He looked at me and smirked as he pushed his hair back, it was a useless action because his hair just fell back into his face...
"So why are you here, Kid?" My new Cellmate asked. I stared at him, trying to figure out if this guy could be trusted or not.
"I don't think that it's any of your concern, honestly..." I looked away, but then looked back distracted by the tattoo on his right arm. I chuckled to myself.
"What is that supposed to be?" I asked still staring at the thing.
"Uhh..my tattoo? It says 'Mother Love'."
I stopped my laughing and looked up to see his face once more, "'Mother love' huh?" those two words, they meant a lot. I respected the guy, just for a tattoo, I could hardly believe I would be anywhere this close to relating with him, but I did...
"Hey, What's your name anyways?" he asked of me, I was hesitant to answer..god only knows why. But I did anyways,
"My name..It's Steve. Steve Burnside. Do I get to learn yours now?"
"Billy Coen. I was a Second Lieutenant in the U.S. Marine Corps, I got sent into hostile territory in Africa to attack some village used as a terrorist training ground. The Air drop was terribly off target and when some others an I finally arrived, the village was full of innocent civilians. But in order to cover up the incident, I was Blamed for the whole ordeal...The base commander had me sentenced to death..Now, Can you tell me your lovely story? I am quite curious."
I looked at him, Shocked by how he told the story so easily..I knew it sounded easily said, But deep down this guy was hurt. I knew that he trusted me to open up as well, so I did.
"Yeah, I guess so...My father got us in deep..He tried to sell information on the black market, with the intention of making more money..It didn't work, as you can see. He got himself and I stuck in here..and they killed my mom..she didn't deserve it."
"Wow..So I guess that 'mother love' holds a significant meaning to you, right? I mean, It's got to. Hah, listen to me, assuming something that shouldn't be talked about so casually, My mistake. Anyways, enough with the sad talk, Burnside." Billy held out his hand.
"Nice to meet you." he said. I took his hand and smiled, this guy isn't too bad. I didn't really like him at first, but now I see that we both have tragic stories that landed us here, it made me respect him all the more.
Billy looked outside of the cell and started chatting with some other inmates. I just sat on my bed, pondering what my life would be like in here, asking myself where they had taken my father. I felt tired and wanted to sleep, but I knew that the memories will only haunt me more if I did. I joined in with billy's conversation and we began a solid conversation until a door slammed and we heard a loud voice.
"Quiet, All of you! How does a woman expect to keep sane around here?" A woman in a purple dress passed by slowly, her hair long and blonde and her bangs pushed behind her ears, her blue eyes shining like crystals...Her face filled with an angry expression.
"What's a lady doing here?" someone yelled among the crowd, I ignored it and whistled to the woman walking by. Her face suddenly turned a light shade of pink, but before anyone else could notice she turned the expression into a scowl, then walked to my cell.
"Is that how you treat every lady, Because I honestly think that's the rudest thing a man can do."
"Well, If they look like you do dressed in attire like that, sure I will." I answered to her, I could tell she didn't like it since her expression had become more cartoon-like and over exaggerated.
"EXCUSE ME?" She said in a lower, alarmed voice, almost resembling the one from the man I spoke to earlier, but with a higher tone. I was confused, so I didn't respond to the lady. She cleared her throat,
"I-I Mean, Excuse me, But that's not any way to do it." She turned back around and stormed off, she made it seem as if I had done something unforgettable.