Who's Crying Now? : Part 5

"guilty."

A waive of silence gripped the courtroom. Kyle was frozen; Matt was stunned.

"mr. Singer, due to your honesty and because this is your first offense, I am sentencing you to 2 years at The Fairview County Correctional Facility." bang! Goes the gavel. They bring Kyle to the patty-wagon and load him inside. He sits shackled to the bench as they drive off. The bench is cold; Kyle looks around and feels like a caged animal. He didn't want to hurt Danny, but Danny would have killed him if he didn't kill Danny. After about 25 minutes, the doors open and they lead him inside the prison. He walks through the barbed wire electrified fences, and into the grey colored building where he will spend the next two years of his life.

They gave him the grey colored jumpsuits he will be wearing and brought him to his cell. As he walked down the cell block hallway, he continued to make eye contact with the other inmates. Too much eye contact, and your a threat. Too little, and your a victim. Just the right amount of eye contact means, "you aren't a threat, but will defend yourself if you have to." they brought him to a cell with one other guy in it. He sat up straight when Kyle walked in. The door closed with a clang. "I'm Jarrett." he said extending his hand. "Kyle." be replied shaking Jarrett's hand. "so uh... What are you in for?" he asked. "Manslaughter."

Kyle replied. "Woah, remind me not to piss you off then!" he laughed. Kyle smiled a little too. "I didn't want to hurt the guy, but if I didn't kill him, he would have killed me." Kyle said. "right on brother." he replied. "what about you?" Kyle asked. "grand larceny."

"damn."

"I don't mean to be rude but, your kinda short. Don't be surprised if people think your an easy target." Jarrett explained. "dude, I am a lieutenant in the marines and I've escaped a Russian Gulag. I'll be fine."

********************

Kyle has been in prison for over a week now and surprisingly, he enjoys it. He doesn't understand why people say that prison is some horrible place in some strange land. It reminded him a lot of the military. You get up at certain times, you take showers with multiple people, you bunk with another person all the time. The only real difference is the food and guards watching you all the time. That really didn't bother Kyle. As log as he keeps to himself and doesn't cause trouble, he will be fine.... Right?

Kyle waited in line as the kitchen staff prepares another tasty treat of slop. He took a bowl that was fairly full and placed it on his tray. "hey faggot!" someone hollers as Kyle walked away from the serving counter. He turns to see some black guy yelling at him. "me?" Kyle said pointing to himself. "you took my bowl." he scoffed. Kyle chuckled a little and headed towards his cellmate, Jarrett. Out of the blue, Kyle gets hit in the back of the head with the steel tray. He stumbled forward and turned around. The guards whistles started to blow and soon, everyone was fighting. "code black! Code black! Cafeteria level 2!" the intercom blared.

The riot squad soon arrived and escorted the innocent bystanders back to their cells. Kyle had a pretty large bruise on the back of his head and knew that he needed to see a doctor. But, as everyone knows, the infirmary at a prison would make any doctor want to vomit, so he toughened it out. As he and Jarrett sat in their open cell, they talked and laughed and became good friends. Kyle started to write a journal:

"November 16th, my first week of prison. Its not that bad here. I am surprised that people say it's some terrible place. I can't complain; the judge gave me two years I a minimum security prison so, I can only be thankful for his leniency. Life is slow though. Not being able to see Matt hurts the most. The first time I can get visitation is tomorrow and I still haven't heard back from Matt. I write him letters all the time so it's not that I don't talk t him. He may be busy with a job or something, but it would be nice to get a letter back from him. I feel terrible; just leaving him like that. I should have just subdued him.

But, I killed him. And I have to suffer the consequences of my actions. My cellmate, Jarrett, has been very welcoming of me, and we have became good friends in our so far short acquaintanceship." Kyle wrote. Kyle put his journal down and put it under his pillow. He looked over at Jarrett. He noticed his brown eyes and his defined jawline. Moving down his body, he noticed Jarrett's slender, slim frame. He couldn't have been older than 22 years old. He had a cute dimple on his cheek and had an amazing six pack and defined pecs. Jarrett was hot; weather Kyle wanted to admit it or not. He was attracted to his cellmate.

A few hours later, they find themselves in the yard with about 55-60 other inmates doing various things like hanging with their own cellmates, their prison gangs, some were lifting weights, others were playing basketball, some were reading. Kyle and Jarrett found a nice, cozy picnic bench over by the electric fence and sat down. "I can't wait to get out of here." Jarrett announced. "you never did tell me how long you'll be in here." Kyle replied. "I'm getting out the same time you are; 2 years. I've already been inside for 3." Jarrett stated. "I've been in here for what, a week?" Kyle joked.

"yep. And surprisingly, I still haven't made oh my bitch yet!" he laughed. Kyle knew that he and Jarrett were too close for that to happen. "you know, when we get out of here, we should go into business for ourselves. If you know what I mean..." Jarrett said in a hushed tone. Kyle laughed; "what, like drugs?" he saw the expression on Jarrett's face become more serious. "oh.... Well, I don't know. What if we get caught?" Kyle inquired. "we won't. Trust me."

"I don't know man. I don't think that life is for me...." Kyle said. "alright. But I'f I do get into drugs, call me for anything you need ok?"

"dude, that's like 2 years away bro." Kyle laughed. "I'm just saying. You aren't just my cellmate Kyle. Your my friend; my brother....." Jarrett trailed off. Kyle didn't know what to say. He has never had a friend like Jarrett in his life. "your a brother to me too Jarrett." Kyle replied. They walked back to their cell and flopped onto their bunks.

*************************

Around 11, Kyle was awakened by the cell door opening. He thought it was pretty weird that the guards are opening peoples cells at 11 at night. 3 men walk in and grab a hold of Kyle. He flops and squirms trying to get free. He notices a Branding iron that said "P.PC." Property of the PCs. They were trying to brand Kyle with their gang! He has heard about this. If someone is branded, they belong to the gang and the gang can do whatever they want to him/her.

They grabbed his head and covered his mouth as they stuck the red hot iron to his neck. He listened as his skin sizzled as the brand was firmly a part of him. Jarrett woke up; they knocked him out just as quickly as he woke up. They ripped the iron away from Kyles neck and left. He watched the cell door close behind them. Kyle grabbed his neck that was still hot with burned flesh.

He got up and turned on the incandescent light that hung above them. He looked in the mirror and saw the insignia. Kyle turned off the light and looked over at Jarrett. He was out cold; and will be until morning. Kyle went back to sleep with his new pain. It started to slightly bleed, but Kyle used his jumpsuit to stop the bleeding. "this means war..." he thought to himself. He isn't going into protective custody like a pussy either. If they come back, he will be ready....