She finished putting the last of the clips in her hair – she had chosen butterflies today – and checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before she headed out to the taxi she had arranged to pick her up. She rattled off the address to the prison absent mindedly as she buckled her seat belt and fiddled with the bag she placed on the seat beside her. The driver gave her a curious look but said nothing as he pulled into the street.722Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Z0A2kjNDW
As they drove she pictured her upcoming visit. Would he be sitting in his cell waiting for her to arrive? Was he excited, nervous, anxious? She’d often wondered what he thought of her but he’d never turned down her visits so she figured he must enjoy them at least a little.
As the car pulled up to the prison she let out a nervous breath, handing over the money before getting out of the car and heading into the main reception area. The receptionist smiled a sad smile at her, just as she always did but the girl with the butterflies merely smiled back as she walked up to the desk. Most of the paperwork was already completed in anticipation of her visit as the staff at the prison were, by now, familiar with her and her regular visiting schedule. All she had to do was sign the visitors’ sheet before a guard led her into the next room. She knew the drill by now and so took the book out of her bag before handing the bag over to the guard who did a quick check inside before placing it in the storage locker. The guard also checked her book by quickly flipping through the pages before placing it on the table. She spread her arms and legs as the guard proceed to pat her down. Content she wasn’t carrying anything he handed back her book and led her through to the phone room.722Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0iwOMffDG
She took her seat and waited for them to bring him out. She was nervous today. She hadn’t been this nervous since the first time she visited him. She remembered that day, his shocked face at having a visitor after all this time. She’d never introduced herself, scared he’d realise who she was and he had made no effort to introduce himself either, not that it mattered. She knew exactly who he was. She knew what he’d done, but it didn’t bother her. His warm smile and childish grin made it hard to. She thought that today was as good a day as any. An introduction was long past due.722Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDDmwhTdrAX
She stood as they brought him into the room and gave him a small smile through the glass. She picked up the phone as he did the same, mirroring her.722Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0FKgdNQsH5
“Mister,” she breathed it out as a sigh as they both sat down, “Mister Matthews.” She smiled at the shock that passed through him. “I think it’s about time I introduced myself.” She continued, “My name is Kiera.” A brief flash of recognition passed over his features at the mention of her name. It was a name he hadn’t heard often in the fifteen years he’d been here and to Kiera that was a long time – after all, she was only two when he was convicted and sentenced. “Kiera Matthews.”722Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEa3N8siY5S
She arrived home to find her adoptive mother pacing the floor. When she saw Kiera she instantly exploded in anger. “What on earth do you think you’re doing visiting that man?” Kiera ignored her and continued into the kitchen. “Don’t you dare ignore me young lady! What were you thinking? He’s a murderer Kiera!”722Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1evQKvwmJY
“No.” Kiera denied, smiling, “He’s a hero.” She said as she pulled a knife from the block on the bench and in one deft stroke she slit the throat of her adoptive mother, just the same as her father had done to her mother all those years ago.
