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Chapter 33: It's a Cruel World
(After Fencing Lessons in the Showering Area)
Lenny waited until the last boy left before going in. He decided to bathe after everyone else so that he wouldn't be bothered by any stupid teen who'd claim he looked at them in any excessive way. He went to his locker and checked to make sure that no one had fiddled with his things. They hadn't. He then removed his clothes and went into the showers. When he came out he towelled off and wrapped the towel around himself. He went to the special side closet to take out his uniform. That's when he stopped.
Standing in front of the lockers were seven teenage boys including Tom.
"Did you think you'd get away with what happened at the gym?" Tom asked darkly.
Lenny looked at all the boys varying in sizes but all looking ready to harm him.
"I have one good question?" Lenny asked, "if I had decided to bathe with the other boys," he said, "would you still have had the guts to gang up on me?" he asked.
"That's unimportant," Tom spat.
"You wouldn't, admit it," Lenny said.
"So?" Tom snapped at Lenny.
"Just wanted to affirm my assumption that you're a worthless coward," Lenny said simply and Tommy immediately went red and started fuming.
"Don't get mad," another boy with spiky brown hair said simply, "he's just baiting you."
"Well at least you have a brain Stewart," I muttered to Tom's best friend.
"I never really figured you for a faggot Lenny," Stewart told me, "doubted you were straight sometimes," he admitted, "but you and the definition of faggot never truly went together," he said, "and you and it STILL don't go together," he added.
"What am I supposed to be, offended?" Lenny asked rolling his eyes, "I expected better of you Stewart," he said honestly, "Tom's rubbing off on you."
"You just wait faggot!" Tom cried angrily.
"Don't worry Lenny, I've got better," Stewart said and Tom looked at him curiously, "remember Nigel?" he asked, "I know about him and a certain person who've gone to a certain underground club," he said suddenly and Lenny's eyes widened, "and if you don't comply and let us beat you up," he said, "them I'm going to have to tell Nigel's coach and for that other someone I'll just let the whole school here know that he's not straight."
"You can't do that," Lenny said knowing that he was talking about Alexander, "he's done nothing to you," he snarled with clenched fist.
"And I appreciate that," Stewart confessed, "but to get to you I have to put him in a bad position," he said, "the question is, will you allow it to get worse?" he asked.
"You're worse than Tom," Lenny said as he glared at Stewart.
"What did you tell him?" Tom whispered to Stewart.
"You don't need to understand Tom," Stewart responded, "what's it going to be Lenny?" he asked seriously.
Lenny glared at Stewart. He REALLY wanted to kill him.
"Fine," Lenny surrendered, "beat me up," he told them, "I won't fight back."
A boy that looked like a human teenager version of the hulk suddenly punched Lenny in his stomach. He fell as all the wind was knocked out of him, then out of nowhere Tom kicked him in the eye and the onslaught went on.
(Later at 4:30pm at Prison)
"Hey cupcake," Chad heard someone say as he lifted weights.
Chad hated that nickname. This prison had mainly thirty years old and under male lowlifes who committed some form of robbery or physical assault. He was the only one arrested there for rape, and that made some of the prisoners think he was some form of handsome sexual pervert. Hence somehow the prisoners decided to nickname him cupcake. A few called him Rock Cake, especially the ones who heard that he decked a guy twice his size a week ago because he tried to sexually assault Chad when he decided to close up a lonely part of the engineering section alone to give the two other prisoners who were supposed to do it a break because one of them was weak from recovering from chemotherapy. Chad had a few injured ribs but didn't show it to look strong and didn't report it to proper authorities because he NEVER wanted to be seen as a snitch.
"What is it Chokehold?" Chad asked.
"Slasher's going to want blood for kicking his older brother Butch's ass," Chokehold told him.
"Thanks," Chad responded and stopped lifting weights, "where's Slasher?" he asked.
"Right here," a voice said and the other two turned to see nineteen-year old Freddy Jordan a.k.a. Slasher (arrested for robbery and also for mainly slashing the faces of those who tried to catch or attack him, with a ratchet).
"How does it feel that you have a twenty-nine year old older brother who tries to rape teenagers?" Chad asked coldly.
"You're a rapist yourself smart ass," Slasher reminded him.
"I was drunk out of my fucking mind," Chad told Slasher, "what's your brother's excuse, he's super horny when he sees new inmates or something?"
"Why you!" Slasher shouted and dug into his right pants pocket.
Chad got up and walked right up to Slasher.
"Just try and slash me," Chad snarled, "I'll give you a physical transplant you little stick figure," he threatened, "you ever hear of food?"
"I'm like this naturally," Slasher snapped, "just like you naturally sexy enough to be called Cupcake," he added.
"Watch it," Chokehold whispered to Chad, "he might like you like his brother does," he said and they both burst out laughing.
But Chad stopped laughing. He jumped back barely missing Slasher deeply slashing his stomach. A cut on his orange prison uniform was the only sign that he was slashed at. Next second Slasher was struggling as Chokehold grabbed the young adult in a tight chokehold. Soon Slasher started to choke as he clawed at Chokehold's hand unsuccessfully.
"Let him go," a warden said suddenly from across the room.
After a moment of strong eye contact between Chokehold and the warden, Chokehold let go of Slasher who fell to the floor choking and holding his neck as he took in deep gulps of air.
"He's just a dumb punk Chokehold, don't lengthen your sentence for him," the warden told Chokehold who only grunted and glared at the warden then turned to Chad, "I need to talk to your pal Chad though," he added seriously.
Several prisoners who witnessed everything now looked at Chad.
"He in trouble?" Chokehold asked, ready to defend Chad.
"I just need to tell him something," the warden said dismissively, "I'm gonna have a word with Slasher too," he made sure to say, "after he catches his breath and is able to stand up," he added and most of the prisoners looked at Slasher (who was so sitting up the floor with tears welled in his eyes, one hand on his neck that had deep bruise marks now on it from Chokehold's choking and still taking in deep breaths) and laughed.
Chad walked up to the warden who signalled with his hand for Chad to follow him. When they reached an area that was clear of prisoners and 'certain wardens', he turned to Chad.
"You seem to be doing pretty well without Father's protection," the warden observed.
"You mean partial protection," Chad added.
"Well you don't want to be babied,do you," the warden teased.
"Whatever," Chad spat.
"Watch your tone," the warden warned.
"Whatever," Chad muttered.
"Let me tell you something," the warden said and rested a hand on Chad's shoulder, "you may have protection," he told Chad, "but we wardens protect each other first and others second," he said firmly, "and by the way," he said and his hand moved up from Chad's hand to his neck and slowly caressed it as Chad stared from the hand to the warden, "you really earned the name Cupcake, you're a prime piece of man," he said then removed his hand from Chad and walked away.
Chad's own hand went shakily to his neck. He could still feel the touch of the warden. His eyes became angry slit and he pledged to take a seriously rigorous shower later that day.
(Saturday at Noon at School)
Abigail looked up to see Mr. Redford enter the classroom and head to the teacher's desk.
"Good Afternoon Mr. Redford," Abigail said formally and put away the Comic she was reading.
"Good Afternoon Abigail," Mr. Redford responded and sat down.
After five minutes of silence Mr. Redford spoke.
"I just don't understand," Mr. Redford said, "what is it that makes someone lose attraction for the opposite sex?" he wondered, "or more dso, what makes them attracted to the same sex."
"The same thing that makes others attracted to the opposite," Abigail said, "they just are," she said simply.
"I don't think so," Mr. Redford disagreed, "his homosexuality is getting more and more out of control today," he said, "no thanks to those dumb policies that have been imposed to help them," he added.
"Well I'm not exactly going to protest about them," Abigail said dryly.
"Of course not, you're gay," Mr. Redford pointed out.
"Sir, being anti-gay is one thing," Abigail spoke up, "but you take it to another level," she told him.
"I'll take that as a compliment Abigail," Mr. Redford told her.
"Gays are good people," Abigail said, "they deserve rights like everybody else," she declared.
"No they do NOT!" Mr. Redford exploded and jumped to his feet as Abigail recoiled from his rage, "your people are an immoral disgrace!" he shouted, "do you know that they're countries that would legally allow physical harm of your kind?" he demanded, "in fact they're countries smart enough to make this disgraceful act illegal!"
"Well Abby thinks your just being a jerk!" Abby exploded after getting sick of Mr. Redford.
"Well I guess you're just going to have to tolerate me," Mr. Redford told her.
"Vice Versa," Abigail threw back.
"We'll see," Mr. Redford said darkly.
Done
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