Wings

2. Mental prison break

Yuri's POV:

Sleep was one of the things that was considered a luxury in prison. It was the only way you could forget, even for a short while of where you are, why you are where you are, and whether or not you'll ever leave that place. The soft mattress was far too comfortable than the thin mattress I have been sleeping on for 5 years, it wasnt right enough to get me to sleep. I checked my old watch to see it was 4 am, I have been lying here for 3 hours to no avail. I got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. By now the cut on the side of my forehead and lower lip is almost healed, I smirked thinking of how I got them. It was fucking satisfying to see my bloody knuckles punching that piece of shit's face. Asshole tried to prove that he could hand my ass to me, think again motherfucker. Changing into a pair of old sweats, I pulled my blue and zipped up my black hoodie.
The weather wasnt even remotely cold compared to what it was in prison, but the air was fresh and crisp, almost cutting through my wounds. The streets were completely deserted, almost like a ghost town. Deciding it's a good opportunity to look around the place I broke into a sprint and smiled. It's been a long time since I've ran freely, with no time restrictions or the pungent smell that was always present in the prison cells. I ran past the old man's supermarket and crossed the street, my feet moving tirelessly, matching the rapid rhythmic beating of my heart. I could almost scream with happiness and the insurmountable feeling of freeness.
What about your family? What about Mama? Alexi? And who will avenge dyadya? Who will bring back the family's honor? I stopped and leaned against the empty park's bench. I closed my eyes as eye gruesome images of my dead uncle's face played in my head, my beaten up mother and little brother both crying helplessly as they held my uncle in their arms. These thoughts will never leave, they will always hold me prisoner. It doesn't matter that I'm legally not a prisoner anymore because I can never break through my mental prison.

I headed back to my apartment, it was 5.30 and I didn't want to get fired on my first day, the old man doesnt seem like someone who takes it easy anyway. Her unmistakable voice from last night echoed through the empty street as I turned around and saw her dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans, with that little girl coming out of the building right next to mine. She picked up the little girl and unlocked her car and buckled the girl in before straightening up and turning to catch my eyes. Fuck. I swiftly turned around and headed inside my building, she saw me and before she could even say anything I ran inside like a little shit. You fucking coward. Not realizing the breath I've been holding, I watched her car pull away and drive towards the park, there was a school opposite to it, she must be dropping that little girl off. She doesnt look like a mother at all, hardly in her mid 20s. Stop thinking about her you idiot.
After taking a quick shower I jogged towards the garage and saw the same two guys from yesterday. The tall one looked when I walked in and smiled lightly before pushing his hand forward,"hey I'm Tom, grandpa said that you're going to be working with us, Yuri right?", I shook his hand firmly and nodded. The shorter one took off his gloves and wiped his hands on his trousers before extending his hand and nodding, "Drake, pleasure", I nodded back. "Yuri". I got dressed in the worn out, but clean, red coveralls and followed Tom to a grey convertible. "Right so this one just needs a little polish and the guy who brought it in said that the bumper needs a little tightening, the tools are on the shelf, feel free to use whatever you want. Lunch is at 2, Drake and I go to Bellas cafe , you're most welcome to join", I nodded to which he smiled and patted my back before walking away. I picked up the tools I needed and got to work, trying my best to keep my mind from drifting towards the intriguingly beautiful cafe owner just 2 blocks away.