Page 307 of Satan's Spawn
A million scenarios swarm through my mind as the minutes start to feel like hours, and when the only family left gets the signal to leave, I’m really starting to believe he isn’t coming.
That is until the inmate is escorted out the door by an officer, and another one opens up revealing Crayton walking through it.
My heart falls to my stomach, and I have to literally catch my breath to put it back in place.
He’s here. He’s okay.I tell myself to calm down.
Crayton’s hair has grown almost an inch since I last saw him, the buzz now turning into short messy strands with a professional fade.
He looks so handsome it physically hurts.
In spite of the pain, I can feel my face lighting up the closer he gets, and he breaks out into his signature devilish grin when he reaches me.
“Hey there, Little Ghost.” He winks as he drops onto the chair opposite of me, ignoring his escorting officer when he tells us we only got an hour.
“You look good.” I reach over to kiss him, and Crayton meets me in the middle.
When we touch I’m filled with both relief and longing, which results in a tiny cry against his lips, and the kiss lasting longer than we both know it should.
The guard at the far end of the room clears his throat, and our foreheads touch briefly before we sit back down.
“None of that, Rebecca.” He eyes the tear at my cheek, which has become a staple in our visits.
I smile, letting out a breathy “I’m sorry.”
“I missed you so fucking much.” Crayton admits through a downcast sigh.
Upon getting my license, I’ve been good at making the two hour drive up here to Jericho Valley every other weekend. This past month being the longest we went without seeing each other since he was incarcerated.
“I missed you too…so freaking much.”
“What’s been going on? How’s senior year kicking off?”
“A lot harder than yours I’m sure.”
He snuffs out a laugh. “You should be proud…I’m getting my GED.”
I reach across the table, but get cut off by another throat clear and command to keep my hands to myself. It makes me frown as I retract my arm.
I jut my chin at his head. “I like the new hair cut.”
“Javi’s pretty good with the scissors.”
I wiggle in the very uncomfortable seat. “Everything going okay in here?”
“Besides the fucking chatter box I’m forced to bunk with. Fantastic.”
I don’t believe him, but don’t have the heart to call him out on it either. “You make any more new friends?”
“Besides Javi?”
I nod.
“I made sure to with a couple guys…mostly the ones nobody wants to fuck with.”
A smart choice, one that puts my mind at both ease and in a panic. Because staying close to the really bad guys may keep the lesser guys away, but it can also turn you into one of them.
“I see the wheels turning, Little Ghost.”
