Since coming back from his bond hearing, falling in the hallway after seeing frank plum there, Joe Morelli couldn't sleep at all.
He kept seeing the rage in frank's face, seeing Joe Juniack having to restrain frank from attacking him almost put the fear into morelli.
But when he saw the military police up close and personal, he knew real fear. Fear that made him stay awake at night. Fear he would have another nightmare. Fear he wouldn't wake up.
Since finding the sand in his bunk, Joe had been meticulous in cleaning his cell, he knew today he was getting cell mates, he heard his old classmate Eddie Garzarra talking about it while going into the cafeteria.
Joe had been denied solitary confinement, and was expected his cellmates to be there at any time, he had just enough time to take a shower and get back to his bunk hopefully.
Seems like no one liked rapists, especially those child rapists. His cell had been destroyed while he was out of it, his food trays overturned, he went hungry a lot of the times. He was lucky to be eating one meal ever couple of days, seems like he kept tripping on something or another. The guards just looked away, never seeing a thing.
Taking his one clean pair of underwear and his orange jumpsuit with him, he made his way into the shower, seeing no one there. He let out a sigh of relief, it was his nightmare that something would happen to him while in the shower but he could smell his own sweat mixed in with his fear and knew he had to step up and get clean.
He never noticed the slim Hispanic man enter the shower, nor his teardrop tattoo under his left eye, well two of them. He kept washing his body over and over again, suddenly the soap dropped and he was forced up against the wall. Feeling hands all over his body, something stuffed into his mouth, Joe could only stand there and take whatever punishment was handed out, unable to fight.
Suddenly, he screamed, he screamed himself awake…he was in his cell with his nice new clean jumpsuit on, but when he stood up, he could see the pool of blood where he was laying down.
He was too scared to do a thing, say a thing, even when he saw his new cellmates looking at him. Two gangbangers where there sitting at his table that was bolted down to the floor. He looked closer at them, noticing a flaming skull on the forehead of one, and the other slightly built Hispanic man with the tear drop tattoos looking at him like he was lunch, all the while licking his lips.
Staring at Joe, he said ' is it true you like cupcakes too?"
Screaming again, Joe woke up and saw he was alone once again in his cell. Was he going mad? Why was he in pain then? He felt violated in the worst way, and yes there still was blood on his bed.