Turning Table

Part 2

Part 2

***Let today be the start of something new ****

🌹Rosetta🌹

I spread my hands and felt the sun burning my face, God I missed this I feel like screaming, my smile was wiped away when I threw my head down I was meet by a car waiting for me, the driver stood outside in her black jeans and black shirt, she a lover of caps and hat and today she was wearing a black straw hat and shades

" you look like a dude "
She said taking her last puff and throwing her cigarette and stamping on it with her black leather boot
I walked slowly to her I was not expecting her at all
Me: What are you doing here? "
She side smile and walked around the car and threw me the car keys of her MINI Cooper Clubman,
Her: get in and drive "

I swallowed and jumped in the car, I looked at her and she just looked outside the window,
Her: drive! "
I drove the car I had no idea where I was going but the feeling of being behind the wheel after so many years felt very good.
After an hour of driving she started directing me, we drove to what looks like an uptown complex area

Her: come "
She commanded and walked in front of me, she opened the house  door
Her: this is your new place, we bought food and new clothes are in the closet "
She dropped the house keys on the counter,

Her: any question ?"
Me; and you doing this because?"
I said walking around the living room,
Her: I promised your husband that I will take care of you when you get out "
Me: are you forgetting I went to jail because of him? "
She just looked at me,
Her: I'm not here to talk about your marital problems "

She said taking few steps, as she was about to walk out, I took the vase from the coffee table and threw it on her and it hit and break on her head,

" uuuh....!!!she screamed in agony while she fell on the floor, I jumped on the coffee table and then on the couch, I snatched a knifes on the kitchen counter and ran towards the door jumped her with a knife in my hand and placed it on her neck

" Rossy !!!"
Me: where is he ?"
Her: Rosey what are you doing ?"
I felt the knife cut her skin

Her: uuuuuh "
Me: I am not going to ask you again where the fuck is he ?'
She was definitely bleeding now and screaming in pain, as her blood ran on my hand that was holding the knife
Her: I don't know ... I don't know ...please Rossy... believe me !!"

I got off her and she slowly stood up looking at me, more like shocked at what I have done to her, her hand was holding her bleeding neck
" Rossy you cut me....you fuckeng cut me!! What the fuck girl?"
Me: ooh I'm sorry....does it hurt "
Her: fuck you bitch!!"

I flip the knife on my hand and stabbed her on her abdomen she screamed in pain and slowly fell down holding her wound her eyes looking at me, in disbelief

Me: ooh I forgot to tell you this, I have a physiological disorder ...they call it Prison Identity ooh what so ever "
I crouch down to her level and looked  at her crying in agony with blood flowing on the floor staining my tiles
Me: so let me walk you through what I went through, Day after day, year after year, imagine having no space to call your own, no choice over who to be with, what to eat, or where to go. There is threat and suspicion everywhere. Love or even a gentle human touch can be difficult to find. You are separated from family and friends. . . you become weak you someone's bitch or better yet you dead, so 25 years inside the joint I learned to adapt, just like an animal who has been cage, placed in isolation and with this freedom I have I'm trying to find my way up this food chain! "

She looked at my eyes and she knew that I was not bluffing,
I stood up and wiped the knife on my dress
Me: pass that message to my husband and tell him I would so like to talk to him...for old time sake you know"
Her: mmmm uuuuh"
Me: Now get out of here, you messing up my floor"

I stabbed the bloody knife on the chopping bord on the kitchen counter and left it there, walking out to what I presume is my bedroom ... Hello freedom!

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