Patrick

I awoke the next morning with my dream swimming in my pool of thought. A few hours later Dave comes in and tells me that it is time to switch rooms. I follow him as I start down another long corridor. As we pass an open door out of the corner of my eye I saw her. Victoria, doing laundry in the sexiest little outfit I had ever seen. I didn’t turn my head, I didn’t speak.

After all I was still mad. Victoria had a chance to be home safe and she left it. When I got to my room Dave handed me a journal.

“When you run out of room I'll get you a new one. Also you can write her a note if you want.”

“Alright thanks” I say eyeing the journal.

“You start work tomorrow so get to bed.”

“Alright. Goodnight” I say

“Goodnight”

My first entry to my journal went like this.

I am stuck in this hell hole where they even went as far as to take Victoria away from me. And I promise that if we get out ill start calling her Vikki just like she wanted. That is how I will get up from now on is know that soon I will hold her in my arms again. I am also very worried that she might be pregnant, after all this is no place for a baby.