Tell Me I'm A Bad, Bad Man

"Shh, Frankie, don't want mommy to hear do we?" His voice is a throaty whisper, the stench of alcohol smothering me. It hurts, god, it hurts. Mommy, please help. My dad's just a shadow in the dark room, on top of me with his calloused hands holding me down.
Mommy. Mommy. She walks past, glancing into the room before hurrying in the opposite direction. Dad just laughs huskily in my ear and goes to start taking my clothes off...
The scene changes. I'm angry, I can feel it. So, so angry and dad's sleeping.
Sleeping.
Vulnerable.
Hes bad. Bad and dirty and he hurts me... Fuck!

what have I done?

The nightmares' different. It's too real. I wake, sweaty and confused, chest heaving with panic. Fuck. I hate this fucking place. Least I have a pretty solid excuse to never go into solitary again. If an inmate decided to off themselves or, better yet, a guard on the premises, the prison have to deal with a bunch of paperwork an shit. That's too much effort. Might as well prevent me from getting too traumatised whilst I'm here.
My mattress is as uncomfortable as ever as I peel myself off it. Ain't no guards in sight. Fab. Oh. Except fucking Gates and ol' pretty boy.

"Oi! Fancy gettin' me outta here?!" I call, getting an aggravated sigh.

"Iero, they gotta make sure you're healthy enough to go back into gen pop. You know that." Gates informs.
It could be worse. So much worse in fact. There is no way in hell they'll put me back in solitary again so at least I'm in the clear for that. It's emotional torture. How the fuck do they get away with pulling that shit?
To be honest, I'm regretting my decision of choosing not to eat fuck all again. Then again, it's probably crawling with all sorts of nasties.
Food poisoning ain't the way I'm going, no way I'm dying from excessive shitting. I'd like my dignity to be intact.
I still feel weak though, and sit back down again, begging myself to not do something stupid like faint. I shudder at the mere thought of the solitary. Either way, I know I'm gonna be stuck in that place as soon as I get out of here.

"Hey, cutie, thinkin' you an me should meet up sometime?" I smile, enjoying watching him blush.
"Back off, Iero. Or you'll be back in solitary for inappropriate behaviour."

"We both know that's gonna happen after what happened last time. Even if you considered it, it costs money for healthcare in this place, even more than outside and the fun part is, it comes outta your money so no one is gonna deal with the hassle of putting me back in that place. Fuck knows what'll happen next time."
Gates sighs and locks a hand round Baby's upper arm, dragging him off.

Notes

Sorry this is so short! Kinda another filler chapter, hopefully another couple will be up later, loves!



faves/ recommendations

movie - Donnie Darko
song - Hosptial for souls ~ BMTH, Terrible Things ~ mayday parade , scoff ~ nirvana , Angry Chair - Alice in chains