CHAPTER 2

JUNE 2013

Recreational time saw Brendan watching the pool games from his place on the walkway above. Skinhead number one...NOBBY...looked up at him and made a face. Skinhead number two...BLOBBY...said something to his mate and was looking at him. Then skinhead number three SLOBBY...was joining in with the evils.

Dave was at his earhole, "Stop it! You are winding them up!", he hissed.

Brendan shot an astounded face at him, "You really THINK I'm scared of that lot?"

"You should be...It's Porker that you should be wary of...he's the mean meat...he's the one who'd..."

"Save it for someone who gives a damn...IF THOSE BUNCH OF IDIOTS COME NEAR ME...I'LL KILL THEM"

"Flaming hell...there's a lot of anger in you man"

And that earned nothing for Dave except for a parting glare as Brendan walked off down the walkway, and then slowly went down the stairs.

Dave leaned on the railing and watched Brendan carefully, he was really eye balling the thug called Porker.

And Porker eye balled him.

As soon as recreational time was over, Brendan was detailed to mopping out the corridors.

FUCKING MOP THIS - FUCKING MOP THAT...

Brendan threw the mop and bucket to one side with a crash and rolled himself up a cigarette to smoke later. It was a bad habit, but it was the only vice he had.

OH THERE THEY WERE...NOBBY...BLOBBY...AND SLOBBY.

They were loitering up at the other end of the corridor near the warder staff toilet. They were talking amongst themselves and grinning over at him.

I BET THEY ARE TAKING THE PISS

Brendan glared back at them. The one he had named NOBBY slunk over, his trainers making dirty great prints on the freshly mopped floor.

"Oi you Irish...give us that smoke"

Brendan pulled a face and looked the other way, "Kiss it"

"You what?"

"You heard"

NOBBY looked back at his two terrible twins, then gave them the nod. The two thugs vanished. NOBBY turned and sneered at him, "Screws on his way...and LOOK at the state of this crappy floor...looks like some ones stepped in some screws shit and smeared it about the place...errrr...oh...that'll be me!"

And then he slunk off laughing. Brendan could smell the shit and gagged, just as that big fat warder Bennett was standing over him with his chains rattling.

That set up earned him a right tongue lashing and loss of priviledges, but he wasn't going to take this down lightly. He knew it was that Porker cunt that had got his lackeys to do his dirty work and now it was time for payback. Just as soon as work period was over, he saw Porker go into the shower block and he followed him in.

Brendan almost immediately had Porker up against the tiled wall, his forearm across his neck.

"IF YOU EVER GET THEM TO SET ME UP AGAIN...I'LL KILL YEAH!"

The guy was dripping wet because he had just turned on the shower.

"OI IRISH! SCREWS!" Warned SLOBBY hurrying into the block.

Brendan let go of Porker's neck, grinned at him and dusted down his shoulders, "nothing to see here", and then he was gone. SLOBBY hurried up to Porker, "You alright? I saw him follow you in and thought there'd be trouble"

Porker towelled himself dry, "He's a fucking nutcase...I wanna know how he ticks...lets see what this guy is all about shall we..."

Brendan was sat in the dinner hall. Dave sat with him for a while, then he was on his own. Brendan did prefer his own company if he was honest.

He stood and got rid of his tray, then he went to his cell.

In Brendan's cell, Porker, Nobby, Blobby and Slobby were going through his things.

Porker scratched his head, looking about the space, "Surely there is something here..."

Nobby pointed to the photos on the pin board, "He's got kids look..."

"I'm not about to threaten his kids am I...there must be something else"

Slobby came forward and grabbed another photo, and glanced back to Porker with a knowing smile, "Now look who we have here..."

When Brendan arrived he saw what was going on. There they were, NOBBY, BLOBBY and SLOBBY...they were all grinning at him. One was leaning on the door frame, one was leaning on the rail and the other was going inside to talk to Porker who was in the cell.

Porker came forward holding up a photo. It was of him and Steven, "thought you was a queer...when I get out, maybe he'll like THIS for company...", laughed the skinhead clutching his hard cock through his sweat pants, "...my little prince"

And Brendan lost it.

Dave heard all the shouts and the cries and the cluttering and clanging of discarded furniture.

He came to the landing and saw Brendan being led off in cuffs by two Prison officers. Porkers was shaking his head, "FUCKING PSYCHO! THEY SHOULD STICK YOU IN WITH PSYCHO PHIL YOU'LL MAKE A FINE FUCKING COUPLE!"

"That's enough Wallace", came an officers voice.

Brendan was slung into a cell of his own for the time being. It was damp and it was drab. There was a stench of piss in the air.

He leaned on the wall and crouched to his knees. He balled his fists. He acted all tough and hard but he wasn't deep down. He hated this. YEARS... YEARS...HE COULDN'T BARE IT!

He looked up to the ceiling toward God, "KEEP HIM SAFE, PLEASE KEEP HIM SAFE..."

But in Isolation no one could hear or care how much you shouted.

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