The Prison of Hell

I lit up a cigarette while I walked to the small isolated cell block 15 where my mentor Bob was waiting for me. for the past three months working here he has been helping me out. Now we’re close friends.
“How you holding up Brayer?” I said tiredly
“crappy.” He responded with his head in this hands.
“That’s what happens when you take all of those shots for Christ’s sakes.”
“well at least your looking okay.” He said sitting up revealing his black eye from last night. I chuckled and thought of the story. He mumbled jackass under his breathe which I pretended to not hear.
“Margret has make up if you need some.”
He groaned and mumbled “Of course you would know.” He’s the only one other than my brother that knows that I’m gay. We joke around about it a lot like that.
We walked into the big concert building where Alex and Vic was waiting to by the door to the cells. Bob shuffled with a groan and opened the door for them so they can report up stairs. The morning went by very slow. Usually bob and I will cha about stuff. But were to bloody hung over to say anything so we just waited for the food truck to come. Around 12:25 the truck came with enough food for all the inmates. We started handing out the soup until we heard screaming and yelling coming from the court yard behind our building. I told Bob that I was going to check it out and ran off.
When I got to the yard all the inmates were laying on their bellies with their hand over their heads. Expect for one who was lying lifeless on his back. I felt the alcohol come up my throat at the sight of him but I kept it down. Quickly I ran over to the two guards whom was struggling with who I assume was the killer. It was a short man with a little scorpion tattoo on his neck. He was shaking his head around trying to get out of the guards grip. His head stung towards me which made him stop. He stared into my eyes for what felt like forever until one guard knocked him out with his night stick.
“Way what the hell are you doing standing there with your thumb up your ass. Get over here and take him to his cell.” I walked over to pick up the handsome little man and mumbled angrily “That’s not the only thing I like up my ass.”
I looked at his number tag sewed on his uniform. 4202 was what it said meaning he is in cell block 4 cell 2. On the way there I examined him farther like the tattoos all over his arms. I’ve met a lot of cute guys but he is by far the hottest guy I ever seen. The way he close is eyes peacefully and how he cuddles up in my arms is truly adorable. When we got to his cell I placed him gently on his bed and brushed the hair out of his eyes. I closed and lock his cell taking one last look before I left back to cell block 15.

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