ANTONIO'S PRISON VISIT

Ivy's POV:

I finally arrived at the prison. Just from the looks of the outside, this is not a place that I would wish for my worst enemy to be. Well, that's not quite true. But all the barbed wire fencing bothers me to no end. The guards directed me to the office where I checked in.

The clerk was black beautiful light skinned woman in her mid-40; overweight, morbidly obese, dressed in the regular guard ensemble; that looked like it was cutting off her circulation. But I will say that her hair and nails were beautifully done. Ghetto fabulous for sure. She would be even prettier if she were a little more professional.

This woman starts mean-mugging me as soon as I walked through the door. The look on her face was annoyance with a half smirking smile. This kind of threw me off, because I am trying to figure out why she is looking at me this way.

"Name?" you could obviously tell that she was a smoker, given that her voice was hoarse and husky.

"Ivy West" as I hand her my ID.

"Who are you here to see?"

"Antonio Martinez"

"It says here that you're his wife but….," I don't know what her problem was, she was eyeing me up and down like she had a problem.

Why the hell would he say that I'm his wife??? I thought that he was supposed to put me down as his fiancé. That idiot could've just simply said that I am the mother of his child.

It finally dawns on me, she likes Antonio! Damn, I am going to have problems when there shouldn't even be a problem.

The clerk then hands me a sheet of paper that listed the visitation rules; along with the rules regarding sex with your spouse and a trailer number. All I could think, was OMG! I hope Antonio doesn't think that this is going to happen.

"Ok line up along the wall and the guard will escort you all inside. They will read you the rules before you step in."

I nodded and said, "Thanks."

In a separate room, but inside of the corridor, the guard went over the rules and regulations. Those of us who had a trailer number, were told once we met our spouse we would then be called by the number of the trailer. We would then be escorted and given 2 hours.

The guard continued to explain, that they would only knock once, and we are to immediately exit the trailer. If there is any delay, then conjugal visits with your spouse will be suspended indefinitely.

I nod my head, in acknowledgement of what was being said by the guard. The whole time I am thinking, "Why am I hearing this? There is no way that this shit is going to happen anyway."

The guard's booming voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Let's go," he said. A buzzer rang and the door opened.

When I walked into the room, I immediately spotted Antonio wearing a fluorescent Orange jumpsuit, with the word "PRISONER" on the back; sitting at one of the tables.

It's been two years since I've seen this man and he's changed. Antonio was a tall lanky guy with short hair when we were together. Instead of the same tall, bony boy; here sat a lean, massively muscular man.

Antonio had grown out his hair and wore it in a man bun. I almost didn't recognize him. If it weren't for the tattoos of a cross and prayer beads on his arms that he got when we were together; I definitely wouldn't have.

His caramel skin has become lighter from the lack of sunlight. His teeth looked like he had some dental work done; it was perfectly white and straight. I can't deny, he looked good…damn good.

I slowly walk over to the table and pulled out my chair and sat down. If anyone told me all those years ago, that I would be here sitting across the table in a prison, visiting man I once loved; I would have told them that hell would have to freeze over before that would happen.

We stared at each other for a good five minutes before I started the conversation, "Let's cut to the chase. Why am I here? It's not like we parted on the greatest of terms."

Giving me a condescending smirk, "Who's fault is that? You left me remember."

Pursing my lips together and shaking my head, desperately wanting to smack that smirk off his face, "You know good and well that I had my reasons?"

"How's life been? You look good."

Already annoyed, I quickly said, "Let's skip the pleasantries. What is it that you want Antonio?"

He folded his arms across his chest, "Just to see you. I haven't heard anything about you in a while."

I kind of felt a spark in my heart when he said those words. What the hell? Those are just prison words and you know he doesn't mean any of it. I told myself. Girl stay focused!

"Are you serious, you asked me to come for this shit? You could have asked me to write you a letter! It was not necessary for me to come here."

I tried to get up from my chair until I felt him grab my wrist and yank me back down to my seat. Just that action alone brought back a lot if suppressed memories.

"Sit down!!" Antonio said through gritted teeth.

I jerked my wrist away from him. I saw that it had already began to bruise. It also caught the attention of the guard.

Inhaling slowly and deeply exhaling with my eyes closed. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked directly into Antonio's eyes; "What in the hell could you possibly want from me Antonio?"

"I wanted to talk to you and see how my woman is doing. Look, I'm due to be getting out soon. When I get out; I want you and me to be together again. You owe me that much."

Tilting my head to the side, trying to process what the hell he had just said to me. I quickly replaying what he had just said to me in my mind. Looking back at Antonio in astonishment; I finally began to speak.

"You are seriously senile, if you think that we could ever get back together. I don't owe you shit. When I left, I had 30 stitches and 8 months pregnant. Did you once try to fix what had happened? You beat me mercilessly. Not once letting me explain anything. All I did was go to the movies with a friend and his brother; and was beaten like that. I could have died; Harley could have died. Naw, I'm good."

He chuckled, "Fuck no. If I remember correctly, you still belong to me. Not only that; you took my child away from me. I want us to be a family."

Then the guard called out, "Trailer 12." This caught me off guard. I wanted to tell the guard that we did not need the trailer; but Antonio sensed what I was about to do.

"Don't you dare!" Antonio said quietly but in a stern voice, looking directly at me as though he would kill me if I said what I was thinking. Since when did he start reading a person's mind?

Antonio stood up and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up. Not wanting to make a scene, we began walking forward to follow the guard.