You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Frank POV

I spent the next few days sitting in bed doing absolutely nothing. Well, I shouldn’t say nothing- but nothing important anyways. Eating, sleeping, and resisting the urge to whack off in the middle of the night to your attractive cellmate isn’t exactly important in my books. The only thing I’ve really tried to do was dig up information on why Mikey had come back so… fucked up. I mean I know solitary can fuck with your mind, but damn- this kid’s got it bad.

I’ve tried talking to him; we both have, but we’ve never gotten any sort of response from him. He’s taken up talking to himself a lot- having half-assed conversations with what seems to be the wall in the dead of night. I just stay quiet and mind my own business. He continues to bring up this one name, Pete- I can only guess Pete is some imaginary friend of his, like the one’s I had when I was five. A figment of his imagination to deal with the loneliness, the feeling of abandonment.

It seems like Gerard’s just given up on him, though. Gee’s tried to talk to him, figure out what happened while he was in there. But Mikey just refused to talk. Even with Gerard apologizing profusely, although I doubt he really means it- he refused to utter a sound.

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Mikey snored away, face down on the mess hall table as I shoveled another spoonful of oatmeal down my throat and continued my conversation with Gerard. I looked up quickly, spotting Kellin impatiently tapping his foot in line. It looked like Bob was arguing with a CO in the back, but hell if I knew.

“I just think you should give her a chance.” I said, focusing more on the task at hand. Gerard clutched the letter in his hand even tighter. He wanted nothing more than to rip it to shreds, but for some reason he couldn’t let go of it. I don’t know why though, if my ex girl- Er, boyfriend had abandoned me after I’d gotten arrested, and then fell off the face of the earth for over eight months, I wouldn’t have even read it. Fuck them.

“But why? She’s the reason I’m in here, what could she possibly say that would make me think any more of her? What the hell is so important that she’s gotta write ‘I pray for both of our futures that you agree to see me.’? ” Gerard retorted irritably.

“What? You afraid she’s gonna profess her love you? ‘Oh, please Gee- baby! Just give me one more chance, I loooo-‘

“Oh suck my dick, Nicholas Sparks.”

“Gerard! We have a minor at the table!” I mocked, flashing him a wink as he rolled his eyes.

Kellin joined in with the eye rolling as he quickly scribbled down his contribution to the conversation.

Jfc my new cellmate wont leave me alone. Fucking prick thinks just ‘cuz we’re roomed together we have to be glued to the hip at all times.

“Since when did you get a new cellmate?” I questioned curiously.

Since last week, where have you been? I’ve been complaining all week.

“Oh, whatever-“

“The fuck you mean you’re taking my kitchen!?” I flinched slightly at Bob’s temper-tantrum, his harsh shouting attracting more than enough attention to satisfy his ego.

Bob’s eyes flared wildly, frantically searching for someone. We all watched as his eyes finally fixated on me.

I peered closer- not me. Mikey.

He shoved the small guard hard to the floor as he whipped himself around the lunch counter, speed walking his way towards our table. He pushed yet another CO out of the way and grabbed Mikey by his jumpsuit, pinning him to the floor. Mikey turned his left cheek towards the floor- grimacing, waiting for the pain. We all just sat there in shock, every one of us waiting for someone else to help. Every sound started to blur together- and the only thing I could make out was Mikey’s tears slapping the concrete.

“You think you can just fuck me over like that?” He lifted Mikey slightly off the ground, just the thrust him head first onto the concrete again.
“What, my food wasn’t GOOD enough for your scrawny ass? They should’ve kept your ungrateful ass alone for eternity, you stupid fucking-“

It took three guards to pull Bob off of Mikey, Ray among them. All I could do was watch as someone finally shoved a taser up Bob’s ass and cuffed him, shoving him back towards the empty corridors. Gerard finally snapped out of the Bystander Syndrome that had enveloped us all and rushed over to his younger brother, trying to help him to his feet. Mikey quickly clung to him like a lost child.

“Make it stop, Pete. Just make it go away…” He sobbed, quivering in his brother’s arms.

“Michael, pull yourself together. Remember what we talk about? Come on-“ He tried to coax him into relaxation but Mikey wouldn’t budge. I saw Kellin walk back up with Officer Parker, unaware of his absence in the first place.

“Parker, what the fuck is his deal?” I looked up at her, my gaze piercing through her own.

“Frank, I’ve already told you I can’t-“

“Jesus, just look at the kid! Help me help him. Tell me what happened.” I pleases, fake pity swelling my eyes as I waited for an answer.

I’d heard this bullshit before. We can’t disclose medical information of one inmate to another’s- privacy laws forbid it. Privacy law’s my ass, we get stripped of every single basic human right in here- what’s stopping them from doing the same with privacy? They strip us of bathroom stall doors and curtains but can’t tell us what’s wrong with our roommate? Bullshit.

She let out a heavy sigh, looking around nervously. I looked around with her, finally realizing how the Ray and the other CO’s had started rounding up and cuffing the other inmates, leading them roughly back to their cells. Procedure.

“Follow me.” She stated emotionlessly, swiftly cuffing me up and leading me back with the herd. Gerard picked Mikey up bridal-style, following our lead. Mikey still clung to Gerard as Parker’s gaze met Toro’s, a look exchanged between the two, a silent conversation I couldn’t decrypt.

It didn’t take long before we got back to cell block A. The whole place was up in arms, people yelling about how they weren’t able to finish their meal “I’m hungry, I’m thirsty.” Wah wah fucking wah.

She finally began her explanation as she flipped through her ring of keys. It almost looked like she had purposely forgotten which one was ours as she tried to fit each and every one into the keyhole at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“They were only supposed to keep him in solitary for two days, since we really had no proof it was him.” She hesitated before continuing. “Long story short- two days turned into eight, and when someone finally realized the mistake… He was already too far gone.” I glanced back at Mikey, who was still trembling in Gerard’s arms.

“Eight days- but he’s been gone for over two weeks.” I whispered, confused.

“We had him in the infirmary, check to see if he would recover but-“ She paused again, looking at Mikey like he was her own son. “We’re thinking of moving him to Saint Andrews.”

“The fucking mental hospital? No way- no fucking way.” This time, it was Gerard that had spoken up. “He gets labeled as some sort of whack job, he’s never getting out. My lawyers in the process of an appeal for him- he’ll be getting out soon. He just needs to hang on a little bit longer, then he can get professional help- as a free man, er. Kid. You just need to hang in there, Mikes…” Gerard tried to loosen himself from Mikey and place him upright but to no avail. He clung on to Gerard like gum in hair.

“Gerard, that’s not up to you-“

“The hell it isn’t!” Mikey cringed at Gerard’s sudden outburst. Parker sighed softly and took Mikey’s hand, carefully unwrapping him from Gerard. Mikey looked up at her trustfully as she led him to his feet.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going with him?”

“Back to the infirmary- standard procedure. Or would you rather him stay with you in the cell, a prisoner of his own mind?” Parker took out a pair of cuffs and slowly wrapped them around his tiny wrists, talking him through the entire process like a clueless five year old while Gerard just stood there, fuming but speechless. Mikey didn’t seem to mind, though. I ran my hand through my greasy hair, my heart still racing from previous events.

Once Mikey was all cuffed up, Parker quickly picked out a key from the ring she had already tried and opened our cell door no problem, escorting us inside. In an instant, our cuffs were off- and they were gone. Both Gerard and I slammed against the cell door, squinting to get one last look at the two. I slammed my fist against metal bars before sliding straight to the floor, my back against the cold uncomfortable bars.

“Well well well, you’ve certainly found yourself an interesting group of friends, Frank.” I recognized the all-too-familiar voice behind me, even if I hadn’t heard it in over a year. I reluctantly turned around, the innocent yet deep voice baiting me. Sure enough, a familiar face was being led down the hall, cuffs and all. Ray was at his back, lurching him forward as the former stopped.

“Lincoln?” I squinted me eyes, praying for his sake they were betraying me.

“Who else would it be?” His shaggy black hair complimented his tall frame, but I noticed the orange colors did his looks no justice.

“Who the hell is that?” Gerard whispered, nudging me softly as I stood back up, making my way towards my bunk.

“No one.” I shot down any sliver of hope Gerard had in getting more information. “Now, I’m taking a nap. Goodnight.”

“But it’s not even nine-“

My head hit the pillow and I was out like a light.

Notes

So, I figured it was time for an update. Homecoming is in two weeks and I'm going with my female crush. Still don't know if she likes me back, it can go either way. My best friend told her that I like her though. More on that story soon.
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