Chapter 6

Prisoners Compliment-4-0-9

I got fired. When they called me in I thought it was for another client however I was dead wrong.

Who knew that rapists were higher in status than a therapist?

Hey, look at this... The- rapist = Therapist. Is it because we try to mind rape you into believing you're okay.

Okay, that made no sense, ignore me.

"Why is nothing going right?" I groan banging my head on the cafés desk. Well, at least Dain hasn't called. Seriously, what was up with him.

"Hi, there!" I look up into blue eyes and blonde hair, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hello." I smile politely, noticing his suited character.

"I'm Mark and It kinda looked like you were having a bad day... so I... I'm sorry I should just-" I chuckle.

"It's okay actually. Would you like to have a seat?"

#

Trevor's POV

Sitting in the empty classroom I enjoyed the feel of the large chair. My hands together I waited patiently on the man who liked to crush dreams.

The door swung open and there he was, in all his bald glory.

"M-mr. Vatore... what are you -"

"Really Henderson? Stepping on people's dreams?" I get straight to the point. Everyone knew who I was, not illegally but as a business person. Being in jail didn't hinder my income since my products were great.

"I'm not sure I f-follow Mr. Vatore."

"Student number 28, class of 2017, Ms. Ocean Devila, tell me again, why she wasn't fit enough to be a therapist?" He blanches, his already pale skin begging for nourishment.

"I-I believe Ms. Devila is, in fact, a therapist is she not?"

"Fair enough. But for whom?" I let my jaw ticks showing him I wasn't pleased and he gulps.

"Ms. Devila wasn't good enough to be a someone’s therapist, her state of mind isn't tranquil, her thoughts aren't subtle."

'Bull." I throw everything off of his desk standing quickly. "Don't you think the world needs a break from the straight pinned therapist who seems like they want to brainwash you? People who are supposedly broken need a breath of fresh air, not some woman or man who quotes that they "understand you." The moment Ms. Devila stepped into that prison room I felt ready to confess my every wrong. She never once said that she understood what it was like to be locked up, she listened to me. And that's all we really need. So let me warn you, she's going to come back here for a year of school and you are going to teach her to your best potential or more or I will ruin you."

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"Mr. Vatore what can I do for you today?"

"Fire Ocean Devila," I say, wasting no time and the man in front of me frowns.

"Why? She's been a very good asset to our team I think-"

"You see I don't think you understand what I said." I tilt my head, moving my jacket so he could notice the gun under my belt.

"So I'm going to say it again."

"Fire Ms. Devila and ensure that no one knows about this conversation, especially not her, or else... I will find out." I step closer to him. "I will find you." I lean, a small smirk on my face. "And I will get rid of you."

#

It felt good to just relax and let the world do your whims. I sat at my new apartment wondering where the pretty lady with red hair was. I was a bit worried, it was beyond 7.

The scent of Alfredo spread into my lungs and I stand, walking towards the kitchen only for my phone to ring.

"Vatore." I greet, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Boss, he's awake," I smirk.

"That's very good news Alfonso, I'll be there. Late, however." I inform him.

"Noted sir.'

I hang up, my fingers hovering above Ocean's name.

Just as I was about to give in and click on call the door swung open.

"Ocean?"

'Oh hey Trevor. " she closes the door behind her before walking into the kitchen. "What're you doing?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving." She murmurs, but as expected her eyes were stuck on my chest. I didn't mind, I loved her attention.

"Great well you're just in time."

"Let me just get freshened up." She skips to her room and I can't help as my eyes trail a little lower than her back.

I set two plates in front of the TV and she comes out dressed in a purple tee and long sponge Bob sleep pants.

Sending her a smile, she looks at me shyly.

"Cute pants." I tease and she throws me a playful glare.

We sit and I hand her a plate.

'This smells amazing, wow."

"My dad taught me how." I elaborate and she smiles, but it was weak.

'Where is he?"

"Italy with my mom." She nods, closing her eyes, and clasping her arms. Praying I suppose.

"How was your day?" I ask as she dives in.

"It was terrible." She admits. "But it could've been worse. My abusive boyfriend doesn't call anymore so I guess that's a plus."

"He doesn't?" I act surprised and she nods.

"I'm not even going to check up on him then kill all my happiness." She jokes. "However. I did get a call from the university I used to go, they let me go about a year ago but still gave me some pity by handing over an award and certificate. They want me back, finally, I can go over to finish my studies and hopefully become just a normal Therapist." She sighs, a small smile on her face, and I can't help but be happy that I was the cause of that, even if she did not know.

"I'm sorry, how was your day."

"Oh, it was fine, boring stuff."

"Any luck finding a job?" She asks.My mouth rises in amusement, she really has no idea who I am.

"Oh, I have a job."

"Really, what do you do?"

"How about I show you tomorrow," I suggest and her eyes go wide. Why was she so adorable.

"Will your boss allow that?"

“He and I are kinda close." I shrug and she grins.

"Thank you! I had no idea what I was going to do with my day" I say,and she giggles covering her mouth and I use my thumb to wipe a bit of sauce from her cheek.

"You're too adorable," I tell her and she nervously laughs, her eyes lowering. Something she did when she was feeling embarrassed.

"Well, I should call it a night... thanks for the food it was really good."

"You're welcome, sleep tight Ocean."

"Goodnight... "

Now, time to deal with Mr. I-Cant-Keep-My-Hands-to-Myself.