Damaged Goods

Zachary Goode walked into the police station, hands cuffed, as a couple security officers strip searched him. Let's just say it was a very humiliating experience for him. As soon as they dubbed him 'safe', they shoved his clothes and shoes into a paper bag and pushed a bright orange jumpsuit towards him. He slid it over his body and they threw him into a cell with another inmate.

Zach turned to his cellmate, "Hey," he did that half nod thing that all guys do and sat down on the bottom bunk. The other inmate, a very pudgy balding man, came and sat next to him.

"I'm Phil," the guy smiled weirdly, "And you are?"

Zach looked at him warily, "I'm Zach."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Zach," Phil said, "You wanna have some fun?"

Zach raised his eyebrows, "Like how?"

Phil moved closer to him and put his hand on Zach's knee, "Well, whatever you like big boy."

Zach grimaced and moved as far away as he could, "Um, sorry. My door doesn't swing that way."

"That's okay, buddy. There are always two-way swinging doors. Or revolving doors," Phil waggled his eyebrows suggestively and moved closer again.

He reached out for Zach and got a bitter surprise when Zach took his arm and twisted it behind his back in a very painful way.

"Listen up now, Phil. We aren't going to have any more talks, and you're not going to touch me. Got it?" he whispered threateningly in Phil's ear.

The chunkier guy nodded quickly and Zach let him go, sliding into bed as Phil climbed the ladder and went to his bed.

Zach sighed.

This was going to be a long stay.

:*:*:*:

Cammie Morgan walked into her apartment, not at all surprised at seeing the lights on. She dropped her purse onto the kitchen table, checked for any messages and then looked around. She saw a sleeping girl on her suede couch and walked over to her.

She shook her, "Lizzie," she whispered and the girl woke and blinked up at her. She sat up.

"Hey Cam," she said, yawning.

Cammie pulled her in for a hug, "How are you, Liz?"

"I'm okay," the younger girl whispered and Cammie pulled away.

"I'm so sorry Lizzie. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I left you at the gazebo just for a bit to get my medicine. I didn't think anything would happen." Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes and she wiped them away.

Liz took her hand, "Cam, it's not your fault. You-,"

Cammie shook her head, "But it is Lizzie!" she cried, "You're my little sister. I'm supposed to look out for you!"

"You couldn't have known." Liz reasoned, sounding very wise for someone only fourteen.

Cammie sighed and gave her another hug, "Let's get to bed. It's been a long day and tomorrow they'll have questions for you and me."

Liz nodded and each of them sleepily walked to their rooms, wondering what tomorrow would have in store for them.

an: another update :)

so, yeah. zach's cellmate is gay, and liz is cammie's sister.

many more surprises to come.

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