David and Becky - Foolish Choices Ch. 16

"If she wants a really full account, will four months be enough time to write everything down?"

"You can stay here longer until you finish, if you like," Elena grinned.

"No, no, I didn't mean that," the words shot out of my mouth.

"Only joking. But it's up to you if you want to do it or not."

"Yes, yes, I've already agreed with her I'll do it," I said, eagerly.

"Good. I'll leave it here with you. There's an electric point under the bed almost out of sight right in the corner so you can keep it plugged in on full charge if you like."

I picked it up and opened it. Such a simple thing people take for granted, like using a mobile phone or switching on tv. I'd had none of that for fourteen months, and the thrill of seeing the laptop screen burst forth with light almost made me gasp.

Elena leaned towards me in a conspiratorial manner and whispered. "I asked Madam Popescu if she would authorise internet access for you."

"Really?" My hopes rose even higher. "What did she say?"

"What do you think she said?"

I gave a quick laugh. Of course there was no way I'd be given access to the web, I could be sending emails to newspapers, lawyers even, absolutely anyone I wanted. She probably wouldn't mind me looking on porn sites as it would be an even greater temptation for me to masturbate. "Do you think Madam Popescu would cancel my hard labour for the last four months so I had more time to finish writing for her?"

"Nice try, David," Elena chuckled. "She told me she would allow you no concessions whatsoever, and I think she's already told you, too. You are here for punishment, and she will be strict on that right up to your last day. She told me to remind you of that if you asked for anything. However, she did tell me to reassure you she would allow you to write anything you wanted for the purpose of keeping your story completely truthful."

"Do you think I can trust her?"

"She knows you hate your guards and the way they treat you. She probably knows what you think of her, too. But, it seems she is so interested in everything that's been going on inside your head, all your thoughts, all your perceptions of Casavana, she has given you free rein. Nothing you write, however incriminating, will be used against you in any way. She asked me to stress this to you."

"Do you really believe her?"

"Actually, I do. She has promised neither she or any of her guards or staff will read what you have written until you leave here."

I clicked on the 'word' icon and a single file came on screen which was entitled 'David'. I opened the file and read it silently; it was a lovely message from Elena. I was so overwhelmed with joy, I looked at Elena with such gratitude, I didn't know what to say.

"When Madam Popescu told me about this plan, I talked her into giving you the laptop instead of pen and paper as it's easier to edit and change things to keep everything in order. This is for everything you've done for me while you've been stuck here. I know I've been a bitch to you, David, and caused you no end of pain and frustration, so this is my way of saying 'thank you'."

All thoughts of Elena looking for reasons for me to stay longer flew from my mind as I thought how writing all my experiences would make my last months in here much more tolerable. But, would Madam Popescu be true to her word? Would I really be allowed to write anything I wanted? Would I be allowed to pour out my anger and hatred that I felt to some of the women I'd met in here?

When she had left me alone with the promise that a desk would be brought down to my cell to go with the chair she was leaving, my mind focussed completely on how I was going to set about writing my story? At what point would I start my story? How much of it should include the tease and denial games Becky and I played. What about Gina and Liam; they were a part of it all, too. Gina had even accompanied Becky a couple of weeks ago during my birthday visit. I sat on my bed deep in thought. I decided I would spend the remainder of the day planning how I'd put it all down, and tomorrow I'd begin.

Coming next in the chapter 17: Problems with Justyna and Becky's birthday.