Well, I'm back from Spain! It was a very busy holiday (and by that I mean going to bed at 8 am and getting up at 4pm and going out at 11pm and doing it all again) so I didn't have that much time to write. And also, Little Sparks is the priority!

That being said, I have a chapter ready to be typed after this so hopefully it won't be long before you get more.

Enjoy.


"What happened to your ribs?"

Ezra looked up to see Pierce looking at his purpling ribs questioningly. They had been working out in the GYM together and were in the midst of changing back into their jumpsuits. He zipped it up before taking a seat on the bench.

"Hanson happened," Ezra sighed, wincing slightly as he bent over to tie his shoes. "He said some things about my girlfriend and I punched him."

"Do you have a death wish, or something?" Pierce asked disbelievingly, "You should know better by now than to talk back to the big guys. Prisoners like you and me need to stay low if we want to get out of here in one piece."

"I know, I know… I just, I can't stand to hear anybody talk about her that way," Ezra admitted, "She's… I don't know."

Pierce patted Ezra on the shoulder and sighed, "Just remember that one day you'll be outta here and he'll be rotting in that same cell until he's old and grey. He's got life with no parole, you know."

Ezra didn't know. And while that should have made him feel better, it only served to increase his worry. He knew he'd made an enemy with the wrong guy and had no idea what to do. He wasn't safe, and he knew it.

"Who did he kill?" Ezra asked, kind of fearing the answer.

"I'm not positive but as far as I know he caught his teenage daughter and her boyfriend in bed and shot the poor bastard in the head." Ezra's breath quickened and he felt himself pale. Not good, not good, not good, not good… Pierce seemed oblivious and bid him farewell.

Ezra sat on his bench for a long time, frozen in fear. Hanson knew that Aria was only a teenager and who knew what he was planning to do if he'd killed a guy who slept with his daughter. Ezra was going to suffer, he knew that, but exactly when he was going to suffer he didn't know.

Eventually he trudged back towards his room. It had been six days since Hanson and Carter had paid him a visit in the library and Hanson hadn't even acknowledged Ezra's presence since then, other than to shove him out of the way in the cell or tell him to stop breathing so loud – a difficult feat seeing as Ezra had trouble taking in deep breaths with the pain in his ribs.

Hanson wasn't in the cell when Ezra returned. It was only 8.47 and Ezra knew that Hanson would be out until the very last moment before the cells were locked at nine.

He pulled out his notebook and ripped out a page. He hadn't been able to write Aria a new letter over the past few days seeing as he hadn't been on Library duty and Hanson was always hovering in the cell.

Aria,

I don't have much time to write but please, please remember that I love you. I love you so much and it's killing me not being able to hear your voice and see your smile. I have that picture of you that you gave me for my desk up on my wall beside my bed. You're like a pin up! The guys are all jealous of the beautiful girl I have waiting for me.

It's not too bad in here. I've made quite a few friends, you'd be surprised by how friendly everybody is. You don't need to worry, I'm a big boy. I'm surviving.

I miss you so much, though. Only 22 months until we're together again.

Remember what I told you.

I love you,

Ezra

It was short and chock-full of lies, but it would do. Ezra hastily shoved it into an envelope and addressed it to his mother's house. He wrote Aria's name on it and quickly made his way to the nearest guard, asking him to drop it into the outgoing post.

He made it back to his cell with a minute to spare and groaned internally when he saw that Hanson had returned and that he'd poured something all over the bed.

"What did you do?" Ezra bit out.

"Just a little something to make you sleep better, Paedo."

Hanson's new nickname for him caught him off guard.

"I'm not a paedophile," he spat, before remembering what Pierce had said and moved away from Hanson towards his bed. It stank of urine and it didn't take Ezra long to figure out what Hanson had done to his bed.

"Fitz, Hanson." The two prisoners turned towards the door of the cell to see the warden standing there, "What is that smell?"

"Hanson decided to find a new place to relieve himself," Ezra spoke immediately, knowing that it was going to come back and bite him in the ass but wanting Hanson to be the one to suffer for once. "Perhaps a potty training programme may be necessary, or perhaps some diapers?"

"You little fuck," Hanson spat, leaping up from his bed and hitting Ezra squarely in the nose. Ezra heard the crunch before he felt it. Although, it wasn't long before he did and he yelled out in pain, falling back onto the soaked sheets.

Blood spurted from his nose as Hanson delivered a powerful blow to Ezra's gut and then grabbed her throat in a vice grip, choking him.

Ezra struggled to push him off as spots appeared in his vision and the warden called for help before yanking Hanson backwards, leaving Ezra to cough and splutter. He could feel himself asphyxiating as he pulled in shallow, wheezy breaths. The last thing he thought before he blacked out was that at least if he died then he wouldn't have to wash the sheets because pee had to be a bitch to get out.


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