𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐄 (Ongoing)

4

Fights & Disrespect

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Maji's pov

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I could hear faint jingles of keys before the big iron door slid open. Not bothering to lift my head up, I peeled one eye open; squinting at the figure standing a few ways from the door.

"Washington!!"

I stuffed my face in my pillow, closing my eyes for a few seconds. I really didn't wanna get up...like at all, but I knew I had to so I groaned and sat up.

"Hello ratatouille" I smiled as I stretched my arms over my head. My smile my growing bigger when his eye twitched and he forced his own.

"Hello Maji"

"I never gave you permission to call me by my first name" I snatched my jumpsuit from the corner I kicked it in last night, before pulling it on under the blanket.

"And I never said you could call me ratatouille"

Chuckling lowly, I climbed down the latter and made my way towards the sink. Quickly brushing my teeth before I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

"Lead the way....ratatouille."

He shook his head, a small smile spreading on his face as he turned around; walking towards the door.

Like yesterday, he lead me down the hallway to the showers. Cells were still closed and the lights were obnoxiously bright, causing my eyes to water.

Remy stood just outside the showers, allowing me my privacy as I washed. The temperature wasn't complete ass, it was fairly warm so I took my time. Not as much as I would have liked because the showers be nasty and it was obvious they hadn't been clean yet.

After the last but of soap washed away and the water stopped I got out, wrapping my towel around my waist. I quickly dried off and pulled on my clothes, instead of the jumpsuit I put on grey sweats and a grey crew neck sweatshirt.

When I was done, Remy lead me back to my cell to put my stuff back. The loud buzzing of cells unlocking rang through the hall as guards opened the doors for roll call and showers.

By the time I was reaching my own, my cellmate was walking out. I didn't pay him no mind, but obviously he payed me one. I could feel his eyes on me for a second before I walked through the cell.

The way his eyes made my skin itch made me want to punch him, but I wasn't gonna get in trouble already.

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Now I'm not really one to give into my anger, I was taught that "holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." It was something that hap always stuck. I always kept it in my mind when I got angry because if I did let that anger consume me, not only would I hurt another person but I'd hurt myself the most.

I'd always felt it though, the anger. It was slow building, like a fire and little by little fuel would be added to it. Whether from the wounds of my childhood or just shit in general, shit out of my control.

So, I started boxing. It gave me an escape, an escape to control the anger and sorrow I felt, it also helped me in gaining muscle mass. My ass, hips and thighs didn't really change but I wasn't so short anymore so it wasn't so bad.

I'll admit, I wasn't the best when it came to anger but I knew that I should never let that emotion win and that I should just act rationally, but I think my actions were rational this time and well deserved.