Page 50 of The Soul that Redeems Me
We arrived in Milledgeville complements of Dr. Sawyer. She convinced Emily to allow her to accompany us on the trip to the Georgia state prison, housingasshole.Little did Emily know, Dr. Sawyer, along with the rest of the family, thought Emily and I need a getaway after the meeting so Jason’s company jet is sitting at the local airport, our luggage already on board, waiting to whisk us away on a life list adventure for Emily. My parents picked Jake up from the apartment shortly after we left, agreeing we needed some ‘fur-baby free’ time.
I wanted to give her a good memory, in case she struggles after her confrontation with him. It took over a month of negotiations but his lawyers finally agreed to a five-minute visit, glass and phones separating them. I was going in as moral support and for that piece of shit to know that a real man loves her, supports her, and if he even looks wrong in her direction, I will take her out of there and he can go back to his cell, knowing my tiny, powerful woman beat him.
Emily was more carefree, spontaneous, alive. When she connected the last piece of the puzzle in her mind, she released a great deal of resentment. I held her for hours that afternoon while she cried, and while she still has anger, she is able to talk about it, releasing it in healthy ways. She spent every morning at the gym with Andrew and is training to teach youth self-defense. Last week she bested her brother in a sparring match.
She vows to never let him live it down.
We make our way into the prison, handing over our ID’s and the paperwork supplied by the lawyers. We were there on an off-visitation day, compliments of Jason and his enormously deep pockets, I assume. Walking down the hallway, we go through a metal detector before entering a large visitation room, metal tables and chair welded to the floor and the outer walls lined with glass windows and phones hanging on the partitions between the booths.
The sounds of our shoes as we walk across the concrete floor echo with each step as we make our way to the booth with a light on over the top. Emily sits down and I stand behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders as Dr. Sawyer stands to the side, outside the line of sight of the glass divider.
A few minutes later, the sound of heavy metal doors opening muffled behind the glass asassholeis led into the room behind the window, his hands handcuffed to his waist and shackles on his feet as he shuffles to the booth and sits down.
He is a small man, larger than Emily but smaller than me by a good amount. His hair is greasy and he has acne scars on his face, healed track marks on his exposed arms. I feel Emily tremble slightly under my hands and I gently squeeze, lending her strength and calm to face the next five minutes.
He picks up the phone and Emily does the same. He looks at her, starts to open his mouth but Emily speaks first, “I hope you rot behind bars for what you did to me and that little girl in Texas and when you meet your maker, I hope that he puts you into that special place in hell where rapist pedophiles like you go to burn for eternity. Remember this asshole,” she leans closer to the glass, causing the cowardly man to lean away, the phone cord stretched to its limit, “I beat you. Now, I’m going to enjoy the sun on my face and live my life knowing you will never walk amongst free people again.” She hung up the phone and stood up, turning her back on him and walking out of the empty room.
Dr. Sawyer and I were trying to not laugh at the finality of it all as we took long steps, trying to keep up with Emily. She really was pissed off and now she seems to be floating out of the prison, a skip in her step. Her tiny steps were quick as less than ten minutes after we walked into the prison, we walked out.
I picked her up as soon as we got into the parking lot and spun her around, peppering her face with kisses as she laughed, her head thrown back, her beautiful face looking up into the sky.
“I guess I wasn’t needed after all.” Dr. Sawyer laughs, as I set Emily down on her feet and link my hands with hers.
“I’m glad you were here anyway. You never can tell.” Emily shrugged before she started giggling again. “So, back home?” she smiled up at me as I leaned down and kissed her gently, placing my forehead against hers.
“I have a surprise for you.” I winked as I took her hand and got into the car, Dr. Sawyer already behind the wheel, her GPS giving directions to the airport.
As we pulled up on the tarmac, Emily was bouncing in her seat, her joy contagious. We got out of the car and Emily reached through the driver’s window. She hugged Dr. Sawyer, who whispered something into Emily’s ear that had her blushing as she winked at me and drove away.
I took Emily by the hand and walked toward the plane, the MSJ Media logo on the side. Jason loaned us the plane for a week and made arrangement for us to have private lodging when we arrived. I hoped Emily was as excited as I was about this trip, even though I was excited for an entirely different reason than she was.
“Where are we going?” Emily asked as we walked up the stairs and found our way into the empty jet. Seats lined the outer walls of the plane, a soft tan leather covering oversized chairs and couches. I winked at her as the flight attendant helped us get settled and brought us a glass of champagne before we took to the air.
After we were at cruising altitude, I pulled out the small leather journal that we had put our life lists in. Opening the book to her list, I showed her what she wrote, “Guess.” I joked, looking at the over two hundred different things she wanted to do.
She kept adding things to the list and I was determined to mark everyone off the list, even if it took me a hundred years.
“I don’t know. There are so many.” She remarked, chewing on her lip as she started to flip to my list and I stopped her, taking the book, and placing it on the seat next to me. I had added to mine as well and I didn’t want her to see if, quite yet.
Unhooking her seat belt, I lifted her small body into my lap, her legs straddling mine as she leaned down and kissed me. Pulling back, I whispered, “You feel like trying to find Atlantis?” joking at the silliness of it, hoping she would figure it out, without actually telling her where we were going.
Her eyebrows pulled in for a moment before s huge smile broke out across her face, “Bimini? We’re going to Bimini? To swim the road? Really?!” She squealed, her curvy body bouncing on my quickly hardening dick.
I silenced her with a kiss, feeling her smile throughout the embrace. She settled with her head on my chest as I rubbed her back, pecking a kiss on top of her head until I felt her breathing even out and her body relaxed, sleep finally taking over.
Her insomnia had returned but instead of being anxious all night, she channeled her frustrations and lack of sleep into the new additions to the Literacy Program. We officially had an outline, along with corporate sponsors, to fully fund the food pantries in all six cities we currently worked in. There were also plans to hire social workers and counselors within the next six months, allowing more outreach in the communities. She wanted to make sure no one fell through the cracks and allowed life to beat them
The flight took about three hours and I woke her shortly before we arrived over the island. I wanted her to see all the sights of the tropical paradise and hopefully, an overhead of the famous Bimini Road. Her head was on a swivel through the window as we touched down on the extremely short runway.
The sight of downed planes near the airport, pushed into the jungle was a little unnerving but I had faith in the pilots of Jason’s jet and told them we would see them in a week. After going through customs, we took a taxi to the north side of the island, the private house Jason booked for us situated right along the water’s edge.
Getting out, I realized this was the perfect place forourlife list item. We walked into the rustic house, full windows overlooking the softly rolling waters on one side, a view of the green foliage and lush tropical trees surrounding the other three. The dark wood mimicked the trees and the house seemed to fade into the landscape.
Setting our luggage down, I spun Emily around and picked her up and I walked toward the glass windows facing the ocean and gently placed her against it, her legs wrapping around my waist as I ravaged her mouth. She began to move her hips, the sundress pushing up around her waist as her small, panty-covered pussy encountered my stiffening cock.
“I’m so damn proud of you, baby. Your strength amazes me. I love you so much,” I whispered as I allow my mouth to nip her chin, kissing her neck below her ear as I worked my way down her shoulder, pulling the strap to her sundress down with my teeth as her pert breast fell from the offending dress.
“I love you too. I need you, Josh.” She moaned against my mouth.
