Prison Time J3T x DM

Hey guys, I am doing a few one shots that are a little different. I had this one in my head for most of the week which is why I am writing it all down now instead of the other ones in the list that I have. I will get through my list eventually but right now I just want to make this one.

This is an AU btw…

Danny p.o.v

18th of December 2015

Murillo, Daniel

Men's Central Jail

Los Angeles

California

Dear George,

How are you doing? I guess I am alright although I can't wait for this to be over. I miss you more and more as the days go by. I just can't wait to be in your arms again. These last few years have been the hardest few years if our life so far. I can't believe we have been going through this whole ordeal as strongly as we have before the incident happened. I often wonder what life would have been like if that day never happened. Maybe I should have started this letter off differently but, honestly, I don't know what to say. I know I messed everything up and I am truly sorry for that. I don't expect you to continue supporting me when this is all over in a couple of weeks' time.

I fully expect you to move on with your life and not want to contact me anymore. I am sorry for everything that has happened and I guess this is why you haven't been writing me back any more. I have forgotten your mobile number so I don't call you anymore. Please let me know if you want to move on from me and you want to start again with someone new. I think I can deal with that now, I am not worthy of the loyalty you have shown me in the last two years George I am really not. You could even go for that guy Charlie that you keep mentioning, he seems like a better guy than me. I don't mean that in a jealous way, I mean it in an honest way. Most of your friends would be better for you than me.

They gave me an I pod yesterday, they said that you went ahead and released Swan Songs with your band and that you wanted me to hear it so they gave it to me. For the first time in a while I cried myself to sleep last night hearing your voice as you perform those songs so well. They won't give me the disc because it could get turned into contraband so they are keeping it with my belongings until I get released. I suppose it's for the best really. I am not in a good place right now and they know it. Not that they care too much about it or me. I am not a name here or a person... just a number made to serve their sentence and then leave. I'll move back in with my mom when I get released in two weeks' time. You won't have to worry about me then.

You don't know how proud I am of you George, even though I know you are a lot older than I am. 4 years does seem like a long time to me now and I hate it. I hate all of this, I just want to be back with you and not have to worry about my next meal being stolen or someone trying to choke me out on a daily basis. The amount of times in the last 3 months alone that I have ended up in the infirmary worries me slightly. One of these days I am not going to be found in time and I can feel it. I guess it could be a lot worse since I am only medium security and not maximum but still some of these people.

Maybe you and Charlie would make a good couple. I bet he won't make the same stupid mistake I did and he won't end up in here. I think he would treat you a lot better and like the king you deserve. He could buy you things I could never afford, take you to those places that you have always dreamed of that I never can. When you talked about him in the last call you spoke of such fondness when you were referring to him and it makes me happy that you can move on from the waste of space which is me. I know technically we are still going out with each other but I am not expecting this to last when I become free.

I wonder what success the album will have. Your voice is amazing and I can't help but fall in love with it even more as I hear the songs. Then the love turns to misery as I remember you are not mine anymore. This place does some weird stuff to you after you have been here for a while. Paradise Lost is my favourite song from the album so far. It just means so much to me and I can relate to it so much. I don't know if you intended for it to be that way or not but I love it either way. Some of the other songs like everywhere I go will probably be more enjoyable while I am out of here. This place isn't exactly party central.

This place gets lonely when you have to stare at the same four walls for a majority of the day. My current sentence duration means there is not much point in them giving me a job. Exercise time is just another period of time where they can beat the crap out of me until the guards start paying attention. They can't get away with it as much in the main common room because the cameras will always see and they will end up in trouble for it. Not that it really stops them from hurting me because they always get one of their mates to do it as revenge. Or they will steal my food like some loser stole my breakfast this morning.

I also feel like I can relate to The Diary quite a lot. I wish I could go home and I wish I could be with you. My heart melted when you mentioned my name. Damn I miss you too much George. I do openly invite you to come and pick me up when I get released. Sorry it will be after Christmas and I will miss it again but I will still have a present waiting for you as always. I swear I am going to turn my life around now and this stuff won't happen again. I know I never hurt you but I feel like I have done with my actions and for that I will be sorry until you tell me not to be.

I definitely went down the wrong path when I was encouraged to do the things that I was doing with my band mates and I am definitely a new man now I have served my punishment. I won't be hanging out with the same crowd that I used to and maybe you and I can make some happier memories together. However, I am known to be a dreamer so I highly doubt this will happen. I'm always going to be California dreaming I guess. I better end this letter soon; those guys are looking at me funny and I know what's coming next.

If this is to be my last letter to you then, I love you and all the time we spend together as friends and a couple. Try not to miss me too much, I am not worth it. All I want to know is that you are going to be happy when I am gone. I want to know that someone else will love you in the way that I have and always will do even when I am long forgotten about. I love you George Arthur Ragan.

Yours sincerely,

Daniel Rose Murillo

I hastily shove the letter in the envelope as the two men that usually beat me up stand outside the cell waiting for me to come out so they can strike. I know later on I can get the letter mailed out to my beloved but I don't know if I will be alive long enough for George to get to read this and even for him to reply to me. He hasn't replied to me for the last couple of letters that I have sent him so I don't even know if he is getting them anymore. I want to curl up and cry but I doubt that he cares about me anymore. He would have contacted me by now if he didn't. "Murillo, someone is requesting a phone call with you," one of the guards' shouts from the door of my cell which sent the bullies running.

I hand him the envelope since he is the one who deals with the mail as he directs me to the phones. I start to get nervous because I have no idea who was wanting to call me. My mom visited me earlier in the day and I know she doesn't call on visiting days. I picked up the receiver and I just heard the usual stuff about prison phone calls being recorded and stuff like that. "I am talking to Danny, right?" the voice on the other end and my heart started racing. "Y-yeah, you are," I tell him, mentally cursing myself for stuttering while George was finally talking to me. "Aw Danny, I am so sorry I didn't call sooner, things have been a little bit hectic and I have your letters too," he tells me and I just sighed in relief.

"It's okay George, your famous now. You don't need to be hanging out with the likes of me now anyway," I tell him. Feeling glad that he has my letters and he wasn't ignoring me on purpose. "The likes of you? What are they doing to you in that place babe? You are my one and only Danny and nothing is going to change that," he tells me and I try not to react too hard to it because I know the bullies are always going to watch me. "You are to me too George. I guess some things are getting to me now. I am leaving in two weeks' time and I honestly will be so glad to leave," I tell him making sure he is the only one who can hear it. "Aw, I am going to be away then but I swear I will come and get you once I get back. We are doing a little tour which should end in three weeks' time," George says.

"It's okay George, I will probably still be at my mom's by the time you get back. She's desperate to have me home now," I tell him and I could hear him chuckle at the other end of the line and it made me happy. "Well you can tell her when you see her that I am just as desperate to see you. I am so gutted that I am in a different part of the US to you right now," he tells me. I felt my heart race and for a moment all my doubt went away for the time being. "It's not your fault George. You seem to be having fun traveling round the states anyway. I'm not planning on coming back here anyway so you'll have all the time in the world to see me," I tell him and I could imagine George smiling on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I will have plenty of time to stare at that beautiful face of yours. You just have to wait three more weeks and then you will probably become sick of me," he tells me and I chuckle. Then we got the five-minute warning as that was when the phone call would end. I saw the bullies waiting out of the corner of my eye, ready and waiting to pounce on me. "I would never feel that way George. Honestly, I was starting to think that you were becoming sick of me by now. Three years have gone by with little contact between us," I tell him. "Honestly Danny, it's made me love you just as much if not more. I can't wait to see you soon," he tells me and I end the conversation after saying that I loved him back.

Then just as I predicted I got pounced on by the people who have tried to make my time in general population a living hell. They started off with the usual punching and making it quick before the guards come to send them away but then I felt the larger man's hands around my neck and he was squeezing it quite tightly with the intent to choke me out. I kicked out in desperation for him to let go of me but it was too late. I saw the darkness appear in my vision just as the guards were alerted to what was going on around the room and the assault that was taking place. I could hear them shouting at the bullies to put me down and to step away from me but I felt it was too late as my eyes closed and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore.

"This one is very lucky to still be here all though I am concerned about his lack of response in the last couple of days," a female voice says as I come to my senses. I seem to have survived that beating then luckily. "Not surprised since it took over an hour to revive him and he's been on oxygen ever since," Officer Cole says and I remember hearing his voice before I passed out. I could feel something on my face but I wasn't sure if it was an oxygen mask or the nasal cannulas. "Try and see if you get a response now. If not, we might have to take him to the local hospital. He might have slipped into a coma," Officer Cole says. I could hear footsteps and then I could feel some hands on my shoulders.

"Danny, can you hear me," the nurse asks and I managed a whimper as the pain from the beating hit me all at once. "It's going to be just fine darling. Try and open your eyes for me and we will get the pain sorted in a minute," she tells me and I felt the hands leave as she went to get the pain medication I was hoping. I am going to try and open my eyes for her anyway. It took a few minutes because my eyelids felt heavier than normal but I managed to open my eyes and keep them opened. The nurse came back just in time with the medication that I needed. "You'll start to feel better in a moment," she says and then does a head to toe check on me and asks me questions to which I replied honestly. "He will be fit enough to leave once the oxygen comes off but until then it's best if he stays here," she tells the Officer who seemed to be in agreement with her.

"That's fine with us. We need to reassign him to a different housing unit in general population because these attacks are getting out of control now," he says and I was glad that they weren't moving me to one of the units where we are in our cells 23 hours a day for my last two weeks stay. Maybe there my last two weeks won't be as fright filled as the last three years have been. Then Officer Cole got called outside of the infirmary for a moment so I just lay quite comfortably on the bed as the pain was starting to ease up and wait to see what happens next. He came back a couple of minutes later. "This doesn't usually happen but since you almost died and you can't leave the infirmary we have granted someone's visiting request with you," Officer Cole tells me and I bet it was my mother because she is so worried about me.

The person who was actually here to visit me made my heart race and the nurse smiled at me. My boyfriend George had flown from wherever he was when he made the phone call when all of this happened and he was here in the flesh for the first time. "Oh Danny, thank god you are okay," he says and rushes over to hug me tightly and I hug him back and hide the tears. "They can't get rid of me that easily even though they had a good attempt," I tell him and he smiles at me. We aren't going to kiss or anything because I am not feeling great and I don't think they would let me. "That's good then, when did you wake up because before they were telling me that I couldn't see you," he tells me and I had to have a little think on it.

"Probably less than an hour ago. I think if I wasn't able to wake up then, they would have sent me to the nearest hospital's ICU," I tell him and this conversation felt better than our last because I didn't feel the impending doom of the people who beat me up watching me constantly ready to pounce. "Well, I am glad it wasn't that serious and you are doing alright now," he tells me and I felt happy to be as close to being back in his arms as I can right at this moment. "Won't your band mates be angry that you are here and not with them?" I ask him, remembering that he is on tour with his band for their first album swan songs. "Not really, Jorel, Jordon, Matt and Dylan are all supportive and send their well wishes to you. Aron is a bit moody but that's to be expected with him. I got management to give me permission to let me have a couple of days off to come and see you and then I have to go back but I am not missing any shows," he explains and it made a lot of sense to me.

"That's nice of them, I have missed you quite a lot and I didn't know what they would say when this kinda stuff happens," I tell him. I am still kinda new to the whole music scene even though I did some album releases and ep releases but never had a loved one rushed to hospital when I was in the middle of a tour so I am learning something new. "Yeah, it's nice that the managers let me come to see you but when I was called by the prison not long after it happened they said they were still resuscitating you so they weren't sure if you'd live so obviously they would let me come. They thought I was coming to say goodbye to you and to be honest so did I," he tells me and I hug him again. He hugs me back gently and I really tried hard to not cry.

"I really missed you George," I tell him and I let a couple of tears fall down my face. Those couple of tears joined until I was full on crying into George. He climbed onto the bed so we could hug better and I didn't care that he was sitting on my lap I just needed his comfort. The seriousness of the whole thing hit me like a freight train. "I missed you too Danny. Please don't cry, you're okay and everything is going to be fine I promise," he tells me and I had my arms wrapped around him tightly. He started to rub my back and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. "I'm trying not to George," I tell him as I start to calm down. I wasn't sure how long George is going to be able to stay with me for but I am currently assuming that it would be for the normal visitation duration.

The Officer left the room when George walked in and the nurse went to go and tend to another patient. So, we could kiss if we wanted to then I guess. George looked around to make sure that we are alone and then he gently kissed me on the lips and I instantly kiss him back. No one was here to watch us and it just felt blissful. It almost felt like I was back in the outside world and I wasn't currently in the infirmary of Los Angeles Men's Central Jail. Then when the kiss broke I was sucked back into reality and back into prison I am. I only have 11 or so days left in this place and then I will be a free citizen and able to walk the streets. "I can't wait for you to formally live with me Danny, if you would like to," he tells me and he smiled as he saw my eyes light up. "I'd love to live with you officially George," I reply him and I smile at him.

"Awesome. I might have to go to the store and get you some new toiletries and clothes because I don't think you have much at the moment," he tells me and I nod. I lost most of my clothes in the tour bus fire which was almost the reason why I ended up here. "I barely have anything like that. Just the clothes I have gotten arrested in and the stuff I have left at my mom's from the amount times that I spent sleeping there because I never actually bought a house when I was staying with Kris," I tell him. We had a little snuggling session and it felt so good after the months of hell that I have been suffering through recently. I think we managed to spend two hours together before the guard came to take George back to the outside world. I enjoyed every minute I spent with him even if I was on oxygen support the entire time.

Now it just leaves me wondering when I will be able to see him again. I know I leave here in eleven days and George comes back about a week after I am released but he will be tired and jet lagged so I doubt he'll come and get me straight away. It might be a few days afterwards. I am not being released on probation because I have served my full sentence or I will have done by the time I leave so I am not going to be restricted by that when I leave. I have decided not to spend any time with the guys which led me to being in here after they get released from their slightly longer sentences so I don't fall down the same path I am trying to leave. I want to get my life back together and make meaningful memories with George and my family.

"We are keeping you in here just overnight so we can make sure that your oxygen levels stay stable while we finalise your new housing situation but you will be moving to a new housing unit tomorrow at some point," Officer Cole tells me when he walks back in after letting George go home. "Okay. Um thank you for letting George come to see me Officer," I tell him and I saw a brief smile on his face. "You're welcome Murillo. You've worked really hard these last few years and you have turned yourself around and after all of the beatings that you have suffered you should have something to help pick your spirits up," he tells me. It was slightly out of character for a guard but I appreciated it all the same. I am sure there are some exceptions to the rules that I managed to meet but in the end, it was up to the guards and officers to make the final decision.

I am quite used to being left alone after the nurse came to start weaning me off the oxygen I have been relying on since they got me breathing again two or three days ago. I don't really have a cellmate when I was in my old housing unit anyway. I just had people come in and talk to me every now and then because I was fresh meat 3 years ago when I first arrived and now I had made some friends there who might not miss me as much but they did try and look out for me while I was there. Maybe in this new housing unit I will make new friends and I won't get beaten up as much while I have 10 days left of my sentence. It might not be worth making new friends though because my sentence is now so short I won't be bothering to contact most people in here when I leave.

I know some of the older men in the housing unit I was in up to this point will probably try and contact me before I leave and it would probably be rude to not try and mail them at least once a month so they know I am good and I am keeping myself busy and productive and I am not straying back to the way that I used to be before I ended up in jail. They might miss seeing me and trying to teach me things that they wanted to know themselves when they were my age and that's when their lives went downhill and they want to make sure that other people don't make the same mistakes that they did and that they can teach something which also helps them realise that they have learnt from the mistake which landed them in here as well.

My evening was really boring to be honest. They were making arrangements on my behalf for my new housing unit and my mom got an update on my condition which she was happy about. She did think I wasn't going to pull through and George thought the same thing but I surprised them both and I went from being on a high flow of oxygen to a normal one throughout the evening so I was still proving to people that I am strong and I can bounce back when I have been hurt even if I do hide the mental scaring that these kinds of things leave behind. I know I am not the same person I was when I first entered jail but it isn't a massive change for the worst. I have become a better person but I just have to deal with some bad memories and things like that.

The nurse told me I should attempt to sleep because the last few days have been tough on my body and I should start resting so it can recover quicker than if I kept pushing myself. I have been given food and there wasn't much else I could do at this time of night anyway so I might as well sleep now and then after breakfast tomorrow I will hopefully be able to leave the infirmary and pray to god that it is the last time I end up here before I leave. The nurse did say she was going to miss me a little bit because I was one of the rare few patients that gave her an easy time while she was treating them so she was less stressed out.

I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable and as the nurse noticed I was falling asleep she dimmed the lights so I could fall asleep quicker. I felt safe for a while and then eventually it lead to me falling asleep..

~~~~~~~~~~~ two and a half weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Freedom never felt so good to be honest with you. I have been out for three or four days now and I am finding myself able to adjust to life quite easily with my mom's help. She will give me little tasks like going to the grocery store and I can do them just fine. She did warn me that she had a lodger in the house who wasn't aware of what happened with me so it was best not to mention it to him and just hope that we would get along. So far, we have barely spoken to each other but the times that Jason and I have had a conversation it didn't really go so well. He wasn't accepting the fact that I was Margo's son and I had come back to live with her after a few months of traveling around the world. I came back while he wasn't in the house so he was going to have to accept that.

He kept wanting to start arguments with me but every time he did I just walked into the kitchen or wherever I knew mom was at the time and start a conversation with her just so I could avoid confrontation. There were still tell-tale marks on my body from my final beating in the prison but I know they will heal in time. I have a nice bruise on my neck from where I was strangled and it lead to me being clinically dead for over an hour which was a lot to take in and a lot to accept in general. Like I actually died in prison. They nearly called time on me and would have pronounced me dead and the guy that did it would have had a murder charge not an attempted murder one.

I was relaxing in my mom's arms on the sofa when these thoughts hit me and I started to panic slightly. There was no way those guys could get to me in anyway physically because all forms of communication have been cut off but it doesn't mean that the memories can't still affect me every now and then. My mom always manages to pick up on my emotions even before I notice I am panicking or something. "It's okay Danny, try and calm down. You aren't there anymore and they certainly can't attempt to beat you up like that again," she tells me and I was thankful that Jason wasn't in the house at this point. I'll be moving in with George sometime in the next two weeks anyway so he will be happier then which made my mom angry because at the end of the day she takes family over anything and Jason isn't family to her.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't try and think about that afternoon. It just kinda happened," I tell her and she gives me a tight squeeze. "It's okay Hun, you are still recovering from a massive attack which almost cost your life. I am not expecting you to be your bubbly self one hundred percent of the time. I will always be one phone call away when you are with George should you ever need me," she says and I snuggle up to her. I am so grateful that she has decided to stick with me and support me throughout all of this because along with George I don't think I could have done this without her and everything would have been harder to get used to. "What did I do to deserve a mom like you?" I ask her and she chuckles.

"I feel like I am more blessed to have you in my life my boy. I noticed the little vase of roses you left in my bedroom this morning with the little note. You are very sweet and I am so happy you aren't going back to that life now," she tells me and I smiled at her. I was forever doing things like that when I was little. I would save up my pocket money and use it to buy little things for her just to show her that she means the world to me. She would always wake up to roses somewhere with my name on a card nearby. They are her favourite flower and my middle name so that's why I always bought her either red or white roses. "I had to do something to say thanks for the support through the last three years. I thought you were going to leave me halfway through," I tell her quietly and she kisses the top of my head.

"When I gave birth to you Danny, I swore that I would look after you and protect you no matter what happens. That's what a good mother would do regardless of what the child does in their lives," she says. She started playing with some of the longer strands of my hair and she held me quite close to her. "I know mom, all the bullies kept making me doubt everything about myself and they thought my family would abandon me," I tell her. I know Jason will be home soon but I am just going to make sure that my personal problems stay that and he doesn't get his big nose into my business. Not that there is any media evidence that I was arrested or sentenced three years ago, he would have to talk about me to someone who knows about the whole thing and there aren't that many willing to tell.

I was dozing off in my mom's arms when Jason slams the door as he enters. It jolted me awake and for a moment I thought I was back in prison being beaten up again. "Jason, I am not going to tell you again, do not slam the doors. Next time you'll be out on your ears," my mom says while I was just frozen in a bad memory. Jason stormed off to his room and mom was trying to bring me out of the memory but it didn't seem to be working. I still think I am in prison being beaten up but I know I am not anymore and I can't seem to snap out of it. Luckily when this whole thing started I was lying stomach to stomach with my mom on the recliner so Jason didn't see my face. My mom was worried and was trying to talk to me but I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying.

I had finally started calming down about ten minutes later but even I knew I was very shaken by the memories. "Oh my boy, what did they do to you there?" she asks, not wanting an answer from me since she already knew about most of the things that went down there. "I don't wanna go back," I tell her once I had calmed down some more and she had given me a drink. I was literally shaking once I had come out of the flash back and the panic it had left behind. "I know you don't and I bet when George comes back he'll make sure of it," my mom says. We kept our voices down in case Jason was the in eavesdropping mood. He is a strict Christian which got on my mom's nerves slightly, mainly because dinner would always contain him throwing some homophobic slurs at me after he overheard me calling George and I said I love you George at the end of the call.

"Yeah, you don't mind me living with him, do you?" I ask her, feeling more confident than I did when I initially came out to her shortly before I started going down the wrong path. She accepted me straight away because she knew there was something special between George and I and we had her full support. "Of course not Danny. As long as he treats you the way he has been doing then I am perfectly happy with that. You must visit me though and my door is always open in case anything goes wrong and you want to move back in," she tells me and I put my drink down just to hug her tightly. Therefore I think my mom is the best mom on the planet. I don't think I could ever ask for a better mom to be honest.

She will always be saving my dumb blonde as until we are way too old to be doing stupid things but we do it anyway. I heard Jason storming down the stairs and for some reason the fight or flight instinct made itself known within me. Even my mom felt more protective of me then she usually does and this worried me a bit. It was clear to me that Jason was trying to win my mom over and for her to accept him as another son and it wasn't going to happen because of me. She wants her family to love and accept me for who I am and Jason is never going to do that. The last thing I remember was Jason knocking me to the ground and then his balled-up fist heading straight for my face and my mom screaming.

Maybe now those bullies were finally going to get their wish. Maybe now I was finally going to be killed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~three weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The cold streets of Los Angeles in the winter time didn't really bother me as I left the comfort of my little alley to buy a snack since I wasn't really that hungry but I knew I had to eat something. I use a hood to cover up my face after seeing another missing person's poster about me. My phone was left at home and I discharged myself from hospital when my mom went home to sleep and I decided it would be best as long as Jason is still around not to go back there. It once was a safe place for me but I might have outstayed my welcome in my own home it seems. I got off lighter than I was expecting from the attack but it was another harsh memory that I now have to deal with the panic attacks it brings for the foreseeable future. George would have gotten back two weeks ago, I wonder if he is looking for me. I doubt it though, I do seem to be a forgettable person after a while.

It's been two weeks since I left the hospital. Every day someone is missing the less likely people are to find them alive in most circumstances. I managed to get my snack at a self-service checkout so there was less chance of being recognised. The clothes I am in are from the day I was attacked and they weren't really weather appropriate so I was constantly shivering whenever I left the warm comfort of a shop and I was beginning to think hypothermia was starting to affect me. I walk back to my alley and avoided a confrontation after I bumped into someone by running off. I might have recognized the voice but I wasn't about to stop and ask. Back in the safety of my alley I started to eat the snack, hoping my mom was being taken care of by George.

She told me Jason kept coming to her house and threatening her. She did see me a couple of times while I was awake after the 5-day long coma I was in. I discharged myself about two days after I woke up. I know George will protect her until that bastard gets caught. He takes down the phone lines so the police aren't able to be called and he took her phone off her one time. That's why I haven't gone back home. He would probably beat me to death if he got the chance. I am not about to risk my life like that. "I swear I saw someone run in here after I bumped into them. It could have been the guy you were looking for but I didn't see anything to identify them because they were so fast," I hear a voice say at the entrance to the alley. That must have been the person I bumped into before.

"Thank you, either way at least I can say that I explored the lead anyway," I heard George say and my heart started racing. He really did care for me and I now feel horrible for worrying him and my mom the way that I have done. I heard him softly calling out my name as he walked through the alley. I hide myself right at the dead end in the corner because no one bothers coming this far I have learned. I'm surprised my violent shivering hasn't given me away a lot sooner. Soon I am face to face with George. "There you are baby, I've been so worried about you," he tells me and I just stare at him with tears welling in my eyes. "Why though, I am just a massive screw up everyone wants to beat to death," I tell him.

I was still shivering when he pulled me into the tightest hug he could manage and that was almost enough to break me. "Because I love you Danny, you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with," he tells me. I hug him back and I snuggled into him to get some of the warmth from the hug. He wasn't proposing to me but I know he cares about me so I believe him. I wondered how long it would be before George knows that I am shivering so much. "Wow Danny, how long have you been out here, you are freezing," he notices probably about 10 minutes later. "I've been on the streets since I left the hospital," I tell him and George takes his coat off and covers me with it and zips it up so I could be a bit warmer now hopefully. "Okay baby, you are going to come back to my house and I'm going to protect you I promise," he tells me and I gave him a small smile.

He lifts me up and holds me tightly as he walks back towards his house. He couldn't carry me and text at the same time but when we got into the house he put me down on the couch and tucked a fleece throw blanket around me so I could warm up finally. I was snuggling with the blanket tightly around me and I was still violently shivering but I could hear George talking to the cops about my disappearance and that I have now been found. They said they were going to visit to make sure that I was okay and to get my statement on the attack that lead up to the whole thing. Then he let my mom know that her baby boy was safe and sound. I might have lost a bit of weight from only going and buying little snacks to live off for the last two weeks. 2016 has not gone off to a great start for me if I am perfectly honest.

My mom was on her way over and George was making me a hot chocolate to see if that would help me at all. My body temp is a little on the low side but it isn't anything that we can't handle here and I don't need to make another trip to hospital at this point. George walks through with my drink just as the police shows up. He lets them in and I was just snuggled under the blanket still. I answer the questions that they had relating to my disappearance before giving my account of the assault which triggered this whole thing. I managed to feel warm enough to take my arms out of the blanket and I started to drink the hot chocolate about halfway through the interview. I still have George's coat on and I don't think I am taking it off anytime soon.

Then there was a little break from visitors after the police left where I ate some soup and I was fine after that. The coat came off but I kept the throw blanket to at least waist level and then I could adjust it to how warm or cold I felt. "I'm sorry George," I say as he was giving me a warm bath because I was a little on the dirty side. "You don't need to be sorry bear, I know why you did it now and it is completely understandable," he tells me and I knew once this bath was done we were going to have a lot of snuggle time. I think my mom had gone food shopping or something before she comes over and that was okay with us. I can't wait to see my mom again and to apologise to her for worrying her so much.

When my mom came over I was snuggled into George on the couch in the living room and she let herself in because George had told her that she was welcome into his home just as he was welcome into ours. "Hello George, how have you been holding up?" she asks, she hadn't seen me yet and I guess she thought that I was sleeping on the bed upstairs or something. "I'm alright, I just can't believe that Jason turned out to be the bastard that he did in the end," George says and mom walked into the living room and she was so happy to see me and I looked alright. "That's good. Hello baby boy, are you okay now?" she asks me and I got up from my snuggle with George to hug her tightly. I noticed that she looked like she had a few sleepless nights and it was all my fault. "I'm okay mom. I'm so sorry for stressing you out," I tell her and she hugs me back just as tightly.

"It's okay baby boy. I know Jason scared you into not coming home and I am not mad at you. I don't think I would have stayed with Jason being in the house but I had no choice. I am glad that you are safe though," she tells me and I sat on the couch in between the two and we just watch some random film that was playing on a channel. I was comfortable being with the two people that to me were my world. I felt safe and happy being at home and having my boyfriend and my mom snuggling up to me after the hell that I have been through for the last three years. "Don't worry Danny. You are safe now and we will protect you to the end of the line," George says and I smile at them. Hopefully I don't have to deal with any emergency service people now for quite some time.

I must have fallen asleep at some point because I opened my eyes to the smell of dinner. I was lying down on my own on the couch as well so my mom and George must be in the kitchen. Then my mom walks in with a plate of chicken and rice and smiles at me when she sees me looking at her. "Hey Danny, I was just about to wake you for dinner," she tells me and I sit up so she could hand me my dinner. "Hey mom, thanks. I was starting to get hungry," I tell her. I haven't had a proper meal since most likely the day I ended up in hospital or a day or two after I woke up from the coma. "I bet you haven't eaten properly in a while," she tells me as I started to tuck into the food straight away. "I've been surviving off snacks every day. This is my first proper meal since the whole thing happened," I tell her.

There is one thing that I think pretty much everyone learns when growing up. You cannot lie to your mother or father and expect to get away with it. They always know, so if I had told my mom oh yeah I have been eating three square meals a day for the last two weeks she would instantly know I am lying. "Oh Danny, at least you are home now and safe and you can go back to eating three meals a day now," she tells me. She sat next to me and she chuckled as my foot bounced slightly as I was eating the dinner. I haven't changed at all since I was a small child in some aspects. I was finished with my dinner in no time and my mom took the plate back to the kitchen as George walked back in. "Did you enjoy that Danny?" he asks me and I nod. "Best first meal back ever," I tell him and he smiles.

The rest of the evening was very relaxed. We got a call from the police to say that Jason has been arrested and they will pursue the matter further. That probably means they are going to charge him for the assault and then hopefully get him put away for a long time. He would hate it in jail if he is a strict Christian like he lead us to believe initially. I am a Christian but not as strict as he claimed and even I hated it in there. George pulled me onto his lap and I snuggled into him straight away. I am so grateful to be back in my boy's arms without the worry about him being taken away by police officers. My mom was happy to see our reunion because she still supports us just as much as she did when I first announced I was dating him.

I was dozing off in George's arms a few hours later while a film was playing in the background and I wasn't paying much attention to it though. I think I have seen the film before and it wasn't particularly interesting to me. "Are you very sleepy there Danny bear?" he asks me when he notices that I was falling asleep on him. "Yeah, I haven't gotten much sleep lately," I tell him. He hugs me tightly and somehow, I knew that he was feeling guilty about something and that something involved me. "I should have been here for you on the day you got out and then none of this would have happened," he tells me after a minute. "You can't say that George, no one knew for sure what Jason's true intentions were and we had planned it out so I would be with mom until you got home from tour. You can't beat yourself up about something that you had no control over," I tell him.

I noticed that some of the things I had learned from my stay in jail were being applied here. What the older men who kind of mentored me throughout the duration of my sentence is similar to what I found myself telling George. "You learned quite a bit in there then," George says and I knew he felt slightly less guilty now. "Yeah, some of the older more experienced guys took me under their wing at first because I was fresh meat and I had a lot to learn and to adjust to if I was going to survive in there," I reply. I was still tired and dozing off on his lap. "That's alright then, you had people looking out for you at least," he says. That was kinda the last part of the conversation I took part in because I fell asleep again not too long afterwards.

That's the end of this one shot! I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think and on with the next one.

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