Sitting on the bed of her cell, her head leaned back on the wall; she appeared to be in an uncomfortable sleep. Her arms cradled her knees which were brought close to her chest for support. Her lips were twisted into an angry frown. I stood in front of her cell, my hands gripping the cold iron rods firmly. I wasn't too sure on what I was going to say but I was pretty sure, it would all erupt soon. A few of the junkies in surrounding cells stalked me with there eyes, like cats, I was the bird.
"She's out new cool cat." One chipped to me as I watched her silently.
"Bite me you bastard!" She yelled opening her eyes, her jaw nearly dropping to the ground at the sight of me. She stood up and slowly approached me.
"Wow you had the guts to come pay me a home coming visit!" She said sarcastically shaking her head playfully, almost as if this was a game. She put her hands on her hips. I could see she was going insane. It was now so much clearer once you stopped sleeping with her. I stared at her silently.
"You screwed everything up you son of a bitch!" She yelled angrily her face turned in extreme anger, her lips proposed in pout.
"I finally realized what the two bags of Cruz meant." I replied as she stared at me, blinking dumbly.
"You're not smart enough." She replied in a harsh tone. I put up a act and covered my heart with my hand.
"I got to admit it to ya, you were a good player Cruz. Thought you had me as your little toy huh? The day of the car chase, when you found out I had read the notebook, remember? I had no idea what it was talking about. You had me stumped until yesterday when I spoke to a few of your new buddies." I exclaimed staring at her. She stared back, her cold eyes sending a chill up my spine, a small hint of surprise was masked on her darkened face. I continued, "I found out a lot Cruz, more then I wanted to know about you plotting murders on the dealers you sought revenge on. Oh lets not forget about the little drug dealer on the streets, Maritza. Or let's not forget, about how you used guys to do the dirty work for you." I ran my hand though my short hair stressfully.
"Does that mean I won? Escaping the sexy entrance of Miss. Maritza Cruz?" I felt like crying at that point. I had no idea why but I thought I was surely about to break if I didn't stop. More then ever, I wanted to see her break. I wouldn't let her see how much she messed me up as a person.
"Bastard." She muttered her eyes as wide and glossy as that night at Noble's hotel room when she was ranting about her sister and yelling at Faith to give her the gun.
"You used me Cruz." I choked as she stared at me, her mouth parted in awe. I rubbed me hand across my face and my watery eyes. I would not cry. "You used me like your little lab rat." I couldn't believe how fast I was falling apart. She was close to it as well. I never knew how much I did care about Cruz, I couldn't just forget about it. She was just another bitch in my life, but, she seemed, so different. I hated her for that. "I loved you Cruz! But you chewed me and spit me out. I believed you! I wanted to believe you so bad!" I continued.
"Bosco." She stated in a low tone, yet I cut her off. She wasn't aloud to speak.
"I'm not finished!" I yelled. "I'm going to walk out of here and that's it, Cruz. I'm never going to see you again." I gritted my teeth. "You're going to be dead to me Ritza, forever. When you get out in a year or two, I never want to hear from you again." I paused looking at the ground. "That's it. I'm done." I said my gaze returning to hers, tears filled in her darkened eyes, as she looked at me, in a complete stage of shock.
"Bosco." She protested gripping the bars now that were once under my own hands. I was happy they kept her restrained from me. I feared what would happen if they suddenly disappeared.
"Goodbye Maritza." I said at last, gave her one last look, turned on heel and started down the hall.
"Bosco! Don't walk away from me! Bosco!" She called after me stomping her foot in anger. I didn't want to see her cry. I thought I did, but I was wrong. I wanted some what of a good note to stay in my mind about the misunderstood, Maritza Cruz.
After that day, nothing, I mean, nothing, would be the same again.