2 months before incarceration

An angel rested in my arms. His skin was as soft as velvet and his raven black hair, of which my hands were tangled in, was like touching silk. What really got to me was his sweet voice. It was so small, yet meant so much to me. The way his breaths shook when I kissed the crook of his neck was a sound I would die for.

"Chris," Angelo delicately said, "Your phone is ringing, Babe."

I grit my teeth as I rested my face against his shoulder, "I know. I just don't want to answer it."

"Why?" He asked. Angelo pulled the sheets up over his bare chest as I got off of him to address it.

"There's only four people that call me; Mike, my boss, my mom, and Heather. Majority of those options are shit." I replied.

Ugh, why did I get out of bed? It was so warm in there with him. Fuck. Even if it was Kuza, he can wait. It's so rare we end up like this. If we're not both working, we have to be faking it for our girlfriends. Ange doesn't have a girlfriend anymore though. At some point he did but he couldn't take lying to her. Funny how he's okay fucking someone he knows is a murderer. Yet, he can't have an affair without feeling guilt.

It was Heather. Of course. I answered numbly, not really paying attention to much of what she was saying. Glancing back at the bed, I saw my sweet angel waiting patiently. Seeing his half naked body wrapped in the messy sheets made my heart slow a beat. Angelo was so beautiful. The sight of his face could calm me down more than any drug or drink.

"Huh?" I asked Heather, breaking away from my trance.

"I said, when are you going to be home?!" She snapped at me.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just tired." I replied, "Um, I don't know. An hour?"

"An hour?!" She gawked.

I sighed, "Okay, fine. Half hour, but that's if I leave Ange's literally right now. Which I didn't really want to do, but I can see that you're upset."

"Yeah, I am!"

"Okay, okay. I'll see you soon. Bye."

She groaned, as if I was the one annoying her, "Bye."

"Fucking cunt as bitch." I grumbled to myself, kicking the wall out of anger.

Angelo got up from the bed. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his head against my back. It instantly mellowed me down. I relaxed, forgetting all my rage. Then I let myself fall forward into the wall with a heavy sigh.

"I know you're angry, but I don't think my wall is going to be able to handle another hit like that." He lightheartedly said.

I broke a small laugh, "I'm sorry, Baby. I don't mean it. It's just... I get so pissed at her sometimes."

"How the Hell did you two even end up together?" He asked.

"Blind date. Don't know why neither of us ran... Do you think it's like a super sin to kill a devout Christian? Somehow it feels like it's more of a sin than killing someone that's casually religious." I pondered out loud. Maybe I was just stalling but I really didn't want to leave.

"Hm, maybe." Angelo responded. I turned around to face him, sighing as I looked down at those gorgeous eyes. Ange brushed some of my hair behind my ear, smiling softly, "I know you have to go and it's okay. I understand."

I grasped his hand in mine tightly, "I'm so sorry, Angel. I really, really don't want to go. I just... I don't want her to get suspicious and she's already going to be pissed when I get home. I shouldn't make her more pissed or else I'm going to have to replace the carpet again and I don't think I can find another carpenter that's going to believe it's a wine stain."

He giggled that sweet as honey laugh, "Baby, it's okay. Shit happens... Listen, um, I'm the only one at the shop tomorrow. Maybe if you get off of work at a decent time, you could swing by." He trailed his fingertips down my bare chest, "We could go in the back and... Make up for tonight."

"Gladly. I should be able to get off early tomorrow. I'll text you." I tilted his head up with my pointer finger and kissed him, "I love you."

Angelo reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck. He kissed me again, letting it go deeper this time. "I love you too." He whispered upon our parting.

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The door fell shut behind me. Please tell me the cunt fell asleep on the couch or something. I do not get that lucky. Ever. She was well awake and glaring at me from behind the kitchen counter the second I walked in. Sighing, I threw my bag on the arm chair.

"What took you so long?" She asked. Some nights her voice was like nails on a fucking chalkboard.

"It's 10:40. I left at 10. I told you it would be about a half hour. Sorry I spent an extra ten minutes somewhere between leaving and getting here." I sassed her.

Heather slammed down the cutting knife in her hand, "You shouldn't be home this late anyways. You should've been home at seven like you're supposed to."

"You knew I was going to Angelo's tonight. I never get to see him anymore. He is my best friend, after all." I replied.

"You make more effort to spend time with him than you ever do for me! If I didn't know any better, I would think he was your girlfriend." Heather kept bitching. She's really pushing it.

"We live together!" I yelled at her, "I don't have to put as much effort in. I fucking come home and there you are! I see you every morning and every night. Isn't that enough for you?"

She picked the knife back up and continued to chop vegetables. Heather shrugged, raising her lip at me, "I'm just sick of being neglected. You don't pay any attention to me."

"You want me to pay attention to you?" I seethed, "Fine."

I've beat her ass before. Yet, she still dares to be such a fucking cunt. I swear, the majority of them want me to hit them. She's not the worst but she's definitely up there. I walked around the kitchen counter and grabbed her by the back of her hair. Heather yelped and I threw my hand over her mouth. We do have neighbors.

"Quiet, cunt." I sneered. Then I slapped her across her mouth. I threw her back against the stove. She groaned in pain when her hips collided with the side of the counter. Grabbing her by her thin arm, I forced her to look at me. "Is this enough fucking attention for you?!"

"Stop it, you asshole!" She replied.

She'll never learn. I threw her into the corner of the cabinets. She almost fell. As she tried to get up, I pushed on her ribcage and forced her back down. I leaned over and slapped her across her face. Then repeated several times until I got her to cry. I kicked her side until she turned over. Grabbed the knife off the counter, I dangled it over her just to get her to squirm. She tried to move away and I kicked her in the stomach. Letting go of the knife, it landed an inch away from her face.

"Next time, I won't miss." I numbly stated.