CHAPTER SIX

AUGUST 2013

"Just knowing that pathetic old paedo bastard will never tarnish anybody else makes me want to get up in the morning and believe me, in this dump it's been a struggle"

Brendan sat in prison the chapel with Father Thomas. He had visited every Sunday for the last 4 weeks. Father Thomas watched Brendan very closely, "Was it this anger in you that forced you to pull the trigger?"

Brendan didn't look at him, he was fumbling with the bible in his grasp, "Yeah that's why I killed him...just knowing the fact that if Cheryl has kids they will be safe from him"

"Yes but to kill him..."

Brendan jumped down his throat, he went to grab the chaplain by the lapels but hesitated because he was trying to constraint his anger, "That monster needed putting out of it's misery, and it has...he can no longer have a hold on me"

Afterward, Brendan made his way back to his cell. Dave came out of his and caught up with him, "Hey mate...they've all been asking where you've been"

Brendan paused in his tracks and cocked his head, "they?"

"the men...they want the things you promised them...that Gregory geezer even broke into the medical unit get his fix because he couldn't wait"

Brendan turned around, "If they have any complaints then they are free to come and speak to me themselves, David"

"Yeah I've told them that..."

"Then why are you bothering me with this...you're getting to be like this little fly buzzing around my head, so you are...don't make me swat you now"

Brendan went into his cell and closed the door. Inside he picked up the letter from the side and crashed onto his bunk. It was from Derry. He unfolded the letter and read it again.

Hey Bren,

I just wanted to let you know that me and Nate got married last week. It was a great day, but I am not going to lie to you, there was a great big Brendan sized hole at the church.

Eileen came and she brought the boys. They are still asking to see you Bren because in the end Eileen had to tell them the truth about what you did.

I so wish you could have been there Bren, all I ever wanted was my big brother to give me away. I hope you can be happy for us, because I know deep deep down you are not happy.

What you've done for me I will never forget, I just hope you one day won't hate me.

I'll be in touch soon for a visit

Love you always Cheryl xx

Brendan shook his head, "I could never hate you Chez", he folded the letter up and put it safely underneath his pillow.

During dinner, Dave came to sit opposite him and looked about the dining hall, " you're gonna have to be careful Brady, the men are starting to look towards Porker again"

Brendan shrugged it off as he are his chicken dinner, "good...that's good"

Dave was in sheer disbelief, "what is that supposed to mean? You're giving power straight back to Porker!"

Brendan chuckled as he scooped up the last of his gravy, "it's his wing, I was only just keeping it warm for him"

"But..."

Brendan stood up and picked up his tray, "No buts David...I'm going back to my cell"

Dave tutted and looked about the dining hall, Porker was going to love this.

Brendan walked up the stairs and crossed the landing towards his cell. Porker was waiting for him, "So...word is you are losing your grip with the men"

"It's that so? Is that what you heard?"

Porker nodded, "Yeah...and I'll tell you something else as well"

Brendan pushed his door open and yawned at him in reaction, but Porker ignored him and pressed on, "The men are gonna want ME in charge again...they want things done and wants their fixes...poor old Chatsworth ended up having to break into the medical suite to raid the medicine cabinet for his latest fix...he got caught and now has been shoved in the hole"

Brendan tilted his head at him and nodded, "Now, that's a good thing...cold turkey could be the best thing for him...he can thank me later", Porker was getting his wild up at him. Now this Irish freak was admiring himself in the mirror and grooming that poxy moustache of his with his fingers.

"You better listen I could do with a bit of muscle about the place...even if you are a queen"

Brendan let that one go.

"So...what I am saying is...that if we work together we can not only run this wing, but have influence on the other wings as well..."

Brendan looked at him and but there was no reaction.

"Are you even taking any of this in? Hey Brenda?"

Brendan snapped his head around at him, "What did you call me?"

Porker was pleased to get his attention at last, "You heard, I called you Brenda, are you deaf or sommit?"

Brendan stared at him, "I thought you did...", he then lunged forward and shoved Porker to the floor. Before he could pick himself up, Brendan was pouching him repeatedly in the face. The attack was relentless. Brendan was like a machine as his fists kept on coming. Porker was losing consciousness. Brendan stopped and stood up and stared down at his handiwork. The fat cunt was out cold.

He held his hands out and saw the blood on his knuckles. And the state of Porker's face. Black eyes and a split lip just scratched the surface after this assault.

Dave then came in and saw the scene. He closed the door quickly, "JESUS!"

Brendan sniffed, "Pork chop wouldn't shut up"

"He's sure shut up now!"

He opened the door on ajar and checked the landing, he closed the door again, "There are no screws about, we are gonna have to liven this one up or there's gonna be hell to pay I can tell you"

Brendan was staring at the wall like he was studying the artex.

"BRADY GET SOME WATER, WE'VE GOTTA CLEAN HIM UP!"

Brendan looked down at Porker like it was for the first time, he scratched his head, "Yeah...yeah..." and he went to the sink.