Anger and frustration pulsed through my veins as I walked towards my office. The never ending feeling of the two emotions, mocked me the entire day. I was in a mood. Daniel could tell and I knew some of my patients could too.

The cause of my bad mood was no other than my Auntie Rosie. What I had hoped would be a normal conversation, turned out to be a lecture and telling off of some sort from her. I loved her to bits. She was my only family member I was in contact with, the same person who treated me like a mother and took care of me throughout my teenage years.

However, because of that, she was possessive over me. Just like a mother should be. But it sometimes got to a point it completely irritated me. She told me off and scolded me as if I were a child who tried to sneak one too many sweets before dinner. I felt so little compared to her.

Yesterdays lecture was the same thing I had heard in person. She thought I was stupid, a fool for wanting to carry out a career as a nurse in a prison. An all men's prison, let me be more specific. She worried constantly about the fact I was surrounded by 'filthy, sinful, criminals' which most likely would try do something.

Now, there were parts where I could see where she was coming from and I understood. But I didn't want to give up this job. I wouldn't. I enjoyed what I did, listening and advising people, having some sort of purpose in my life other than carrying out a life my parents wanted for me.

I simply didn't want to leave.

I tried to explain in the most calm and gentle voice I didn't even know I had in me. I tried telling her that I wasn't leaving, that I made a explicit promise to all my patients to try and help them. It was my job, for God sake.

But still, she didn't budge.

She yelled a little more, finding the need to bring my parents up and say they wouldn't be proud of me.

That's when I had enough. I drew an imaginary line and pressed down on 'end phone call'. She was there to witness them utter their last words.

"Do something with your life, Belle. When you g-grow up, make daddy and I proud. Make us proud."

So, for her to yell they wouldn't be proud of me, hit me somewhere deep. My heart twisted as I thought back to the unnecessary talk over the phone. It just made my stomach clench in an unwelcoming manner.

But I wasn't sure what the cause was from.

Adding onto my mood, was my monthly. Mother nature had decided to take a visit, exactly an hour after I hung up on her. It started off with a slight pained cramp, but right now, my stomach was hurting as if someone were punching it constantly.

That's how bad it felt.

Sighing, I stood outside my office door, my hands searching through my lab coats pockets for the set of keys. With a huff of annoyance, I pulled them out and rammed them inside the keyhole. With a small twist, the door unlocked and I pushed it open, before taking a step inside.

Unintentionally, the door slammed behind me.

My feet moved over to my desk. I slumped the brown folders down on my desk. I spent last night reading over my notes, and patients background information, trying to find new questions to help them open up and for me to understand them better.

I muttered their names lowly, as I flicked through them, searching for my next patient. And when my eyes darted to my schedule to check, I felt my heart flip.

I licked my lips, reaching out to pick up his brown folder. I flicked it open, pushing up my glasses which were falling down slightly. My eyes skimmed over the two paragraphs of notes from our four sessions.

I chewed down on my bottom lip when I put it to aside, opening up one of my other patients folder. the label read. The notes inside his folder were up to two pages. Drastically higher than Sam's. I sighed to myself, closing the folder and placing it back on the pile with others.

Sam had opened up to me. But only a little bit. He would share some of his past experiences, but when I thought we were getting somewhere, he'd quickly clamp his mouth shut and change subjects. Before I wanted to deal with it patiently, but with my current situation, I just wanted to yell and call him out for doing this.

A knock sounded on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I let out a low sigh, closing the folder.

"Come in," I raised my voice slightly, rubbing my throbbing temple.

Great, I was coming down with a headache too.

"Inmate is here," Marco announced. I let out a small breath, turning around to face him.

"Thanks," I mumbled, my eyes briefly glancing at the male beside him. His hood was up like usual, a bored expression playing on his face. It was when we had a second of eye-contact, I noticed his brows furrow slightly.

"No problem. I'll be back in an hour." He informed, forcefully dragging Sam down to his seat. I instantly bit down on my bottom lip, holding in words which I so badly wanted to speak. Marco strode off, closing the door behind him.

A short silence danced in the air.

I glanced at Sam, pushing up my glasses as I felt my cheeks burn with red. He was staring at me. His hazel orbs narrowed; something I noticed he only did when he was curious and wanted to ask about something. Or either he was contemplating.

I didn't know which one.

I broke our eye contact, drowsily making my way over to my chair and taking a seat in it. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, ignoring the tinge of a painful cramp coming.

"Aren't you going to ask if I want to sit over there?" His raspy voice suddenly spoke up. My eyes darted towards him, watching as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. I let out sigh.

"I figured we could do it here, for today. I don't...don't have enough energy." I explained to him.

Also the fact it sort of hurts when I move, because of these stupid cramps.

I kept it to myself.

"Why? Is there a problem?" I asked, clearing my throat. He arched a brow back at me, licking his lips. My eyes threatened to watch.

"No," He lowly muttered.

"But I hope every session is not like this." He gestured to where he was sitting. I shook my head at him.

"It won't be." I flatly said. We held a steady gaze, before I broke it off, once again. I placed his open folder in-front of me, clicking the pen on. I wrote down the short date, pushing up my glasses as I did.

"Alright, how are you feeling today, Sam?" I gently asked, preparing to write down.

"Fine,"

Of course, as usual.

I wrote his response down, the same as always. I bit down on my bottom lip, grounding my teeth together.

"Okay. How was your day today? Did you do anything new?" I asked, glancing up at him from the paper. He pulled off his beanie, running a hand through his beautiful blonde locks. I felt a strange feeling erupt in my stomach.

"Same old." He muttered. My eyes lingered on his hair, which I didn't see nearly enough of.

"Why do you hide your head? And always wear that beanie and hood on?" I found myself asking, discarding his response I should have written down. I had no idea where the sudden confidence came from, but I didn't at all mind it.

"If you haven't noticed, Belle, it's fucking freezing outside. Majority of my day is spent outside working." He told me lowly. I pursed my lips, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" I fired back, with a pinch of attitude. I never failed to miss the way Sam's brow arched in confusion. I cleared my throat, writing down his response to if he found anything new or did anything new with his day.

A sudden wave of pain hit me, making me clench my eyes shut and inhale a deep breath.

Crap, these cramps are going to be the death of me.

"Belle," I heard the surprisingly soft voice call. I peaked an eye open at him, looking over his slightly confused and concerned expression.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, leaning a little forward in his chair. I shook my head, but then nodded it, before shaking it again.

"I...yeah...no....-I'm fine!" I stuttered, a hand leaving the desk to clutch my aching lower stomach. He arched a brow, narrowing his eyes as if he was examining me.

"Don't lie to me, Belle. I can see that you're in...pain." He rasped. His eyes suddenly widened as they traveled over to my hand which was busy clutching my stomach, hoping it would give a kick of relief from pressure being put on it.

"Are...are you pregnant?" He blurted out, disbelief and shock laced with his words. My eyes widened and my mouth parted as I stared at him.

"W-What?! N-NO!" I defended myself, slightly offended.

Did I look fat to him?

"Really? Then why are you clutching onto your stomach. That's...that's what pregnant chicks do." He shrugged nonchalantly, but his eyes said otherwise. They looked a little darkened.

"So, you're pregnant?" He asked again, his jaw clenched. I let out a low sigh, shaking my head at him.

"I am NOT pregnant, Sam! My...my stomach just hurts, alright?" I cried, begging for him to understand. The pain was only building up.

Crap.

"Shit, alright. Calm down, Belle." He licked his lips, amusement dancing and what looked like relief flooding his eyes. I pursed my lips, slowly feeling the cramp pain fade away. It was just a moment of time before a new one returned.

I hate being a woman sometimes.

"O-Okay, back to the session." I whispered, dryly. I cleared my throat, picking up the pen again and glanced up at Sam. He pulled his beanie over his head, before pulling down his hood. What looked like a strange smirk played on his lips.

"Why are you smirking?!" I frowned at him. His smirk fell slightly and he lowly chuckled to himself.

"What? I never knew it was a crime to smile around here." He mumbled. A blush danced onto my cheeks, the burning sensation against my cheek, making me aware of it.

"I-I didn't mean it like that...you're just...never mind." I mumbled, sucking in my frown. Letting out a sigh, I thought of a new question to ask him, in order for us to change the conversation topic.

"Just what?" He pressed. I pushed up my glasses, pushing a curly strand of hair behind my ear.

"Nothing," I whispered, smiling a little.

I loved how the roles had changed.

"Belle," He called. I arched a brow in response.

"I'm just playing with you, Sam." I found myself giggling. He playfully rolled his eyes, pressing a tongue towards his cheek. I heard him mutter something to himself, but I didn't catch it. A light silence waved into the air and I took the opportunity to ask him my next question.

"What do you think the purpose of human life is?" The random question left my lips. He looked a a little taken aback, as he stared at me. I pushed up my glasses, smiling softly at him. It was strange, my sudden mood had changed since I had stepped foot into therapy session.

"Purpose of Human life, huh? That's a tough one." He muttered to himself. I bit down on my bottom lip, writing the question down and underlining it briefly. My eyes darted up at him, awaiting a reply.

"I think...no, I believe we were created and put us on earth for a purpose...something we have to find ourselves. It's something we find ourselves."

I kept silent, taking in his words. They were beautiful and meaningful. I could tell he had thought about it to himself before, or either he was just capable of holding such wisdom. It was something...something I admired about him.

"What's your purpose in life?" I softly asked with a bit of hesitance. The corner of his lips twitched into a half-smile. I could tell it was forced.

"That's something I can't answer," He lowly replied.

"Why not?"

"Because...I believe I'm yet to find it."

And then the conversation switched onto me.

"What about you, Belle?" He cleared his throat, looking at me with those intense hazel eyes of his. I felt the blush burn on my cheeks.

"M-Me?" I whispered, and once again the cramp emitted on my lower stomach. I instantly placed a hand against it, gently rubbing it. He nodded at me, his eyes trailing over to my stomach for a second.

"Well I...I've never thought about it before, b-but I'd say this." I paused, licking my lips.

"Being a nurse, a therapist in this prison. I help and care, and try my very hardest to try to understand all of you. I don't believe in fixing someone, but I believe in understanding people. Like I said to you before..." I trailed off.

His eyes narrowed slightly, when I bit down on my bottom lip, feeling a cramp grow.

"What's wrong, Belle? A stomachache can't be that bad." He frowned.

"C-Cramps," I quietly said, glancing away from him for a second. If I thought I was blushing brightly before, I was sure it was worse now.

"Uh, what?" He asked, and for the first time sounded confused and a little uncomfortable. I sighed, licking my lips.

"I'm...I'm on my p-period. I get cramps, sadly. Apart of the whole cycle." I explained to him, shyly. I suddenly felt like I was in a biology lesson. There was a small silence in the air and none of us spoke a word.

"Oh," I heard him lowly whisper.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door. Both of our heads turned to face the door and I tried to push the emotion of regret clenching at my stomach.

I should have just kept my mouth shut!

"I guess that's my cue," He muttered, slowly standing up on his feet. I nodded, blushing as I mimicked his actions. I chewed down on my bottom lip as I made my way over to the drawer, I opened it up, but when I stood up I suddenly felt a close presence behind me.

I froze.

The situation suddenly felt like Deja Vu.

I slowly turned around, Sam moving a step back. He was still so close. I blushed at him, pushing up my glasses.

The knock sounded again on the door.

"I...I don't know much about periods, but I remember my little sister always complaining about that shit. But I hope you feel better." He lowly said, keeping his voice hushed.

"T-Thank you," I whispered, with a slight stutter. A look of hesitance crossed his face, before he reached forward, and brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, and leaned in a little. I felt my eyes widen as I watched him.

He slowly leaned down to press his soft, pillow-like, bliss lips against my cheek. It lingered there for a second, my heart beating and thumping to an uncontrollable speed.

"Feel better, Belle." His husky voice rasped into my ear. The warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin. Slowly, he pulled back and smiled at me. My lips trembled into one. A harsher knock sounded on the door.

Sam lastly winked at me, before he made his way over to the door. He stepped outside, softly closing the door behind me.

I bet I looked like an idiot.

Widened eyes, mouth parted and a deep red blush coloring my face.

Definitely an idiot.

I could still feel the softness of his lips against my cheek and those sparkling tingles there. My private clenched as I sucked in my breath. I made my way over to my chair, sitting down with a breath.

So much for not falling for him...

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Hey guys! What did you guys think of this chapter? I'm with Belle, period cramps can be a pain in the ass. What did you think of Sam in this chapter? He kissed her cheek! It was originally supposed to be a hug, but they'll be doing more of that later on. Much more ;) Also, how was your Christmas? What'd you get?