Reckless - S01 E89

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Reckless - S01 E89

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 89

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[Penitentiary]

The penitentiary hummed suffocatingly like a living thing.

Concrete walls stretched endlessly in dull greys, stained by time, and the air carried a sterile sharpness, layered with rust and despair.

Overhead lights flickered with an inconsistent hum, and footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Guards moved with practiced indifference, keys clinked softly at their waists.

The visiting area stood behind a thick barrier of reinforced glass and steel partitions. Metal chairs were bolted to the ground, leaving no room for comfort, no allowance for warmth.

Everything was deliberate—distance, restraint, separation.

Anita sat upright at the visiting area, her posture tense, hands clasped tightly in her lap as though holding herself together.

The weight of anticipation pressed heavily against her chest, making each breath feel hard.

Matteo is right beside her, looking just the same.

Elmira is also present, her hands tapping on the table impatiently as if she doesn’t even wanna be here.

Right in front of them, sat Jeremy who looks too comfortable in his inmate uniform like he was made for this place. Though, his face is blue with sadness, but he still doesn’t look the littlest form of distressed.

He was sentenced to twenty years behind bars, and it began since there days ago.

He has been caged here with the other criminals like a monkey, and if there’s one thing he’s glad about, it’s the fact that he was allowed to bring his insects box.

They’re his only friends now, and he wasn’t expecting visitors, but he couldn’t say no when he was told he had visitors here.

A mother who’d do anything for him.

A father who abandoned his mother and is just showing up now.

And a sister who h@tës him.

There’s nothing to smile about.

“How’re you doing in there? They’re not bullying you, right?” Anita finally found her voice.

“I promise to get you out even if it means I’ll die trying, I promise. Please you have to stay alive till I’ll be able to get you out.” Matteo sniffled.

“Why would you even bother?” Elmira scoffed. “When he was rich acting like Dorian, he remembered nobody. Let him suffer!”

“Mira!” Anita slammed.

“I only came here to tell you to rot in jail, twin!” Elmira stood and walked out of the room.

Then, Jeremy shifted forward on his chair, gaze clouded.

“I only have one request,” he said slowly, clearly though.

“Anything!” Anita nodded.

“I need both of you to be parents figure to Stace. Protect her for me pending when I’ll get out. She wants to keep the beast’s pregnancy? So be it. She’s stronger than you think, she can do it. I trust her.” He said.

Matteo and Anita exchanged glances.

Anita pinched herself under the desk. She’s the main reason Stacy’s dad died anyways, so what right does she have to act like a mom to her?

Outside, Elmira was fuming, and her shoes pounded the gravel as she marched towards her car.

She can never understand this family of hers. Now that her mum is rich, she’s gonna spend all that fortune to get Jeremy out of jail?

Not happening.

She opened her car door to hop in, but a force slammed against it from behind, and it closed.

“What the—”

She whipped back to see who, but she was getting kissed before she knew it, and her body recognized it immediately.

She pushed him off.

Max grinned, his battered face still carry few plasters and patches.

“What do you take me for? You think you can come and go whenever you please?Fuçkface!” She spat.

“You’re a slut, I’m your homeboy… Leaving each other is never a choice no matter how far we saunter.” He sneered at her.

Elmira pulled him closer by the polo, their faces nearly slamming.

“Then… know that from now on….I call the shots! You can’t end us unless I say so!” She threatened.

“So be it,” he shrugged.

“Sheesh,” she said and kissed him back, demandingly.

Max pushed her into the car, getting on top of her greedily.

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[Montana Family Hospital, Five Months Later – Stacy’s Ward]

The southern window of the private ward beside the window is open, and the soft breeze kept lifting the see-through curtain slowly, nearly hitting Stacy’s face as she faced it.

She’s sitting in bed, staring crazily at the open window without blinking.

Her protruding stomach is so big now, and she looks lean even with the pregnancy.

It’s like the pregnancy is eating her up cos she doesn’t talk to anyone.

For the past five months, she hasn’t said a word to anyone.

All she does is sit beside this window and stare out all day and night as if the world deserted her.

Her hair curls looks rougher and messily tangled cos she has refused to let anyone touch her too.

If anyone does, she gets violent, so before Trinidad is able to bath her always, she has to be sedated.

Only thing she does for herself always is brush her teeth and eat or go to use the bathroom herself.

She’d never talk no matter how much they try to get words out of her.

First-class Depression.

Her spark is totally gone.

And why would she even talk to anyone? Why?

Her mum died when she was 10. Now she’s 21 and her dad is dead too.

She nearly lost her first baby, and now after this child, she might not be able to conceive again cos her womb has been messed with by the abortion syrup and her fertility is altered.

Trinidad is looking for Trevor with no success.

Tania lost her ability to walk in the accident and now her dream of becoming a world famous footballer is crashed to the dust.

Tasha is sad, Kehlani is sad.

So…How would a smile come?

What’s there to smile about?

Another blow of breeze brushed her oily face, and she still didn’t blink.

Her face just got sadder.

She folded her legs up from the ground, resting back on her pillow.

Trinidad and Kehlani are in here with her, but she said nothing to them as usual before shutting her eyes on them.

Trinidad adjusted her socks for her, and Kehlani quickly covered her with the blanket.

“What did the doctor say?” Kehlani asked in a mutter.

“That we should stop trying to get her to talk. She’d talk when she wants.” Trinidad replied.

Kehlani sighed.

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