Blaze Of Glory
PikaDarkness
Chapter 14
Jail Time.
Jeff's Point Of View
Ever seen those prison movie's or television shows? How people rob a bank, kill someone or be a disgusting paedophile and rapists? I can not believe I'll be in the same building with them all. Its not something I would've thought I would be forced to do for a month.
I'm praying that Emma's doing ok… I cant imagine how she is feeling. It seems funny that I'm worrying about Emma and how she is when I'm being driven to jail.
The bus I was in, was filled with other convicts, some people were standing up probably out of fear of sitting next to a paedophile or murderer and becoming fraternized with them.
I unfortunately had one sitting next to me, I stared out the window avoiding the man's gaze.
"Hey pretty boy…" Holy crap it was a rapist a gay rapist by the look of him… please god help me. I grasped my necklace which was the holy cross as I prayed for help. I flinched as I felt him rub my leg, I was terrified. But I had enough sense not to talk to him or look at him. "What's a good looking thing like you doing at a place like this?"
Hand getting to far, hand getting to far!
"Come on their pretty… you can talk to me…"
I could've hit the man, then I would just gain a rapist enemy and that wasn't a good thing to do before I even reached prison. Eek! Thank god Emma wasn't arrested as well… she'd be experiencing the same thing with the females.
I felt the man run his hands through my hair.
"Nice shade of light brown…" Dear god he was checking me out… why did I look like this? This isn't working in my favour. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. "Gorgeous eyes…" I pulled my face out of his grip.
The bus stopped and suddenly the bus was surrounded by armed guards.
"Alright ladies.." this officer was built and would certainly be able to take anyone down. "You run, we aren't afraid to shoot your asses and kill you… then leave you for the birds. You fight we're going to shoot. So be warned."
Then he yelled at us to get off the bus. The rapist deliberately walked right behind me, there was a few inches between us. I tensed up, someone shoot this fucker! Get him away from me!
We were escorted inside, barbed wire on top of brick walls were efficient to hold us in, and so were the guards pacing around in these shelters suspended over the wall. They too were armed.
"alright listen up these are your cell's" Mine was cell 123 in block forty. I took off.
I entered the cell and was met by my new cellmate who was built like me, tall fairly skinny, little muscle, except he had olive skin.
"Here you're my cellmate aye?" the man jumped down from the top bunk. "The names Joseph."
"Jeff."
Joseph nodded. "How long you in here?"
"Only a month." I said. "But I shouldn't be in here… that guy murdered himself."
"Everyone says their innocent. Oh by the way… stay out of block 39. You're a pretty boy, and that's where most of the rapists are."
"Thanks… how long do you have in here?" I thought I'd ask.
"Another 12 months, I broke into this building this was three months ago. I told them I never meant any harm but they arrested me."
This guy seemed nice, but I know not to let my guard down.
"Then I was just handed 15 months imprisonment. If you murdered someone why only a month?"
"I didn't murder the guy I was fighting him and he stabbed himself… and they didn't believe me or my daughters story and I'm in here awaiting trial which is next month."
"You have a daughter?"
I pulled a picture out of my pocket that I was allowed to keep while my other possessions like my wallet and keys were confiscated. The picture of me and Emma at this wildlife park was taken last year. Joseph smiled at the picture.
"She's a pretty gal, how old is she."
Remembrance hit me hard. "14 in three days… and she'll be visiting me in jail on her birthday. This is brilliant."
Joseph looked at me sadly. "I know how you feel, my eldest, Zoe, had her birthday two months ago turned 10 she and my two other daughters were brought here to see me… its heartbreaking knowing you cant be with them."
I nodded. Then because I was standing near the bars, someone grabbed my hair and pulled me hard onto the bar-doors. Uh oh the rapist was back.
"Hey precious… I'd be careful if I were you… I'm coming for you." I felt him put his face into my hair and breathe in my scent, his hand went to my back rubbing it. I had enough of this jerk. I pulled out and punched the man in the face sending him stumbling to the banister that showed the lower levels of the prison. Joseph laughed and patted my back.
The rapist walked off keeping me in sight, uh oh, what did I just do?
"That's Johnny, been in and out seven times since my arrival. He's dangerous and he'll do anything to make you his bitch."
I was becoming more intimidated by the second, I just want to get out of here so bad. I cant show sensitivity I have to act tougher then I am, I cant do this!
"Hardy!" it was an officer. I looked up. "You have visitors."
My visitors were Delia Ash Brock Misty and to my enormous relief Emma was with them.
Emma immediately hugged me, I hugged back nothing beat this moment right here.
"How are you holding up?" Emma asked, I shivered she too knew that jail was bound to make me crack.
"I'm already being stalked by a rapist. Tried to feel me up before I came down here but I punched him… now I have to watch my back."
Emma looked horrified. "Oh god… this is unreal! These so called policemen put you in here when your not guilty! How are you supposed to survive the month?"
I shrugged, I didn't know. All I know is I needed these visits from Emma if I was going to keep sane then seeing my friends and family would and will be the only thing that's going to pull me through.
"I'll come down everyday." Emma decided.
"Don't come on your birthday… I don't want your fourteenth to be tainted by a prison." I wasn't being bold or anything… I just wanted her to have fun and being in here wasn't going to do it.
"Dad I'm coming down here whether you like it or not. I'll be fourteen for a year and when you get out you can make up for it." Emma was being loyal to me but she should be loyal to herself!
"No Emma, please, please just listen to me." I pleaded, Emma looked at me with defiant sadness. "I don't want you to see me in jail on your birthday."
Emma grasped my hand. "look I can pretend this is a rotting building and your on a business trip or something. Look dad I don't care where you are just as long as I get to see you, that's all that matters to me."
I thought I made a pact not to show weakness, but the tears came anyways.
"Thanks sweetie-" Someone was touching my back I turned around ready to defend myself. I startled Delia.
"I'm sorry!" I immediately apologised, "you scared me." Delia nodded I knew she understood.
"At least you can defend yourself, I don't want to come back tomorrow to find you've been assaulted."
"I wouldn't even tell you guys if I was."
Emma poked my ribs, I giggled. Jail had not affected my sensitiveness. "Yes you will." she wouldn't stop poking me until I agreed that I wouldn't keep anything from them.
"That's the guy…" I whispered as Johnny walked through doing this little dance move except it wasn't in the way he was doing it and coming from a rapist I knew exactly what that meant.
Emma grasped my hand. "That's him?" I nodded, Emma hugged me again. If I said I was lucky to have Emma, then there wasn't a word to describe how lucky I was now. She knew a hug was and still is exactly what I needed. "That guy is scary… keep punching him dad… fend him off for the month."
"Emma there is a little bit more I have to tell you…" I said, she needed to know that I had a trial and I could end up back here for longer.
"Alright time is up!"
"Could we please have a few more minutes?" I asked the guard shook his head suddenly I was pulled into a massive group hug before I was forced to break it as the guard cocked his gun ready to shoot me.
"Bye guys I love you…"
I didn't get to hear the same words from them as I was pushed through the door.
Johnny got up, while I watched he grabbed Emma and tried to kiss her, I ran back in an knocked him out.
"Never! Ever! Touch her!" I shouted as I kicked him around, Emma grabbed me and forced me away regardless of Johnny almost getting her, she knew what happens in jail for fighting. The officer lunged forward and grabbed me and pulled me away, I kicked Johnny again while his back was turned.
In this jail… you were whipped for fighting before being sent to solitary. This whip was made to separate flesh from bone not those whips that were made for bruising and stuff. I screamed so much being unable to defend myself as I was tied to a pole, my shirt had been ripped off and blood was staining my back… wonder what I'll do when Emma visits me and tries to hug me… she wont be able to… I wont be able to hug my own daughter.
Argh! Oh god please make it stop…!
After a long, torturous beating I was thrown in solitary.
Thank goodness for soundproof walls. I cried from the pain of the whipping, for being in here, for being screwed around so much.
I went to sleep that night for my tears.
The next day I was whipped again then was taken back to my cell, almost limp.
Joseph looked over the bunk bed as I was thrown in, falling to the floor.
"Hey man what happened?"
"Kicked Johnny around and was thrown in solitary… why do they whip people?"
"it's a way to make sure your not going to go back to solitary or touch another prisoner… why'd you beat him up?"
I took a few breath's trying to fight the pain. "before Johnny left the visiting room, he grabbed my daughter, Emma, and tried to kiss her so I beat him up badly."
"How many whips did you get?"
"Too many…" I sighed… I couldn't believe this was happening.
Johnny walked past looking severely beaten. His pain might not be as big as mine.
Joseph did the fuck you hand signal Johnny just did this disgusting tongue movement. This man was evil he deserves more then prison.
"Visitors Hardy." the same man who whipped me last night was getting me for visitors. Before I got into the visiting room the man put a hand to my back and I screamed falling to the ground. "You pull something like that again and I'll whip you so much you wont be able to stand from the pain." then he walked over me dragging his foot over my back, I was writhing in pain now. I knew I had to see Emma, tell her what I couldn't yesterday, so I forced myself up.
Emma saw me and waited till I was in arms length before hugging me. I yelled in pain. Emma was confused, I could see that. She looked down at her arms and looked back at me with shock, her arms were covered in my blood.
"What-the-hell?!"
I tried to settle her. "Its nothing- really- don't worry about it"
She didn't settle for it, I cringed with pain as she lifted my shirt she almost fainted from seeing what had been done to me.
"What happened… and don't lie to me dad… I want the truth otherwise this is my last visit!"
"In here solitary isn't your only punishment, you get whipped before being thrown in there." I couldn't control my gasp of agony as she touched the breaking skin around my wounds. "Stop please…that hurts." Emma gently lowered my shirt so it wouldn't hurt.
"There's something I didn't get to tell you Emma…I have a trial next month, I might end up back here."
It pained me to see her look of shock and horror. She shook her head mouthing 'no'.
"There's also a chance that it might be for 12 years."
"No!" Emma cried, I so badly wanted to hug her. "No! You cant be gone for 12 years! I'll be 26 when you get out!" it broke my heart to see her crying.
"There's also a chance I could be set free."
I was shaking from the effort of not crying, my fate had hit a crossroad, be in jail or being set free.
Emma grasped my waist where I wasn't hurt, I put an arm slowly around her shoulder's, Emma rested her head on my chest and I put my head on hers. Everything we've been through all the things we've done has brought us closer together.
"Just as long as your out living your life, then I'm happy regardless of whether I have only a month or 12 years." I muttered, tears slipping through my eyes, I didn't care now about looking weak. "As soon as visiting hour is up I want you to leave straight away."
"Ok…"
We released each other both of our faces were shining with tears. "I'm proud of you Emma."
Emma looked at me weirdly, more tears falling. "Me? Your proud of me? I should be saying that to you… you're the one in prison and holding up against whips and a rapist, its something I'd never thought you'd be able to do." I smiled, it wasn't something I thought I'd be doing, but I guess I'm paying big time for something… I just cant see what.
"I just hope a month is all I get…" I wiped the strengthening flow of tears from my eyes. "Did you move in with Delia?"
Emma shook her head and I looked at her gaping. "I didn't, I moved in with a cop he's nineteen and his name is Mitch." I couldn't accept Emma sleeping in a nineteen year olds home whether he was a cop or not, but I cant do anything about it. If she gets hurt by him I cant kick his ass, I wouldn't be able to anyways because I'd be thrown in here for assault on a police officer.
"O-ok" I managed to say.
"Dad if he hurts me I'm out of there don't worry, and he's promised not to let his hormones get the better of him." Emma assured me, poking my stomach. I smiled, poking her back.
"Times up Hardy."
I pushed Emma gently, "Leave, go now!" Emma nodded and left, I turned around and was face to face with the guard.
"I suggest you watch your back Hardy, I don't like you… and I cant whip you whenever I feel like it. So I suggest you watch yourself." I was scared, I sidestepped the guard trying to get away, damn him, he used pepper spray on me! I screamed grasping my face, falling to the floor.
"Be warned."
Asshole! Mother fucking Asshole! I got up blinking hard I managed to walk a few feet before slamming into the wall. I put my head in my hands wiping my eyes. I looked up and screamed falling back to the floor. Johnny was standing right infront of me a look that showed his evilness, he walked at me and I crawled backwards no-one was here to help me I was alone with this man and that's what he wanted…
I entered my cell wearily, blood cuts and bruises on my face, I barely made it. I suddenly stopped breathing, my asthma! Oh no! I don't have my spray with me!
Joseph walked in he was surprised to see me gasping and choking on the ground. "What's wrong?"
"Asthma….attack!" I gasped, I needed help and I need it now.
"I'll get help!" And Joseph tore out of the room.
Hurry! I fell from my knees to my side trying to breathe, I was getting petrified I could die here! I tried calling out but got no air in my lungs to call out.
Joseph rushed in with a woman who probably came from the infirmary.
"Calm down, just calm down." she said, I looked at her and did as she said and calmed down. My breathing wasn't calming either, I still couldn't breathe! Lady help me! "Are you a heavy asthmatic?" She must mean if I got it bad. I nodded.
She grabbed a talkie and said. "I need some help in cell 123 block 40. Urgent assistance needed!"
Then I was rolled on my back.
Help came rather quick, two other people a man and a woman rushed through the door.
"Asthma attack, he gets them bad… we have to get him to the infirmary." I was hoisted to my feet and supported out still choking and gasping.
The infirmary was kind of like the waiting room of a hospital, I was seated down on a seat before one of them rushed off coming back with an asthma spray, she put it in my mouth and pushed the top 5 times, I was relieved when I was breathing again. The lady rubbed my back and I yelled in pain.
"What?"
"Cuts… whip…" I gasped through clenched teeth, waiting for the pain to subside.
"Come on lets get those bandaged." Again I was helped to my feet. The lady put this ointment stuff on the cuts, I gasped as my back seared with pain, before she wrapped bandages carefully over my cuts.
"How did someone like you end up in this place?" she asked, for the first time I saw her badge. It read Dr Jessie Conway.
"I was protecting my daughter from this stranger we fought a little, he had a knife and killed himself, now I've been blamed for it. Either I have a month or 12 years the court will decide that."
"So you're an innocent person?" Jessie asked, I nodded. "Your one of the few that are framed… your cellmate, Joseph didn't 'break in' he followed a friend in who was intoxicated, his friend got out but he was captured."
I was amazed. "You mean he was captured for trying to help his friend?"
"Yep, you were caught doing a good thing too you protected your daughter from getting hurt. You're a good person, I can see that." I smiled. Getting off the bed I said "I should be getting back."
"Stay out of trouble kay? And take this with you." Jessie tossed the asthma spray to me and I caught it, smiling. I turned around and walked out feeling her eyes on me until I was out of sight.
Emma's birthday I asked to be let out, finding from Jessie that you could be for special occasions. We met in passing alright and she stopped me to ask how I was, don't forget I'm seeing Delia.
I was allowed to be released for the day and I was ecstatic about that. I promised I wouldn't get in any trouble or cause any. With that I met Emma at the prison gates.
She had her back to me I quietly ran up behind her tickling her ribs and shouted "Happy 14th birthday!" Emma shrieked and turned around before leaping into my arms. Wouldn't it be funny if I got someone who looked like Emma?
"Yay! Your out! I never thought they would let you!"
"My pout works wonders doesn't it?" I yelped in shock as she started tickling me. I hadn't laughed like this for ages.
"Oh you didn't use it!"
"Alright! I didn't use it! Stop tickling me!" thank heavens Emma stopped.
"Dad, you know we could go home? You haven't been home since the man killed himself… I don't mind if you want to"
"Emz its your birthday you decide." I didn't want to do anything she didn't want to on her birthday.
"Dad I want to go home"
"Then lets go!"
Emma laughed, dragging me into it.
I was so happy to be home an hour later, then there was a horrible thought that I only had this luxury for another 11 hours. Emma brought me out of my trance by throwing a cushion at me from the lounge.
"Wanna watch TV?"
"Man do I ever? Three days without it I'm dying for it!"
So for three hours we watched endless shows. Emma then said she wanted to go shopping, well it was her birthday and I don't have any money because my wallet was taken off me.
"I don't have any money." I said reluctantly, Emma looked down sadly. "Why don't you show me where your staying?"
Emma instantly brightened grabbing my arm and hauling me to my feet before tearing off dragging me along with her.
He didn't live to far away only a couple of streets. Emma knocked on the door even though she temporarily lived their. I waited a couple of seconds before the door opened.
"You must be Emma's father?" I nodded. "I'm Mitch nice to meet you"
"You seem unfazed at meeting a guy who has to go back to jail in a few hours." I commented. "Seen to many girls bring back convicts?" I hated being a convict! I wanna go back, do it all over… I don't want my life being like this.
"Dad your not a convict, not like the other people in their anyways" Emma said sternly trying to make me see that I wasn't a true convict seeing as I didn't do anything wrong. "Innocent people aren't convicts."
"Try telling that to the asshole who arrested me." I don't know what brought me down but something did, Emma knew too that I wasn't bringing myself down.
"Dad! Stop acting this way! Your out for a day, forget about prison and have fun, you'll be kicking yourself if you don't."
"She's right Mr Hardy, you will be." Mitch pitched in. I caved and stopped voicing my problems, besides I won't be kicking myself I can get that faggot Johnny to do it for me.
"Alright…" I spent another 3 hours in Mitch's home. Suddenly I became fatigued. I could barely stay awake.
I wanted to fall asleep in my own bed for the remaining hours I was out, Emma and Mitch came back and I went upstairs to bed after making them promise to wake me up half an hour before I had to be back, Mitch said he would call the prison to tell them where I was, I smiled at that.
It was a relief to get into my bed I never fully appreciated how comfortable it was. There was a knock on my door. "Come in…" I sighed, Emma walked through.
"Sorry." She said when she noticed how close to sleep I was. "I thought I'd say bye."
"I don't leave for another 5 hours." I pointed out.
Emma shrugged. "Just in case I don't get to say goodbye to you later, I want to make sure I get to."
Tears fell from my eyes before sobs joined. I couldn't take it anymore. Emma was shocked at what she had done even though I held back from crying for so long.
Emma pulled me into a hug I cried my heart out on Emma's shoulder it all flowed out. Jail being threatened by the guard being tailed by a rapist the pain being hurt in my first three days had finally overpowered me.
"Sorry dad."
"No… I needed to cry" I whimpered. Emma rubbed my back soothingly as I let it all out.
When my crying was up I separated myself from Emma to wipe my sticky cheeks and regain myself.
"I feel much better now…" I commented with a small chuckle. I sniffed loudly.
"Dad… you do know your going to see me everyday right?"
I smiled. "You don't have to come everyday Emma."
"I want to… you need me and I need you." I hugged Emma again.
"When I get out, I'm going to do anything you want to alright?"
"Uh uh" Emma shook her head. "We're going to be doing everything you want to do."
I smiled again.
"Go to sleep dad."
"I don't wanna anymore…" I gave myself away with the tired voice and the biggest yawn ever.
"Mmmm yeah right," Emma kissed my forehead then pushed onto my pillows and I was immediately asleep.
***
It was time for me to head back off to prison… Mitch had called like he said and I was being escorted back in a van. I shared a prolonged hug with Emma who couldn't accompany me back.
"I love you" I whispered to Emma.
She tickled my stomach, probably wanting to hear me laugh. "I love you too and my birthday was great. Just because you were there." I kissed her forehead then reluctantly got into the van waving at her as I was pulled from her by the cursed wheels of this van. I felt like something was missing, I had the best time today and now I was going back to hell, I felt like I was being pulled from heaven to hell, back to heaven then I was going to hell again. I'm becoming disorientated now.
I looked with distaste as the prison rolled into view. To think I was at my house today when it felt like a year ago. The memories of today were special, and because of the darkening sky it made them seem more special somehow.
When I was back in the gates I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked into the prison with the guys from the van following me making sure I got in.
like I was going to freaking going to run when the place was surrounded by people with machine guns! I'd have to be stupid.
Walking in everyone was out of their cells walking to get dinner (it looked like someone vomited and called it a meal) I was repeatedly shoved by most of them. I wished I was back home with Emma again. I never realised how good home can be and how easy I had it, compared to now I'd love a time machine to forever stay in my past. That teenage daredevil I used to be, never would've thought he could be thrown in jail one day.
Getting into my cell I forgot about dinner as I crashed onto my bed Joseph was asleep as well, he never really ate dinner, only breakfast and lunch. I had quietly shut the cell bars and made sure it wouldn't open. I didn't want to wake up with Johnny lying right next to me or on top. I did this every night just in case.
Falling asleep I dreamt about being free to do whatever I wanted.
***
Only a week left before the trial to prove my innocence. I was looking forward to getting out of here. And there was no way in hell I was going to come back here for 12 years.
I was still being pushed around and avoiding Johnny. One time last week I was caught off guard walking to my cell and if I didn't fight to get out of his cell I would've been sexually assaulted.
Emma's visits kept me sane. I needed to see someone I cared about. I couldn't imagine if I didn't get visits from her, she's been so supportive and I don't think I can say thank you enough.
Delia dropped by whenever she could, she had responsibilities and I understood.
I am so hung up on getting out of here that inmates calling me;
"Pretty boy.." or "Johnny's bitch" or saying things I don't want to repeat coz
its disgusting could bring me down.
Joseph was understanding, I was a single parent while he was married and had the wife to take care of his kids, he knew I needed to get back to taking care of Emma. Since he learned how Andrea died he could see why I was overprotective of her sometimes in bad situations, without her I have nothing.
Joseph was a nice guy not at all like the jerks in here.
I was surprised to have a late night visitor, they allowed someone in at this time of night.
I walked into the room and found no-one. I was lured out. Johnny walked out from behind the door.
I backed up realising I was getting further away from my only escape.
"Well well pretty boy…" Johnny said, advancing on me, two other people came out. I had no chance now. "Aww look at him! He's so cute when he's scared…"
I wasn't scared I was petrified. Please someone just happen to come in! the two goons dived at me. I managed to punch one in the stomach and fight off the other. I kicked one in the head knocking him out before I did the roundhouse kick to the other.
Johnny was surprised, for a minute before I drop kicked him in the face knocking him out as well. If only there was alcohol then I'd pour it on them so no one could believe their story when they woke up. I was in shitloads of trouble now as I turned to see the guard that threatened me two weeks ago standing at the doorway, for a split second I felt like five years old being caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
I was whipped again and sent to solitary. This time I couldn't sleep because of the pain.
I went straight to the infirmary after the morning beating. Dr Conway put that nasty stuff on my back which does heal it up quickly. When Emma arrived to see me I was ecstatic, seeing Emma everyday didn't bore me it gave me something to look forward to everyday.
She was outraged when I was beaten for defending myself and couldn't wait for me to get out of here.
"Why do they treat you so bad?" Emma asked angrily, I felt her pain in fact I still think I felt my own.
"Who the inmates or the guard?" I asked inquisitively.
"The guard, stuff the inmates their supposed to hate everyone."
"I reckon the guard thinks he's inferior to everyone else because he has freedom and we don't, and he probably thinks he's supreme because he orders around a bunch of criminals-"
"Your not a criminal" Emma interjected sharply.
"Being in here makes you feel like one" I pointed out. "Even if I did nothing wrong this place makes you feel unwanted like you are a criminal"
"Your not unwanted. Me, Delia, Ash, Brock and Misty still want ya back!" I smiled, for the first time I did feel loved.
I shared a hug with Emma when my time was up and once again I had to push her to get her out the door.
***
Finally it was my last day, I'll never forget the impact this place had on me, and none of the impact was good. I might still be the good, happy-go-lucky person after this but apart of me feels ripped apart.
The last few hours flew to my enormous relief, but tomorrow I'll be sitting in a courtroom pleading for my life back.
Delia Emma Ash Brock and Misty were waiting for me at the gates I was swamped in a group hug. For now I was free something I had been wishing for a month. Now I had it I felt like I was flo- no I wasn't floating anymore, the saying goes "what goes up has got to fall" and I fell, I wasn't going to float like I had before for fear of it all crashing down on me again. Prison stored a lot of fear in me. But with everyone here right by my side I know my fears are illegitimate.
Emma's hand grasped mine. I pulled back my hand and hugged her, she had done a lot for me in the past month, I wanted to show her that.
I think she got it because she whispered. "Your welcome."
Delia came to my house, oh god it was great to be home. I crashed on the lounge and closed my eyes in alleviation.
Suddenly I yelped as someone threw a pillow at my face. Emma was the culprit. "Get up we want to sit down too!"
"Grr!" I growled jokingly Emma chuckled. I got up and immediately Delia and Ash sat down, it was a three seater so Emma and Brock settled on the arms of the lounge. I grappled Emma for the pillow chucking incident. She shrieked with surprise trying to fight out.
"Delia help me!" Emma cried, out of the corner of my eye I saw Delia give a cheeky grin. I let go of Emma with a cry of shock, Delia was tickling me, Emma joined in and so did everyone else. I pleaded for mercy which didn't get me anywhere, I feigned asthma and they stopped.
"Ha! I was joking!" I shouted as I jumped up and tore away. Everyone made chase right there I felt a million bucks. (I only wish I had a million bucks).
After a hearty dinner, fettuccini and chicken … I craved proper food then that bucket of vomit looking shit back at the prison.
I went to bed that night thinking of the trial the next morning.
To Be Continued…
How did you like that chapter? Jeff being thrown in prison? If you wonder how I know about what prison is like… I have a parent in prison so I asked her how it is. If you liked it in Jeff's point of view then I share it, I loved writing in Jeff's point of view because he is so sensitive and has a different perspective on life (Just like me). Next chapter is the trial and prepare for lots of suspense! I cant believe I'm going to do chapter 15! Its amazing!
Anyways I have to write it if you want it!
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