Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Lizzy,
I’m not great at writing, so I’ll do my best. I got your request for a visit and I’m sorry but I had to turn it down. I’m not sure what you think you’ll see if you’re face to face with me, but I don’t think it will be anything good.
I know you were in the courtroom and I couldn’t bring myself to look at you. Maybe that makes me a coward, but the image of you scared on the street was enough to haunt me for a lifetime and I didn’t want to add to that at my sentencing.
Thank you for looking into my case and trying to find me some kind of justice, but I’m where I belong for what I did. I think you might be the only person on the planet that thinks what I did was heroic, but I’d do it all over again to save you.
You deserve to have closure on this and if I can give it to you I will. I wish I would have finished the job with that piece of shit for ever daring to put his hands on you. No man should get to touch something so innocent, including me.
Don’t look at me like some guardian angel because I don’t deserve it. I’m just a man who saw you in need and took care of business. Maybe there was more to it, but there’s nothing I can do about that now.
I don’t know what else to say, but I’ve read your letter about a hundred times and probably will read it a hundred more before this one gets to you. If you want to keep writing, I won’t send them back. But I can’t see you like this, not now at least.
You may not realize it, but in a way you’re the one that saved me. I might be behind bars, but I wasn’t alive before the moment I saw you.
The one you saved,
Rocco
I set the letter down on the counter and for some reason I want to cry. I stare into space as I try to process all that he’s said and what it all means. I saved him? My heart pounds in my chest and when the microwave beeps again I nearly fall over on the stool.
I put my hand over my heart and blink a few times before I get up and rush over to my desk for pen and paper. If he wants another letter, then I’ll make sure he’s getting one every single day.
Chapter 6
Lizzy
I glance at the envelope that’s peeking out from inside of my purse and pray I got at least one picture right. I have no idea what came over me when I thought it would be a good idea to send a picture of myself. I went online and read the rules of what was allowed to be sent and knew a simple headshot would be fine. It’s what I wanted to send anyway, so it worked out.
Over the past week I’ve sent a letter to Rocco every day. It’s the one thing I know that I can do from here. Maybe he won't agree to see me yet, but I hope with time maybe I can talk him into it. One thing has gone around and around in my mind and it’s him thinking I ever had a frightened look on my face when I saw him. I hate that he thought that and I’m on a mission to show him that’s not true.
I went to the store and bought a disposable camera and I was surprised when I found one because I didn't know if they made them anymore. I ended up taking all twenty-four pictures, praying that one turned out good. I knew if I tried to do it with my phone I’d end up taking a million and wouldn’t like any of them. This way I had twenty-four to pick from and I had to decide which was best. I also wanted the picture to be real without filters or bunny ears or a crown. No matter how much I love those things, I want him to see me. I want him to see the look in my eyes I got when I thought about him.
I wonder how much of my hidden desire he’ll see, but I know it’s something that will never go anywhere. Rocco might look scary to some, but there’s no denying that he’s handsome. He’s rough around the edges and just looking at him I know his hands would be callused and worked hard. His grip would be firm if he grabbed me in the heat of passion.
My cheeks warm and I clench my thighs. My thoughts of Rocco are getting dirtier by the day. Not only that, but my dreams about him are starting to feel so real. I woke up this morning with my hands down my panties so close to cumming with his name on my lips. I need release in the worse kind of way. I’ve never been able to get there on my own before, but I’ve never had the image of Rocco in my mind to get me there. Now, I think I can because it won’t take much.