Confession of a King

My office was nearly as I remembered it and left it. They may have had the cleaners come in to dust and sweep the floors, but the rest of it was the same. The walls were still a boring beige; my desk was still large and wooden; the leather chairs with the cuffs were un-touched. My chair seemed to have been cleaned, no more semen residue or stains rubbing against my work pants. Even the black-out curtains were still up, only allowing the lamp in the corner by the bookshelf to illuminate the room. The only different thing in the room was the name plaque that Mr. Morgan provided to me. A bronze plaque sat atop my desk, with the words “Mrs. Sanders, Psychologist” engraved into it. A good surprise to tell him last minute that I was now a married woman… I’m sure he had to have the thing re-done.

I sank into my chair, dropped my bag onto my desk, and closed my eyes… memories flooded my brain, reminiscing back to my first day in this place.

He smirked at me before letting out a hearty laugh. "I could care less what you prefer, sweetheart. And don't do that with your lips unless you plan on usin' them on somethin'."

I rolled my eyes, "So Matthew, are you always this much of a pig or are we going to get some business done in here?"

"The only business that's gonna be done in here is me bendin' you over on that desk, Ivy.”

A smile played on my lips as I opened my eyes and looked around the room again. Things had changed so much in the last year, and they had changed for the better. Matt wasn’t the most ecstatic about me coming back to work, but he was understanding over it. We had a discussion about if it was appropriate for me to put out there that I was now, according to the state of California, Mrs. Ivy Sanders. In the end, I gave him the best blowjob of his life so he had no excuse but to allow me to call myself what I am, Shadows wife.

I pulled my laptop out of my bag and opened the screen, scrolling through the endless work e-mails that already seemed to be piling in. Mr. Morgan had made sure to send me my list of inmates for the day, a frown falling onto my face when I realized how different my Monday schedule now was. It used to be taken up majority by Matt and Jimmy, and now I didn’t even have Jimmy on Monday’s. I would be seeing Jimmy on Thursdays, but had all new inmates every other day of the week. My first inmate wasn’t coming in until eleven thirty, and right now it was a little past ten. I figured I could at least make some time reading through McKenna’s reports on the inmates I was receiving, but was surprised when I saw her walking through my door.

“Hey, Ivy. I don’t think I ever got to properly introduce myself. I’m McKenna,” the northern, sandy blonde girl stood in front of my desk with her arm extended, as if she wanted to shake my hand.

I gave her a sweet smile and placed my hand in hers, shaking it firmly, “Pleasure to meet you. I was just about to go through your reports on the guys that I will be dealing with today… maybe you can give me a run-down on…” I glanced back down at my laptop, “Reeves, Suarez and Williams?”

The blonde’s smile fell onto flattened lips, “Reeves and Suarez… They did not work with me. They opted out of the program, and only did monthly check-ins… miracle to get them to speak more than two words. Williams is new, came here last month. I did an intake exam with him and he’s quite the personality. He’s a bit of a womanizing pig and likes to throw around dirty compliments. I actually asked Mr. Morgan for him to be out of my program, so I am sorry that you are left with him.”

I mentally rolled my eyes because it sounded like a personality front that I knew all too well. “He’s in here for gang affiliated murder, sweetie. You can’t expect much else out of someone in that realm. Those personalities are generally fronts for either broken pasts, fears or chemical imbalances in the brain.” I let out a laugh, “It’s nothing new to me.”

“I admire your confidence. His mannerisms and word choice reminded me a lot of Shadows’ old tapes,” she said, then quickly catching herself. Her eyes widened a bit as she toyed with her fingers, “I didn’t mean to say that… You’ll just see from the way he… I dug myself too deep here.”

I reached forward and placed my hand on her arm, steadying her fidgeting, “Look, I am fully aware that there’s going to be some awkward encounters around this place regarding my husband. The past is the past and I would like to move on from that. As I said, that personality is nothing new to me and there’s generally a reason for having it.”

“I shouldn’t have said that. I’m really, really sorry…” she trailed off.

I eyed her and tightened my grip on her arm, “Why do you keep apologizing?” She went to open her mouth and I shook my head, speaking again, “Are you afraid of me, McKenna? Did anyone make you aware that the whole reason I’m back at work is because Matt left Avenged? He is no longer affiliated with a gang and we are living a normal, happy life as two parents of a beautiful little boy. Calm your fucking nerves, girl.”

I let go of her arm and she took a shaky step back, away from me, “I’m going to go. It was really nice meeting you, Ivy.”

Just like that she rushed out of my office, without another word being said. I groaned to myself as I sank back into my chair, realizing that this was going to be a bit of a bumpy start over. It would’ve been so much easier to just take the position at the juvenile detention center when it was offered to me. They wouldn’t know who I was, who Matt was. They wouldn’t fear that I had some affiliation to Avenged. They would have just been kids in need of help, but no. I just had to come back here because I felt like I owed the place some justice after unraveling what may have been their biggest homicide case in the last decade. They wanted me back, they needed me back, or at least Mr. Morgan did, and I was just too damn emotional to say no.

I closed my office door and stood by the window, pulling the curtain back and peering out into the parking lot. I grabbed my cellphone and dialed Matt’s number, holding the phone up to my ear and waiting for the sound of his voice to fill my head.

“Hey, honey,” Matt cooed into the phone, then huffed, “Jesus fucking christ, Hunter. Go the fuck outside if you want to do that shit.”

I laughed at Matt’s attitude, “What is going on?”

“Your dog is rubbing his asshole on the carpet. That is what is going on,” I could hear the look on his face loud and clear through the phone. “This whole wife goes back to work and leaves husband to take care of the home, the child and the bad ass dog is a little unnerving.”

“It’s only day one, sugar,” I smiled to myself, knowing that Matt was finally experiencing what I had to experience every day when he was gone or busy doing a project in the backyard. “It will get easier, I promise. Hunter probably just has an itch; it’s not like he’s wiping poop on the floor.”

“It’s disturbing and I don’t like it,” Matt spat, then sighed. “But on the bright side, Alec called me Daddy at least fifteen times already today, and is persistently eating Cheerios when offered to him.”

I pretended to act shocked, “You must be working magic in there, Matthew! Way to go! Dad of the year!”

A chuckle came through the phone, “I wouldn’t say all that… the kid might have gotten one stuck in his nose.”

“WHAT!” I screamed, ready to grab my bag and head home. “What the fuck do you mean he…”

“Woah, woah, woah! Calm the fuck down. I called my mom and she talked me through it. We’re no longer putting cereal up our noses. It’s out and everything is fine,” Matt spoke quickly, reassuring me that Alec didn’t have a Cheerio lodged half-way to his brain. “In other news… how is work?”

I held my hand to my heart and let out a deep breath, “You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack. Don’t you dare let something like that happen on your watch again or I swear to god, Matt, I will rip your balls off and fucking feed them to you for dinner.”

“Calm it down, pregnancy hormones,” Matt chuckled again. “You sure that you don’t have something growing in there? What’s with the anger?”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m not pregnant; keep trying…” I paused, waiting for his response, but then decided to keep talking, “And actually today has been strange already. I have a fucking nameplate on my desk that literally says Mrs. Sanders. McKenna came in here to introduce herself to me officially, ended up making a comment about you, and ran out of here scared out of her shoes. Supposedly the inmates I have today opted out of the program, and the other one was kicked out of McKenna's program because he made her uncomfortable.”

“Sounds to me like you should just quit and come home for good,” Matt said as if he was truly trying to convince me. “Gang affiliations?”

“The one that made her uncomfortable, yes.”

“Name?” He poked.

“That is confidential and you know it,” I huffed.

I could hear the eye roll, “You’ll tell me later and you know it. Shit, baby. I got to go… Hunter stop fucking barking I am going to strangle you!” Matt breathed into the phone, “Zack’s calling and this damn dog won’t shut up. If he wakes up the kid I’m taking him to the pound.”

“You take him to the pound and I’m kicking you out of the house,” I laughed. “I love you and I’ll see you later. Hang in there today… if Hunter bothers you that much, I’m sure Bri will take him.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, baby,” Matt made a kissing noise into the phone before hanging up.

Eleven-thirty came and I was face to face with Calvert Williams, the prisons newest inmate in the homicide wing, and the inmate that McKenna felt had a personality too close to that of Shadows for her to deal with. He sat across from me, shackled at his ankles and wrists. Chocolate brown eyes, reminding me of Brian’s, stared at me with a cold expression. His dark brown hair was disheveled on his head, remnants of shaved sides and a short mohawk still there, but very grown in. Tattoos covered the exposed parts of his neck, arms and hands. A tattoo of a cobra was on the right side of his head, where it was previously shaved. I pursed my lips as I folded my hands on my desk after turning on the tape recorder.

I waited a few minutes for a response, but he said nothing, just continued to stare coldly at me. I raised an eyebrow as his expression changed a little, his eyes shifting down to read the nameplate on the wooden desk. His eyes looked back up at me, widening then squinting a bit. He opened his mouth, his plump pink lips separating from one another, “You’re Ivy.”

“That I am,” I said with a sweet, but fake, smile. I wasn’t surprised that my name was known by a variety of gang members in Orange County. I was Shadows wife, and whether he was in the business anymore or not, they all knew who he was. “And who might you be?”

“I’m Cal… I… uh… I don’t want any trouble,” he stammered out.

I furrowed my brows at him. This was the guy that McKenna said reminded her of Matt back in the day? This guy was his polar opposite! There was nothing here that screamed womanizing, degrading pig… Maybe a womanizer because he was pretty attractive, but he seemed like he was more uncomfortable in the situation than I was.

“What are you talking about, Cal?” I asked, honestly curious. I wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with the tape recorder being on or not, so I reached for the button to cut it off. I looked back at him, his face pale, “Are you alright?”

“Ye… Yeah…” He muttered, “Everything is fine…”

“You don’t seem fine to me,” I rested my elbows on my desk. “You obviously know who I am, so you might as well give me some insight as to who you are and why you’re acting like this.”

Cal chewed on the inside of his cheek for a minute, then looked at me with a frown, “I’m part of Delirious. I… uh… I owe… I mean… I have… Fuck…”

“Hey,” I cocked my head to the side. “You owe a debt to Avenged? That’s none of my business, nor do I care about that. I’m not affiliated with them or what they do. I’m here working, doing my job to help people like you. I won’t sell you out, alright?”

“But Shadows…” Cal said quietly, fear showing in his eyes. “I looked up to him as an idol… He mentored me for a while, said he would maybe take me into Avenged… but then my mom got sick and I needed money… I wasn’t able to pay…”

“Shadows is no longer affiliated with them, either. We have a separate life. Now that we have that issue out of the way, would you like to talk to me about your mom being sick and how that impacted you to the point of landing you into the homicidal cells of the prison?” I asked with a small smile, reaching for the tape recorder once again. This getting back to work thing was going to be a lot more challenging than expected.

Notes

Sorry for the delay in updates!
Been reading everyone else's stories instead of writing my own...
I'm the worst.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!
Ivy and Matt are MARRIED!
And she's back at work...
Who the hell is Cal?
Is he important?
Maybe.

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Fallen will be updated in the next couple of days, too.