“We have a nice pot going and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger.” As he started to close the door he stopped and sighed. “I will ask around about Marcus, but I think he’s trying to bait you.”
“God, I hate that guy,” Andrew said to the ground.
“He’s been around a long time. But don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye and ear out for you. After all, I do need to look out for my investment, don’t I, Harrison?”
Andrew frowned again before the cell door closed and blocked out all the light. He took a seat against the cold wall and closed his eyes in the darkness. The silence was peaceful and calm. They didn’t tell him how long he would be in solitary, but he hoped it was a few days. At least then he wouldn’t have to worry about Marcus and his friends. It would be a bit of a reprieve from fighting.
~*~
Andrew walked through the crowded room carrying his tray. It seemed that everyone was watching him. There was a heaviness in the room that was palpable. He took a deep breath and steadied himself as he walked past Marcus’ table. Marcus and the others continued to eat but didn’t say anything. Andrew wanted to whip his head around to see if he had past the wrong table, if he had mistook the man sitting in Marcus’ spot as Marcus, but he didn’t. He swallowed thickly and held his head a bit higher.
“Did that just happen?” he asked himself softly as he took a seat.
It had been nearly six months since his last stint in solitary confinement. He had been there for a week and once he was released, Reeves had gotten him a message that he wasn’t aware of Marcus issuing any kind of protection over him. That had been a relief. Marcus and his friends had continued to pursue him but there wasn’t the zealousness that had been there before. Perhaps Marcus had finally realized that as much as he wanted to have sex with Andrew, it wasn’t worth it.
“I guess Reeves was right,” he mumbled with a smile and for the first time since his incarceration began nearly two years ago, he actually ate.
When mealtime was done and they were required to go in the yard, Andrew was on edge. He started to worry that the incident during lunch was a fluke, a set up even, to get Andrew to let his guard down. He passed the men playing basketball and the ones conversing on the benches. He found a spot away from everyone, but still under the watchful eye of the guards. There was one guard in particular that he wanted to make sure could see him. He leaned against the fence, his body ready for whatever might happen.
Guard Reeves stood across the yard in a position where he could see what was happening to Andrew, but also see if Marcus decided to make a move or not. He couldn’t actually interfere unless something happened, but he would be the first one there if needed. It turned out it wasn’t needed. Marcus ignored Andrew all together.
“I think I just won!” Reeves said happily.
The rest of the day and evening went well for Andrew. Marcus barely seemed to register his presence which shocked Andrew. He wasn’t going to complain. He was happy that things were finally looking up for him. By lights out, he slept, better than he had before.
The following morning was like any other day. If it was one thing he had learned was that prison was made up of routines. In a way, it was easier that way. He didn’t have to think about where he would eat or sleep or how he would get money to pay for his habit. He went where he was told, avoided people and the rest of the time was in his cell. Except, today was slightly different. When he walked back to his cell, he noticed that there was something on his bed. He carefully approached it, touching the items lying there.
“What the hell?” he mumbled.
“I noticed you seemed to, I don’t know what to call it, doodle I guess is the right word, so I thought you would like those.”
Andrew turned to see Guard Reeves blocking the entrance to his cell. He was truly an imposing
“God, I hate that guy,” Andrew said to the ground.
“He’s been around a long time. But don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye and ear out for you. After all, I do need to look out for my investment, don’t I, Harrison?”
Andrew frowned again before the cell door closed and blocked out all the light. He took a seat against the cold wall and closed his eyes in the darkness. The silence was peaceful and calm. They didn’t tell him how long he would be in solitary, but he hoped it was a few days. At least then he wouldn’t have to worry about Marcus and his friends. It would be a bit of a reprieve from fighting.
~*~
Andrew walked through the crowded room carrying his tray. It seemed that everyone was watching him. There was a heaviness in the room that was palpable. He took a deep breath and steadied himself as he walked past Marcus’ table. Marcus and the others continued to eat but didn’t say anything. Andrew wanted to whip his head around to see if he had past the wrong table, if he had mistook the man sitting in Marcus’ spot as Marcus, but he didn’t. He swallowed thickly and held his head a bit higher.
“Did that just happen?” he asked himself softly as he took a seat.
It had been nearly six months since his last stint in solitary confinement. He had been there for a week and once he was released, Reeves had gotten him a message that he wasn’t aware of Marcus issuing any kind of protection over him. That had been a relief. Marcus and his friends had continued to pursue him but there wasn’t the zealousness that had been there before. Perhaps Marcus had finally realized that as much as he wanted to have sex with Andrew, it wasn’t worth it.
“I guess Reeves was right,” he mumbled with a smile and for the first time since his incarceration began nearly two years ago, he actually ate.
When mealtime was done and they were required to go in the yard, Andrew was on edge. He started to worry that the incident during lunch was a fluke, a set up even, to get Andrew to let his guard down. He passed the men playing basketball and the ones conversing on the benches. He found a spot away from everyone, but still under the watchful eye of the guards. There was one guard in particular that he wanted to make sure could see him. He leaned against the fence, his body ready for whatever might happen.
Guard Reeves stood across the yard in a position where he could see what was happening to Andrew, but also see if Marcus decided to make a move or not. He couldn’t actually interfere unless something happened, but he would be the first one there if needed. It turned out it wasn’t needed. Marcus ignored Andrew all together.
“I think I just won!” Reeves said happily.
The rest of the day and evening went well for Andrew. Marcus barely seemed to register his presence which shocked Andrew. He wasn’t going to complain. He was happy that things were finally looking up for him. By lights out, he slept, better than he had before.
The following morning was like any other day. If it was one thing he had learned was that prison was made up of routines. In a way, it was easier that way. He didn’t have to think about where he would eat or sleep or how he would get money to pay for his habit. He went where he was told, avoided people and the rest of the time was in his cell. Except, today was slightly different. When he walked back to his cell, he noticed that there was something on his bed. He carefully approached it, touching the items lying there.
“What the hell?” he mumbled.
“I noticed you seemed to, I don’t know what to call it, doodle I guess is the right word, so I thought you would like those.”
Andrew turned to see Guard Reeves blocking the entrance to his cell. He was truly an imposing
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