I own nothing and all mistakes about Alcatraz are my own
PS – This IS an M story; there will be adult things happen in this story.
His lips were soft; I couldn't help the giddy feeling bubble up in my chest. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kept my lips locked onto his. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip, I felt like a harlot. Kissing a boy in the rain, his tongue in my mouth; pushing me away. I opened my eyes and gasped. Ray.
Snapping up from my sleep, I felt the warmth from the heater radiating through my door. The rain was making music against my window. Saturday, no school a full day of helping my father work the prisoners. Running my fingers over my lips, they still tingled from my dream. Running my hand down my chin, I put it down on my thigh. The clock read 8:30, I should get up.
My father had already left for work; I better get ready to meet up with him. I wonder who I'll be working with today. Having a shower, I pulled my hair back into a long braid. Grabbing my black trench coat I headed up to meet my father.
He was working in the infirmary today, guarding all the wounded prisoners. But more guarding the doctors and nurses; I smiled up at the two nurses who were on shift. Tina and Brittany, both turning their noses down at me I rolled my eyes.
"Tarts" I mumbled, walking in I found my dad easily.
He was speaking to Dr. Bourne I smiled at both of them "hello Dr. Bourne" I said, shaking his hand.
"Quinn, do you not have plans today?" my father asked, I shook my head at him.
"Of course not, each Saturday I enjoy helping you but I've made plans with Santana and Emily to go shopping tomorrow" I smiled at him brightly.
"Very well, today I'll leave you a simple job, talk to the prisoners in the infirmary most are sedated but there is a few who won't mind a bit of company" Dr. Bourne interrupted.
I smiled and nodded at him "Okay"
"Well, I must go and do my rounds with Dr. Bourne and I'll be back at eleven, so that's three hours Quinn" my father said, before leaving.
There were nine prisoners inside the infirmary, each given their privacy by a white cotton linen sheath. Seven of them were asleep, I turned to my right. The creepy old man who used to spit at me when I was younger smiled at me, wiggling his eyebrows. I frowned, spinning around I sat down beside the prisoner who I was guessing was awake because I heard him groan before. Reaching forward, I through the curtain across blocking my view from the creepy man; exhaling loudly I turned to look at the prisoner. I frowned deeply. It was Ray, three days and everywhere I go, this man is there.
His lip was busted and he had a swollen cheek and eye. Scratching and bruises covering his beautiful face, his arm was also in an improvised sling for his arm. He smiled cockily up at me.
"Well if this is my view, I don't mind being the guards rag doll" he said, shifting up in his bed.
I forced myself to create a realistic eye roll "Who did this to you?" I asked him, lifting my hand up I ran my fingers along the ridge of his jaw. Tracing a large bruise, he winced slightly.
"Tommy's got a good right hook" he said, I frowned.
Tommy? I was with him most of the night, how could he of beaten Ray?
"I was with Tommy all last night, it couldn't of possibly been him" I replied, he smirked.
"I didn't pick you as that sort of girl" he said, I scoffed.
Smacking his wounded arm, he winced and barked out a laugh.
"Sorry" he said, with a smile.
I shrugged playfully, shifting myself. I sat now on the bed beside him, my thigh was brushing against the covers where normally his would be. Looking at the bruises all over his face, I felt my heart sink.
"Are you sure it was him?" I asked, in almost a whisper.
His brown eyes locked with mine, he nodded slowly "If I apparently go near you again, I'll 'get it'" he said sarcastically, I frowned.
"Why are you here?" I asked quickly. He looked to me and smirked again.
"Didn't you hear? Attempted murder and robbery" he said instantly.
I looked down into my lap, he chuckled "What? Were you hoping I was innocent? Falsely accused of my crimes? No one gets on the rock for being innocent Quinn" he said, I snapped my eyes up and locked onto them with his.
"w-why?" I stammered out.
He shrugged "I came home from work last June, I found my soon to be wife and my brother in bed together, I shot him with a revolver and her..." he said, trailing off.
Leaning closer to him I nodded "Yeah?"
"I used the rope from the garage to string her up in the bedroom off the ceiling fan, then I robbed a bakery to get money to start a new life, I got caught before I hit the border, both of their injuries were not fatal apparently" he said, my heart was beating.
He looked up at me, my mouth must of been open "I'm not a nice person" he said, I smiled slightly.
"I never thought you were Ray" I replied.
In that moment of silence, I felt the rough pads of his skin scrape across the bare skin just above my knee. I sucked in a deep breath, leaning forward slowly; I was only centimetres away from his face.
"Do you want me to be?" he asked, I smirked slightly.
"Quinn?" I heard Tommy say, snapping away from Ray I looked up to a confused Tommy.
His eyes not trained on either one of us, more Ray's hand that had made its way up my dress. Swallowing loudly, he looked at us sternly.
"Quinn, I'd suggest you leave...now" he said, I felt my cheeks go hot.
Getting up, I felt his hand cling to me tightly before sliding away. I looked up at Tommy as I passed him; he looked down at me with sad eyes. Grabbing his arm, I pulled him easily away with me. Into the hall, I was still blushing when I spoke.
"It's not what you thought Tommy, he was telling me about his family and he wanted to whisper something into my ear, I promise" I said, reaching forward and grabbing his hand.
Lacing his fingers through mine, he pulled me close to him. Never in a million years did I ever want to see the disappointment in his eyes that now looked down upon me. Looking up at him, I smiled slightly, this was so wrong.
"I'm not a school boy Quinn and neither is he...stop playing with fire" he said, kissing my forehead briskly.
Pushing me away, he headed back into the infirmary. Turning around he pointed down the hall and mouthed 'go, now'. Feeling the crimson blood rush to my cheeks, I turned and hurried down the hallway. It dawned on me as I was walking across the yard, near the barge.
Not only was I crushing hard on Ray, the same feelings ran deep for Tommy.
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