All That's Left Of Yesterday
Do you know what they do to guys like us in prison?
Frank's P.O.V.
I can't stand it here! No one has said anything nice to me since I arrived and the other prisoners treat me like shit and the guards treat me like scum. And on the first day here I found myself forced into a corner and forced to suck the jail's hard ass, Michael Pedicone's dick. The passing days have been much the same and already everyone knows me as Pedicone's whore.
Today's no exception.
I start walking back to my cell after lunch, if you can call that shit 'lunch'. Most the inmates head to the courtyard but I'm not really up for 'socialising' today. I'm nearly at my cell when I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders and I'm spun around and find myself face-to-face with Pedicone, who pushes me into my cell and throws me to the floor. I crawl into the corner as he pulls down his pants.
"Come on," he says as he walks towards me. "You know what to do. Suck." I don't get a chance to object before his dick is shoved into my mouth. I hold back the urge to gag but I can't help it as his erection repeatedly hits the back of my throat. I try to tell him to stop but it just comes out as a mumble.
"Shut up and take it bitch," he tells me, thrusting faster. I feel tears leaking down my face before I have time to stop them. It feels like hours before he finally climaxes, spilling his seed into my mouth. I go to spit it out but he stops me, pushing me back against the wall.
"I don't think so," he commands. "Swallow." I do as I'm told, shivering as I the warm liquid runs down my throat
"Good boy," he says, patting my head before throwing me against my bed. "I'll see you tomorrow," he tells me before walking off. I lie on my bed not moving, my tears flowing freely now. I don't belong with these people. I'm not like them.
"Frank Iero?" I look up to see where the voice came from. Two guards stand at the entrance to my cell. I stand up and wipe the tears away, looking at them. "You have a visitor," they tell me and I can't stop myself from sighing. Who is it this time? Mum, come to cry over me again? Or maybe dad, here to give me another lecture? I roll my eyes and follow the guards, keeping my head down.
"Over there," they say, pointing to a window. I look up and my heart skips a beat.
I actually can't believe my eyes. It's Mikey! He actually came to visit! I can't believe he wants to see me. I practically run over the chair and grab the phone.
"Mikey!" I practically yell but I instantly wish I hadn't because Mikey seems to freeze up, his mouth hanging open like he's lost the ability to speak. A hand comes to rest on his shoulder and he relaxes, looking up at its owner. I follow his gaze and find myself staring up at Gerard, who glares at me, a look that could kill. I can’t look at him, I don't want to. It's HIS fault I'm in here.
I look back at Mikey, his eyes meet mine and he bites his bottom lip. "Hey Frankie," he practically whispers into the phone and my heart leaps at the sound of his voice saying my name. I've missed his voice so much.
"Hey," I whisper back and a tear rolls down his face. Oh dear.
"Mikey, don't cry. Please. What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't be here. I don't even know why I'm here." I stay silent and wait for him to continue, not wanting to pressure him or scare him off.
"I just wanted to see you I suppose." I can't stop myself from smiling. He's missed me! Despite everything, he still cares about me.
"Why did you do it Frank?"
I look down, searching for an explanation but I can't find one so instead I just glance up at Gerard. Mikey looks up at him too, a questioning look on his face before turning his attention back to me. "I don't understand you, Frank. I don't know what your problem is but you can't go around shooting people!" His voice is getting angry now, tears flow fast from his eyes and it scares me.
"I mean, what's up with you, Frank? You fuck me then you shoot me? What the..." His voice trails off and his eyes widen. I don't know what's wrong until he stares up at Gerard whose eyes are also wide.
His mouth moves and although I can't hear what he's saying, I can still make out the words 'you fucked him?' as they leave his mouth. He didn't know about the 'arrangement' me and Mikey had whilst he was living with me! He didn't know I slept with his brother. Well that's too fucking bad!
"You're such an ass, Frank." I jump as Mikey's words pull me out of my thoughts. I don't want him to be mad at me, I love him!
"I love you, Mikey!" I press my free hand to the window and look deep into his eyes.
"Well I don't," is all he says before standing up and running off, tears flooding his face. I stare after him, unmoving, my tears matching his as they roll down my cheeks.
I can't stand it here! No one has said anything nice to me since I arrived and the other prisoners treat me like shit and the guards treat me like scum. And on the first day here I found myself forced into a corner and forced to suck the jail's hard ass, Michael Pedicone's dick. The passing days have been much the same and already everyone knows me as Pedicone's whore.
Today's no exception.
I start walking back to my cell after lunch, if you can call that shit 'lunch'. Most the inmates head to the courtyard but I'm not really up for 'socialising' today. I'm nearly at my cell when I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders and I'm spun around and find myself face-to-face with Pedicone, who pushes me into my cell and throws me to the floor. I crawl into the corner as he pulls down his pants.
"Come on," he says as he walks towards me. "You know what to do. Suck." I don't get a chance to object before his dick is shoved into my mouth. I hold back the urge to gag but I can't help it as his erection repeatedly hits the back of my throat. I try to tell him to stop but it just comes out as a mumble.
"Shut up and take it bitch," he tells me, thrusting faster. I feel tears leaking down my face before I have time to stop them. It feels like hours before he finally climaxes, spilling his seed into my mouth. I go to spit it out but he stops me, pushing me back against the wall.
"I don't think so," he commands. "Swallow." I do as I'm told, shivering as I the warm liquid runs down my throat
"Good boy," he says, patting my head before throwing me against my bed. "I'll see you tomorrow," he tells me before walking off. I lie on my bed not moving, my tears flowing freely now. I don't belong with these people. I'm not like them.
"Frank Iero?" I look up to see where the voice came from. Two guards stand at the entrance to my cell. I stand up and wipe the tears away, looking at them. "You have a visitor," they tell me and I can't stop myself from sighing. Who is it this time? Mum, come to cry over me again? Or maybe dad, here to give me another lecture? I roll my eyes and follow the guards, keeping my head down.
"Over there," they say, pointing to a window. I look up and my heart skips a beat.
I actually can't believe my eyes. It's Mikey! He actually came to visit! I can't believe he wants to see me. I practically run over the chair and grab the phone.
"Mikey!" I practically yell but I instantly wish I hadn't because Mikey seems to freeze up, his mouth hanging open like he's lost the ability to speak. A hand comes to rest on his shoulder and he relaxes, looking up at its owner. I follow his gaze and find myself staring up at Gerard, who glares at me, a look that could kill. I can’t look at him, I don't want to. It's HIS fault I'm in here.
I look back at Mikey, his eyes meet mine and he bites his bottom lip. "Hey Frankie," he practically whispers into the phone and my heart leaps at the sound of his voice saying my name. I've missed his voice so much.
"Hey," I whisper back and a tear rolls down his face. Oh dear.
"Mikey, don't cry. Please. What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't be here. I don't even know why I'm here." I stay silent and wait for him to continue, not wanting to pressure him or scare him off.
"I just wanted to see you I suppose." I can't stop myself from smiling. He's missed me! Despite everything, he still cares about me.
"Why did you do it Frank?"
I look down, searching for an explanation but I can't find one so instead I just glance up at Gerard. Mikey looks up at him too, a questioning look on his face before turning his attention back to me. "I don't understand you, Frank. I don't know what your problem is but you can't go around shooting people!" His voice is getting angry now, tears flow fast from his eyes and it scares me.
"I mean, what's up with you, Frank? You fuck me then you shoot me? What the..." His voice trails off and his eyes widen. I don't know what's wrong until he stares up at Gerard whose eyes are also wide.
His mouth moves and although I can't hear what he's saying, I can still make out the words 'you fucked him?' as they leave his mouth. He didn't know about the 'arrangement' me and Mikey had whilst he was living with me! He didn't know I slept with his brother. Well that's too fucking bad!
"You're such an ass, Frank." I jump as Mikey's words pull me out of my thoughts. I don't want him to be mad at me, I love him!
"I love you, Mikey!" I press my free hand to the window and look deep into his eyes.
"Well I don't," is all he says before standing up and running off, tears flooding his face. I stare after him, unmoving, my tears matching his as they roll down my cheeks.
11/1/13