It had only been two weeks since the guilty verdict and less than one week since he'd been sentenced to death but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.
Each tray of food that had been passed through the slot in the bars at meal times was returned, barely touched, he just wasn't interested in trying to eat anything.
Beyond the regular checks, to make sure that he hadn't attempted to kill himself, there was no interaction with the guards.
He knew that the state now wanted him dead, even if it would be years before the sentence was finally carried out.
The final straw, for him, was when his brothers all turned their backs to him.
Virgil he could understand but John, Gordon and Alan, even they now wanted him dead or they just didn't care about him anymore.
It didn't matter now, he didn't matter anymore.
He knew that, if he could somehow get hold of them, he'd welcome the oblivion of the drugs that he still craved (and always would).
Lost in the destructive thoughts, that seemed to be all that he had, he didn't notice the guards approaching his cell door until the door opened and he was ordered to strip ready to be taken for his shower.
Once he was ready, to the guards satisfaction, clad in only briefs and socks his hands were cuffed behind his back.
With his cuffed hands holding towel and soap Scott had to walk, past the other cells with their leering occupants, to the shower.
A clear door separated the interior of the shower from a makeshift viewing area in the hall outside. Little other than mesh obscured the guards view. Privacy was not an option for him anymore, he just had to get used to that.
The 'post shower' walk back to the cell was just a repeat of the walk to the shower but instead of the leering there was a tirade of wolf-whistles and 'pretty boy' comments from the denizens who were enjoying this spectacle of his total humiliation.
It was with so small amount of relief that Scott was able to retreat back into his cell, where he was left to wallow in despair and self pity.
He'd failed to protect his angel.
Knowing that the state wanted wanted him dead and his brothers didn't even care, he had nothing left to lose.
The only comfort that he had was the fact that Chloe was to be helped in her recovery.
The decision that he'd made, months earlier, may have compromised his defense but diverting most of his assets to pay for her psychologist was what he had to do.
Chloe had to be protected, his fragmented memories didn't tell him why but he knew that she had to be protected, no matter what.