You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

It seems everyone had the same idea of showering after the meal. The small, tiles room was littered with inmates showering, shitting, shaving, and ass-fucking each other raw. I clutched my towel in my right hand, hiding my bar of soap and hair products from commissary underneath it as I waited in line. I really should’ve chopped my hair off before I got here. It only made me look more feminine, which in turn made me a target. It was a hard first few months. I just had to prove to others that I was a person not to be fucked with; a challenge easier said than done. Come on- who finds words on a piece of paper intimidating?

Frank and I slowly inched closer and closer to the front of the line as men finished their business. Most of their chatter didn’t interest me in the slightest. I noticed a short guy with auburn hair chattering with a much taller male about beauty tips. He was much more interested in his facial hair than he was anything else. A second, more buff, inmate flexed his muscles like the narcissistic asshole he’s always been. His eyes slowly darted around the room through the mirror, checking to see if anyone else was looking at him. I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the pale cream-colored wall behind me.

By the time we reached the front of the line, most of the dudes had sooner or later cleared out of the tiny pod. A blond head of hair cleared out of one of the working showers, allowing me to slip inside. I flung the curtain shut, turning the dial as far right as it would go. A sharp cold stream of water burst from the showerhead, making my skin go rigid as I forced myself to relax under the frigid temperature. No hot water. Fucking perfect.

I dropped a tiny spot of shampoo onto my palm as I began to lather the bubbles into my jet-black locks. I feared if I closed my eyes, my mind would just wander back to that awful night. I wiped the dripping substance from my forehead, desperate to keep the acid from my eyes when I realized I had no choice. I ran my fingers through my hair, crushing my eyes together as my mind travelled back to the one memory that captivated my mind every second of every day.

It was hours before a man finally slipped out through the metal doors. The lights from one of the black SUV’s flickered to life as he unlocked the doors. He opened a passenger side door, pulling a bag from the back seat. He pulled out a piece I didn’t recognize before slinging the bag over his shoulder and slamming the door shut. He slithered back through the door, returning not a moment later- bag gone, and another suited gentleman by his side. The two men each got in separate vehicles as the cars sprang to life. My heart races, the fear of getting caught quickly spreading throughout my body as the cars began to back up slightly. My terrified thoughts slowly ebbed away when I realized the cars were driving around the other side of the warehouse, completely avoiding my direction. One car was still left, though- leaving me to believe that their work wasn’t completely finished. With every rational part of my soul screaming in protest, I opened my car door -bag in hand- and exited quietly.

Adrenalin coursed through my veins as I burst through the double doors. Even with only one car in the lot, there were still four other people inside, all hovering Katelynne- something I was not expecting. Swallowing my last bit of fear, I chucked the bag full of cash on the ground at their feet. All attention was diverted to me as the bag landed on the dirt-coated floor.

"Ah, Kellin. How nice of you to join us." Their leader spoke in a monotonous voice.

“Baby no!” Katelynne squealed softly, lying in a fetal position on the ground.

“There. You have your money- now let her go, Fuentes.” I strained my shaky voice, failing hopelessly in my attempt to feign confidence.

“Ah, but it is not that simple, Mr. Quinn. You see- your lover broke my trust. And this isn’t your first time down this road, is it my dear?” He questioned, smiling sweetly down at her.

“How the hell did you find us, anyways?” I recognized the voice as the one that had dragged her away in the first place. He looked at me like a rabid dog would a raw steak.

“Oh come on, even I know how to track a cell phone. Rookie mistake, really. You seriously thought it was a good idea to let her keep it?”

“She said she didn’t have one, and-“

“And you really believed her?” I regretted it as soon as I said it. Why must I be so sarcastic?

“You better shut your fucking mouth kid-“ He was silenced by a wave of his leaders hand.

“But he’s right, Hunter. It was a rookie mistake. I can’t have that- you of all people should know that.”

“It won’t happen again, Sir. I swear!” He said, a bit of nervousness hinted in his voice.

“You’re right. It won’t.” His gaze rested on another member of his ring, who only nodded and flicked a finger, leading ‘Hunter’ outside. Hunter led the way, my sight followed the two as I noticed the man following pull out a gun and attach a silencer to the barrel. I quickly turned back to Katelynne; I was barely able to stomach thinking about what was about to happen outside.

“Look, just let us go. We won’t say anything, we won’t do anything stupid. We just wanna go home.”

“But again, Mr. Quinn. It is just not that simple. I am done with your wife’s petty games. She is a loose end, just like you.”

I was too busy hanging on his words to notice that second man had now re-entered the facility. With a snap of his boss’s fingers, he grabbed Katelynne by her hair, forcing her to her knees. Another man that I didn’t recognize, but seemed to be glued to Fuentes the entire time, finally left the comfort of his leader’s side and grabbed both of my hands- holding me back.

“What are you- Katelynne? Katelynne no!”

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” Her words trembled as they escaped her lips, tears softly streaming down her face as they fell onto the dampened earth. I saw Fuentes take a step back as his henchmen pulled out the same gun and silencer from earlier. He cushioned the barrel against her temple, cocking back the chamber.

“Take care of Copeland. I love-“ A softened ‘pew’ rushed though the warehouse as he loosened his grip on her hair. I started screaming unintelligibly, thrashing relentlessly trying to escape his solid grip as her lifeless body gracefully hit the ground.

“No, baby please! Why... why... why…? F- Katelynne!“ I screeched at the top of my lungs, my years of practice in a struggling band actually helping me, rather than being a burden. I struggled against his grip in a desperate attempt to wrap my body around hers. I just wanted to hold her close and not let go; as if my tears would magically bring her back to life- like a Disney movie. I fell to my knees, unable to support myself any longer. I couldn’t hold back my sobbing, my crisp tears flooding the earth. Her blood pooled in and around her body, bits of pieces of her skull and brain matter tangled in with her hair.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, Mr. Quinn. It’s a shame, really. You seem like a good man.”

“Just kill me… You’ve already two bodies on that gun, what’s one more, right?” I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself before my final demise.

“Well, you see Mr. Quinn- As much as you probably don’t agree; I do have a conscience. And you have done nothing to anger or upset me. Ending your life would just be a waste of a bullet- unnecessary. We do have one slight problem, though. It seems we cannot let you go just yet. We have to make sure you don’t talk to anyone about this unfortunate meeting.” He spoke calmly and collectively- like all of this happened on a daily basis. Knowing him, it probably did.

“I promise I won’t- what do I have to gain if I do?” I muttered; my eyes glued to Katelynne’s limp body sprawled heinously on the ground.

“I can’t depend on a promise, Mr. Quinn. I would much rather place my trust on something much more… permanent.” With a snap of his fingers, the son of a bitch that shot Katelynne was kneeling in front of me. I crushed my eyes together, waiting for death to come knocking. My hands were still bound in an iron-grip as I waited... and waited… and waited…

I opened my eyes slightly as I saw him holding not a gun, but a pair of old, rusty pliers. He dragged of cold metal against my face, stopping abruptly at the corner of my lips.

“Open.” He ordered with such ferocity that I couldn’t help but comply. I closed my eyes once again as I felt the cool, metallic object wrap around my tongue.

“You’re gonna wish you’d just stayed home, Mr. Quinn.”

I was snapped out of my flashback with a rattle of my shower curtain. “Hey, Kellin! It’s been like fifteen minutes. This isn’t a spa- people are waiting. Let’s go!” I recognized Frank’s voice almost immediately. The shower had turned almost ice-cold as I quickly turned the knob off. In the midst of my memories it looks like I’d managed to sub-consciously scrub my hair, so that’s a plus.

I stuck a finger in my mouth like I have many times before, feeling the empty pocket and the rough, sickening edges of where my tongue once rested. You can’t ever take anything for granted.

I snaked my towel around my hair, squeezing the life out of it before I wrapped it around my torso and shot back the damp, grossly discolored curtain. I took a look at myself in the mirror, my black hair still dripping slightly as it hung close to my shoulders; my once sharp blue eyes now looking dull and lifeless.

“She looks just like you, you know.”
“Take care of Copeland.”

Copeland… Oh my baby girl, what I wouldn’t do to say your name again.

Notes

I promised it'd be up today, so here (:
These Kellin chapters are making me lose subscribers... Love you too guys </3
Hunter is Hunter Burgan from AFI, Just saying :P
Not like he's important, just if you were curious

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