Hi everyone or more to the point Lyl lol u seem to be the only one who I know for sure is reading this. Another two chaps, how will he cope? Now he's inside? And what's going to happen to Jessie? Thanks for reading this fic Lyl I think you're the only one lol
Take Care
Kaz
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Thirteen
Keys begun to jingle at
“Hey Briggo…you awake?” Maz asked
“Yeah”
There was movement in the bunk above him and a pair of legs
appeared over the edge. “Did you sleep?”
“No not really…you?”
Maz jumped down, “No…not much”
“So what happens now?”
Marazzi shrugged, “Damned if I know…I ain’t ever been in jail before”
Christian looked surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah”
“I thought you were some sort of veteran”
“Oh cheers bud!” he laughed
“Sorry”
“Don’t sweat it”
After role call they
showered and were then led downstairs to a huge cafeteria where breakfast was
served. “What the fuck is that?” whispered Maz as they waited in line.
“Fuck knows!”
“Its oatmeal” the guy in front sniped.
“What?”
“I fucking hate oatmeal” Christian stated firmly.
“Well you better get use to it…coz there ain’t nothing else”
“Great…I’ll starve to death”
“You!” they heard a voice bellow.
Christian glanced at the small fat man who was staring at him.
“Oh shit you’re in trouble already” whispered the guy once more.
“Step out!”
Paul watched the scene unfold.
“Name!”
“What?” Christian retorted the man consulted a clipboard then
looked Christian in the eye. “Your name asshole!”
Christian repeated his name and immediately noted the stares from
the other guards, “Oh the cop killer!” the guard said loud enough for all to
hear.
Christian wasn’t afraid
of him. He’d come across men like him
all his life and wouldn’t be intimidated. “We don’t like cop killers in here”
he snarled, Christian stared right into the man’s face “Do we?” he added the
rest of the guards shook their heads “No we don’t” someone said
“Do you know what we do to cop killers in here?”
“No…but I suppose you’re gonna tell me, ohhhhhhhhhhh” a
sudden blow to the abdomen had Christian doubled over in pain.
The man took a few
paces back then looked around; all eyes were now on the pair of them. Christian
bracing himself for what awaited him.
Another blow and he was floored, another beating imminent. So what was new? He was use to this; no amount of ill
treatment would ever break him.
Once through the guards
walked away and Christian felt himself being hauled to his feet, “You okay
buddy?” asked the guy who’d spoken to them that morning, “Sure” Christian
retorted as he wiped the blood from his face. “Come on your buddy took your
breakfast across to the table”, Christian sighed “I don’t know why…I said I
fucking hate oatmeal”, the man sniggered. “No…but I don’t”, Christian smiled as he was
escorted across to a table where about ten men sat five on either side. “So…you
killed a cop huh?” everyone at the table fell silent and all eyes turned to
Christian.
“State said I did”
“And you? What do you say?”
Christian eyed the tough looking guy at the end of the table and
knew enough not to shoot his mouth off and plead innocence.
“I say make up your own mind”
The older man smiled, “Yeah?
Well that’s good enough for me the name’s Leroy Brown”
“I’m” Christian began
“This is Brig” Paul interrupted as he patted his back
“Hey Brig welcome aboard” said Brown as he scraped his spoon along
the bowl, “Ain’t ya gonna eat that?”
“No”
“Give’s it here then…waist not want not”
Christian pushed the bowl across to where the older man sat.
“Oh…I were gonna have that”
“What? Tough shit!
Kinsella”
“You don’t like oatmeal Brig?”
“Nope…not since…” he stopped speaking
“Not since?” said Brown
“Not since I were little”
“Cool…all the more for us” Kinsella muttered
The whole room
suddenly fell into an uneasy silence and all eyes turned to the door. “Shit…look who’s just got outa solitary?” both
Christian and Maz turned round to find a large heavy set man staring right back
at them, “Who is he?” whispered Marazzi, noting the tenseness which had now
filled the air “Crazy Jake” retorted Kinsella looking mighty weary now.
Paul Marazzi tensed as
the man made a sudden beeline straight for him. “I sit here!” he said firmly, “You go!” he
added Marazzi just sat there staring in dumbfounded silence “You go you go you
go!” Brown signalled for him to move. “Go go go go go go go!” Marazzi stood up and
lifted his bowl. “Okay I’m going!” he
sniped back at him. ‘Jesus’ Brown shifted along to let him sit down,
“Watch him he’s crazy” Kinsella muttered, “Wow…he seems to have attached
himself to Brig” all eyes fell on Christian, who was rolling his eyes. “You and
me are gonna be mighty good buddies” he was saying, Christian simpered ‘Great
just what I need…a crazy son of a bitch trying to hit on me’ he thought as
he eyed Marazzi. “Okay on your feet!” they were told all stood up at once.
Christian felt a hand on his arm, “Don’t you fucking leave me alone with him!”
he told Marazzi as they made their way to the laundry. Maz sniggered, “Why taken a shine to you has
he?” Christian glanced at the guy. “What do you think?” he replied unhappily as
he was pushed along by the same guard who’d led the attack earlier.
They were both put to
work in the laundry room and now two hours later were exhausted and desperate
for a break. “Keep going…that bastards just waiting for you two to stop” warned
Brown as he and Kinsella continued folding the sheets. Marazzi drew in a deep breath “Shit man…this
is the most work I’ve ever done in my entire life!”
Christian thought of the job he’d had before this nightmare had
started, his main job had been working the full eight hours at the local store,
boy how he longed to be there now he could clearly recall his first day…
“Please just give
me a go…I’m a good worker honest Mr Kauffman” Olaf Kauffman scoffed.
“Christian…when have you ever worked?”
“Lots of times”
“Name one”
The eighteen year old tried to think.
“Well I can’t, not right now but oh please Mr Kauffman just give
me a chance,” he begged following the man around the grocery store.
“And why should I give you a chance Christian…did you give me a
chance when you and your friends shouted obscenities at me and my family?”
He stood there shame faced. “I’m sorry I were just a kid then”
“It was last month Christian!”
“Oh please I’ve grown up now, please just give me this once chance
please”
The bald man stared at him. “Why?
Why are you so desperate to work? This is not like you at all
Christian…usually you are going around town creating havoc upsetting old
ladies”
“That was the old me…I’ve changed”
“Changed? Why the sudden
turnaround?”
“Because I’m Jessie’s daddy!
I don’t want my girl growing up with a bum for a daddy…I want her to be
proud of me!”
The man stared at him for a few seconds. “Okay” he said at last.
“Yessssssss!!!”
“Just for a few week, let’s just see how things go okay?”
“Okay…oh I won’t let you down I promise”
The man sighed, “I hope not…here put this on”
Christian glanced down at the white apron, “What? You want me to start now?”
“Of Course…no time like the present”
He took the apron and quickly tied it around his waste, “So boss
what d’you want me to do first?”
“The front step needs to be cleaned Christian”
He took the broom from him, “You mean go outside?”
“Yes”
“Where people can see me?”
“Yes”
“Oh! Okay”
The old man laughed then shook his head as the bell above the door
sounded and in walked the town busybody Aggie Bryant. “Good day Mrs Bryant…and what
can I get for you today?”
Christian smirked on noticing the look of astonishment on the
woman’s face, “Mr Kauffman…are you taking on that little hoodlum?”
“Yes Mrs Bryan”
“Well I never…he’ll have his hands straight in the cash register
the minute your back’s turned…you know that don’t you?”
“We’ll see Mrs Bryant we’ll see”
“Well I never thought of you as a stupid man Olaf Kauffman”
“I’m glad about that Mrs Bryant…now what may I get for you?”
Christian left them to it; the sun was shining that hot September
afternoon.
Christian was brought
back to reality with a thud and once again he found himself lying on the floor.
“This ain’t no holiday camp Ingebrigtsen!
Get back to work” Christian slowly got to his feet and seized the mop
his knuckles white as he fought to restrain himself. “What? Are you trying to go for some sort of Goddamn
record? Asked Brown “You’ve managed to
get yourself two beatings and it ain’t even lunch time yet!”
“It’s hardly my fault…the guy clearly has it in for me!”
“Japp? Japp has it in for everybody…don’t
worry it’ll be some other asshole tomorrow”
Christian felt a little better but still had Crazy Jake to deal
with.