Breaking Bones For Love
Why. People ask that question everyday about why their bike broke or why they got fired. Brendan Brady asks "why did I murder?" every day.
"It's twelve o'clock guys!"
the officer yells across the abandoned halls, every prisoner is in their cell. It has been forever in this old, corrupted cell. Night is good for Brendan, he likes it. It blackens everyone in here. He is alone, but the dead seem to live in him, around him.
"We're coming in Brady!"
The prison cell creaked open which was then followed by loud, frustrated steps. The officer had a 'gift' for Brendan.
It was the opposite. Warren walked in, looking smug as ever. As soon as he saw that smile Brendan was on him. All he felt was flesh, anger and two pairs of hands pulling at his back and arms. Finally, the officers wrenched him off Foxy, they were pleased. Why?
The bed was brought roughly and damaging to the cell, as were the feelings about each other. They stared at each other for so long; the officers shook their hands in front of their blinkless eyes.
"So, you two are cellmates. You both know the rules of this place so that saves us time explaining it. Oh, Richard will be escorting you to the heads office tomorrow morning. Ciao!"
Warren stood up as the officers left,
"you saw how the officers smiled when we fought. Now, I am used to being dragged off which I normally enjoy, but right now they didn't."
"I know" was all could Brendan say.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, two weeks from that meeting with Hannah the head of their prison, Brendan and everything else changed became better. Warren and Brendan had solved their prison sentence and now are going home to HollyOaks.
As Warren drove their black Audi A6, he said
"Brady, where exactly are we going? Home?"
Brendan was dreaming at the time about his most loved ones,
"HollyOaks" he yawned widely.
"Really I mean who's there who's worth the time of us going back there and to wa-"
By the look of his face, Warren stopped.
Brendan spat, "if not some, someone".
"Jesus Christ, how far away is HollyOaks?"
Warren was asleep next to Brendan. They had been driving for least five hours, but it felt like a whole day. Suddenly Brendan halted the car and pulled out the car keys like it was burning hot.
"Fuck!"
Warren was awake now.
"We are here. Great the sign looks new."
They both jolted back to life when their car had been raided with eggs. The two boys were laughing like freaking hyenas. Foxy was already yelling at them, or threating them.
"What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?"
Brendan stepped infront of Warren. He turned and looked into their scared little eyes for about a wasteful minute before he happily announced,
"I'm standing in front of this man to protect you. Now if don't pay me back, I'll move"
Brendan had spotted the murderous face on Foxy.
As they watched the boys become little ants in the distance, Warren started singing as he was unpacking the car,
"I judge by what she's wearing just how many heads I'm tearing"
"stop. No, no, no. Not nickelback."
The filled- to- the- brim duffle bags were now moving toward the familiar scene of HollyOaks.
It looked strange in a way neither men could describe. It looked like it was controlled by different people; Brendan always knew this place to be his playground, or his.