting in front of the other inmates who were also here. Nickolas’ face was straight until he saw me and his face brightened, showing me a smile. I took notice he had a lot of scars and stitches though, which I took note of to ask later.

I smiled back at him and grabbed the phone, he reflected my actions on his side.

“Hey, sis,” He greeted softly through the phone with made my smile widen ever so slightly. “Hey bro, how have you been?” I ask casually and look to see his eyes gloss over which shocked me a little. “How have I been? You’re stuck in a cell and you’re asking me how I’ve been?” He asked with disbelief which made me chuckle.

“You’re right, we only have limited time, we shouldn’t waste it with small talk,” I say back which makes him rub his free hand over his face before laughing out loud as if he hadn’t laughed in years.

“I wonder what I would do without you,” he mumbles and I smirk before whispering into the phone, “you would probably be stuck in your own cell with the rest of your lads, without me.” this makes us both chuckle, “yeah, I probably wouldn’t have gotten beat up by Xavier either, without you,” he mocks which makes my eyes widen. So that’s why he had stitches. This time it was my turn to laugh and so I faced him fully before asking, “He seriously beat you up? Hah! That’s hilarious! Why?” but before he answered me I noticed his face had fallen agape and his eyes were dark as they scanned my face.

Fuck. I had turned my body to him without being conscious of it and now he could see my scars. I tried covering the right side of my face with my right hand but that wasn’t helpful since my hand was also scarred. “Shit,” I cursed before putting that down and trying to turn away again. I was about to put the phone down when Nick crashed his fist onto the table on the other side which made me jump and keep the phone by my ear.

“Domi-the fuck-nic! What the hell happened to you?!” He shouted, loud enough for me to hear him without the phone. “I’m in jail Nick, we should have expected this,” I say calmly which made him stare at my face. After a moment of silence and inability to say anything else, we both sighed.

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