Dorian DeLoughrey
“There she goes again,” a sarcastic comment he just had to make as he rested his head against the bars and closed his eyes. He knew being here with her wouldn’t be easy but he hoped she would get that he didn’t want to talk to her, hoped she would stay quiet for the sake of both of them. Was that too hard? Instead, she went on about jail virginity, her jail friends and cop friends, making it tough for him to keep calm. “Will you shut up already?” Dorian quietly said, slowly looking back at her and keeping his gaze on her for a few seconds, taking a step away from the bars before he turned away from her and started walking back towards the bench. A very short walk but he quickly stopped, hearing her last question. "God, there was not a minute when you were quiet.”
It was about time for him to just let everything out and somehow the word football played a huge role in that. "And it’s soccer. You’re in America, use American words. It’s not football it’s soccer. Please?” He suddenly turned towards her but stayed where he was not, refusing to get any closer to her again. That wasn’t something that usually bothered him even if he’d sometimes correct her when they were younger, but for the obvious reasons everything she said was getting to him. “And stop talking about that Kyle dude already, yes I do know who he is but I don’t want to hear another thing about him, or his dad, or Rod, Roy whatever the fck his name is. I don’t want anyone coming here, especially not another officer you are somehow friends with. Let me guess, you were also meeting up with him in London?” That’s when he really let his anger out, at this point not caring about what he was saying. It was just coming from the bottom of his heart and he couldn’t stop it. So now the roles were reversed - he was the on that didn’t know how to shut up.
"Like with my mom? Because I can’t describe how annoying it was to listen to her stories about you and the time you’ve spent together. Or just looking at your pictures because she thought you were so cute and she just had to share it with everyone. Yes, mom, I can see that but I don’t want to.” Chuckling, he crossed his arms and looked to the side, shaking his head slightly. That was what he had to deal with from time to time. And it was hard. It was hard for him to see Jessica could get back to “normal” with his mom while she never tried to talk to him. “And stop looking at me like that, it’s irritating.” He mumbled, furrowing his brows as he shifted his gaze back to her, not even taking a second to stop and breathe in.
“And bragging about how you got arrested before is so stupid. You are proud of that, really? Well, I hate it here, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be here.” Chuckling continued as his gaze remained on her but he found himself taking a few steps closer. “I just- I just really don’t want to be here with you right now AND don’t even say you can see that because I know you can. I am making it very obvious for both of us. I would rather be here with a serial killer because I don’t need you protecting me now when I’m being my usual cheery self. I know pretty well how to do that, let me remind you I was fine without your protection for the last four years.” He continued with a huge but sarcastic grin plastered on his lips. “And after four years you think you can come back just like that and act as nothing happened? Who are you kidding, Jessica? Trust me, I don’t even need Daniel to keep me away from you. And yes you can tell him that, I bet he’d be more than happy to hear it. Damn, I’d rather be in here with him and I can’t stand him.” His anger was only getting worst, his words harsher as he couldn’t stop himself from talking. Everything he said was overwhelming, even for him.
“You know, I would actually like to know what he would do now if he knew where you are and who you’re with. What do you think, huh? Would he think it’s funny or would he try to find a way to ruin my life again because he thinks this is my fault?” That’s when he stopped and finally looked away, walking back towards the bars and leaning against them, placing his hands in his pockets. His voice got quiet and he was almost relaxed. But not fully as some thoughts he tried to push away suddenly ran trough his mind and he continued, “You know what? Why don’t you give him a call or leave him a message saying how we’re having so much fun right now? At least he’d know where you are.”