"Thanks for helping me out there" I said to him with food stuffed to my mouth. For the first time since I came, I shared the same table with someone who truly cared, and worth it. 
    "You're welcome" he replied, giving his meal his attention like he had no other business in the world. 
   "I guess you're not used to people being good to you?" He was still on to his food on the tray which was unfortunately getting trimmed down to nothing. 
     "Not exactly… you don't expect good when you don't do good, do you?" 
    He stared at me for a while and shrugged. "Here, you can take mine" I offered him my food cheerfully. 
    "Thanks, but you need to eat." He rejected the offer without even considering it, but I had been moved by his goodness that I would rather protest. 
    "I'm a survivor, trust me…" I pushed the food tray to him and after a while of shaking his head, his spoon was dipped in, and the rest was history to be told by his belly. 
     "Seems like you always got yourself into trouble…" 
      "Sorry?" 
     "The guys that troubled you before, they knew you, didn't they?" 
    "Oh, you could tell, couldn't you?" I retorted.
    He chuckled, dropped his spoon and supported his chin with his arms underneath them.
    "I shouldn't be here…" I muttered to Russ hearing. 
   "Why?" 
   "I have some unfinished business" .
   "The kind that gets you killed?" 
   My answer to his question wasn't abrupt, and in that moment the background noises filled up my ear, footsteps were observed and I listened to heart beats.
     "Actually, is the kind that gets you destroyed." 
    "Hmmm. That sounds like a thing…" 
    "I killed a man sometime ago, Got into a hard fix, needed to deal with it, but the sins of my past came riding back at me when his wife got the cops on me. I didn't get a lawyer for the case because I saw no need to, because after all, anything they found out about me will be true. The judge was about to close the case because I wasn't duely justified and represented, but I got her lawyer in a corner and killed him right at the court house…" 
    I could tell that it was too much for him to digest, but that was just a very small fraction of me, wasn't it?
   "But I didn't get away with it because she was there, the bitch was right there videoing everything, she was right there watching her Dad giving birth to a bouncing baby house, and I was apprehended. And that, my friend is how a lady like me ended up here"
    I let out a smile and refused to observe his facial expression, but a moment or two would have gone when he said a thing. 
    "I guess when we lose things so dear to us, it makes us become our worst demons" he said with a light tone. 
    I chucked. "Trust me, this is the least of my diabolic selves.
    "Why did you kill you victims? Ever felt bad and restless about it?" He asked. 
    "Just because I couldn't, and you wouldn't want to know why" 
    "Well, what I said first it's still valid. My brother died fifty one years ago, it broke my Dad and mom. He was a fine young and strong man, I looked up to him and admired him a lot. They said he went missing at first, we waited until the wait proved to have no meaning. I guess it was the one thing that broke me, I did things without minding the repercussions, I didn't care, because I had lost something I couldn't get back ever again…I had nothing to lose, because I had already lost it" 
    "Guess my problem was bigger. I had nothing to lose, because I had nothing. And I'm so sorry about your brother, I hope you find peace somehow and trust that he is rests in peace. I'm sure that he was a good man" 
    "Yes, he was" 
     Silence ruled for a moment, and he broke the lines. "you said was? Have you changed? It's a good thing that you are here then, it has a way of changing you, for better or worst, whichever option you chose…" 
    "Change?" I asked with a chuckle. "No. But I think I'm going through a process, and being here is just a tiny bit of it" 
    "So what?" 
    "I've never thought about it, but I wonder if Love is as strong?" I asked, looking into his eyes. 
   "Love can be a strong driving force—" 
   "Hey! Don't tell me you're planning to screw the old man baby? Or the old man is trying to screw you? Which sentence best fits?" 
    He interfered in our conversation and windled himself in-between us, stomping on the table and glancing at our faces. 
    "No one's going to talk? Fine…" he stood upright and held my upper arm. "you're coming with me" 
    "Leave her alone!" Russ stood up to challenge him, And I didn't even know what to do, fighting would be the best, but not when my new friend would be caught up in it. 
    "Or what?" Lacasa pushed me away and faced Russ. I knew that it was going to turn out bad that blood would be the water turned wine. I stepped back and sourced for a weapon, anyone at all, but I didn't see any. 
    I was about to give up on it when my eyes glared upon a spoon right at the table, and different ways to kill a man with a spoon stretched through my mind. 
    "Get your hands off me" I commanded him. 
    "What? Look at this fanny!" He pushed me off and got back at him with a punch which he caught. A woo from the background followed, fueling his comeback. 
    "Call me that again and It will be your eyes getting the next pun—" he didn't see that coming.
      Lacasa rushed at him and threw him to the ground, serving him with reckless punches. And In a bid to save him, I took whatever it was in my possession; a spoon, held it by the head and chook him on the neck like I would normally do. What happened next, wasn't expected. 
   He left Russ and rushed at me like a dying man with a last wish, or more like a wounded lion pressing his hand against his neck to control the blood overflow. 
   He punched me in the face and I fell on the ground, receiving his heavy body on me. 
  "Stupid bitch! Stupid bitch! You wanna kill me, huh? You're dying in place, once I get what's mine! I swear I'm going to tear your pussy and asshole!" 
   He tore my pants with his hands, griippied down tight on me, I couldn't do much of hitting him off me. 
    "I told you, as long as you remain here, you're mine"
     "Jesus, that's like the most terrible lie I ever heard in this century" 
    "Huh?" Lacasa looked up and he pulled him off by the neck, flipping his body away at once so it scattered a bunch of benches and tables, lapping finally at the wall.
     He looked at me and smiled, turned to Russ who was still knocked down and offered him a hand. 
     "Who are you?" Russ asked him. 
    "Logan Creed. Nice to meet you."