Enemy Confessions

Prologue

"Come on Sterling, you can do it." I told myself as I walked up the stairs, hesitating before opening the front doors to the prison visiting area. I walked inside and saw guards all around; the scowls on their faces making it clear I should turn around and walk away, yet, my feet kept walking forward. I slowly strolled up to the registration desk and signed the visitiation book. "I'm Sterling Sawyer, here for my 2:30pm visitation." I looked around, the white concrete walls made me feel cold despite it being a hot summer day.

"Put on this badge and follow me," the female guard said in an even tone, like she was trying not to notice the visible anxiety I was having.

I have never been inside a prison, let alone visiting someone that resides here. I felt like I could throw up, I nervously attached the visitor badge to my shirt as I followed the guard down the long white hall, and she turned through a door that said 'visitation' at the top. I hesitated at the door and stared straight ahead, multiple square tables with a chair on either side line the dull lifeless walls making the orange jumpsuites of the inmates stand out more than they should.

The plump guard turned around and stared at me "First time?" she said with a small smile. I tried to smile back, but I'm pretty sure I just looked constipated.

"That obvious?" I finally said breathlessly, like a had just run a marathon, but really I was trying to stop my heart from exploding through my chest.

"Most people have trouble the first time, it gets easier though." She finally showed softness in her raspy tone. I follow her to the empty table next to the wall and sat down.

"This is my first and last time here. I just want get this overwith" I said a little sharper than anticipated. In general I'm a fairly calm person, except when it came to Cale Maddox, the worst human in history that knew how to push all my buttons; but I haven't seen him in three years. I shook my head. Even after all this time he still appears in my thoughts at the worst time, more so recently for reasons I was usnsure of. I shook my head again and focused on the scene infront of me. The guard gave me a sympatetic smile despite my harsh tone. I'm here for one reason; to get closure from what happened. My family would kill me if they knew I was here. They would rather handle things behind closed doors, and by closed doors, I mean throw money at the problem and make it go away. But money wasn't going to solve my problem. I sat down at one of the tables and tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. I felt as though I might panic and run. Maybe my family was right. Maybe I should not have come here. I thought I needed closure, but right now, I just needed not to throw up.

"You'll be ok." the now friendly guard said as she put a hand on my shoulder briefly before leaving me alone at the table. To be honest, I forgot she was still there. My palms were becomming sweaty and I chewed on my lip to prevent myself from screaming. A nervous habit of mine. I looked around the room at the other visitations happening. A young women visiting an older man. A older women crying and she looked at the young man accross from her, and to the left of me was a teenage boy no older than 16 looking at a young woman accross from him with eyes full of pain, his full of sorrow. And then there was me, a fourth year university student, thinking that facing the man who ruined my life would help make life normal again.

It felt like I had been waiting for hours, but really it was only a few minutes. Then I saw him, the bastard that ruined my life. He looked at me and smiled as a guard brought him over to the table I was sitting at. My breathing now heavy and barely controlled, like I was going to transform into the Hulk at any minute.

"Hi Sterling, I was wondering when you would come." he said with a smile. The words from his mouth dripping with slime.

"Don't smile at me Charles." I said through gritted teeth. "You don't get to smile, you shouldn't even be allowed to live."

"Why are you here then?" He said coolly, reminding me that I needed to throw up.

"I'm here for me, not for you. Don't get it twisted. How could you do it? How could you murder my sister?" My voice trailed off. I cut right to the chase, not wanting to be here any longer than I had to.

"I had to. She made me."

I stood up and slammed my hand on the table. "No! No you didn't!" I was visibly shaking, seeing red only after a few minutes of seeing him for the first time since that night. There was no remorse in his cold black eyes.

I regained my composure and looked around the room; everyone was suddenly gone. How did I not see anyone get up? He could clearly see the confusion in my eyes.

"They left, they wanted us to be alone, to talk this through."

"Over my dead body" I started to walk away.

"If that is what it takes. Cause I will get to you. Just like I got to her." Charles grabbed my wrist, pulling, forcing me to stay still. Shouldn't the guards be doing something? He is not allowed to touch me. Where the hell is everyone.

"You have to let me go, you can't touch me." My voice broke as I tried to stay strong, I knew what he was capable of and that scared me. 

"I can touch you whenever I want. You're the reason I'm here. You owe me." He was now standing inches from me still holding onto my wrist, and I was somehow pressed against the wall.

I couldn't move, I wanted to cry, my arms and legs were frozen, he stalked closer and ; closer I tried to look for someone but there was no one coming to help, just like I couldn't help my sister. I tried to scream, but my throat was too dry; it only came out a whisper. He inched closer to me; I closed my eyes and hoped he would disappear. I suddenly heard a loud, repetitive beeping, and my eyes suddenly shot open instinctively, not knowing what I would see.

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Hello my lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter enough to move onto the next. I promise the events are going to unfold quickly but I needed this prologue to set the scene.

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