Bully This

The Bullying Ends

JUNE

He didn't know which ride was bumpier this one or his life. As the bus made that last turn he knew he had arrived at Riker's Island because of the Bulova watch sign. Everything was out of his control, all June could do was wait patiently until his bail was posted. Segregation, better known as protective custody is a must right now, he wasn't trying to jeopardize his life while he waited for his bail to be posted and processed. Before he could be set free he would have to maneuver delicately knowing he had a bullseye on his back. Word  spread fast from the court proceedings, June knew it must have been one of the guys he saw at his grand jury hearing. He sat there vulnerable, knowing his family is in imminent danger. Thoughts of violence plagued his mind with visions of scenarios of his loved ones paying the price for  his actions.  Time was of the essence, leaving, every minute was crucial. He couldn't fathom having his family  harmed because of something he had done.

How would the correction officers handle his pending release?June realized he might bump into the officer they call "Macho" who has Latin King affiliation. Some C.O.'s were known to initiate  drama and set other inmates up while turning the other cheek, not caring what happens. His gut was telling him that someone will definitely be looking for retribution, but who would it be? Most jail assaults ended violently and painfully with  a trip to the infirmary. Everyone at the  school knew he was locked up, being charged with murder, however that wasn't the case. June had the murder charge reduced to negligent homicide, which in the grand scheme of things meant nothing to those out for his blood, wanting  his head on a platter. He was a marked man and knew it. The walls were closing in on him. Hearing the cell door slam shut left him petrified and stranded  like a dead duck. Thoughts of killing himself flashed through his mind, death has to be easier than being in the predicament he's currently in now. Suicide is a common thing in jail when an inmate couldn't handle his or her sentence and decided to take their own lives. He definitely didn't want to die by the hands of another, being taken out violently.

Even though he prayed for and mourned Terror he wasn't compelled to sacrifice himself and become a sacrificial lamb. By any means they were out for blood, his blood, but June had no plans of succumbing to the violence that awaited him. Reality was staring at him in the form of the OBCC front door along with  all the mischief that was behind it. The sounds of chains dangling and these fucking tight ass handcuffs, which were extra tight on him. The bus was completely empty of prisoners, except for him. The incoming officer spoke up "this one is going to protective custody so he's on a stand by." His heart began beating hard, but he was comforted by hearing the officer's words. June was getting accustomed to the  feeling of paranoia, his anxiety  was at a thousand and  these last forty eight hours  were a nightmare he wished he could wake up from.

Fighting  a murder charge that  essentially has your life on the line, along with your freedom in the balance, will do that to any man. Regardless of today's developments at the hearing it still left June feeling as if the glass was more than half empty and the water evaporating fast. Being the subject of a court proceeding, surrounded by people stereotyping you, who look at you as if you're guilty and are more than  willing to give you a lengthy sentence will leave any man with insecurity. His fear was at an all time high, June jumped out his seat from the sound of another man's voice "Do you want to eat? We can call it your last meal, since you're a dead man walking. I'm only kidding Junebug," while laughing as he begins to set the food trays up. The more words he muttered the more it left June shaken, it left him trembling. Wait a minute, how does he know my name?  How does he know me? He probably poisoned this food? June quickly turns down his offer of a food tray. "Nah I'm good I'm not hungry..." and before he could say another thing, the officer interrupts him by saying "fighting for your life on an empty stomach isn't a good or bright idea"  leaving him stunned and paralyzed, afraid to make a move when suddenly he hears "red dot intake red dot intakeRED DOT INTAKE, RED DOT INTAKE" which indicated that an officer had pulled his or her pin signaling a violent altercation had occurred or is happening right now, He surveys the entire intake area, he notices he's the only one there being detained and ready to be processed and in the situation he was  in waiting for his bail to be posted. Suddenly three officers in riot gear immediately begin to scream "Get on the floor, face down now that's a direct order", June hears his cell door open followed by officers in the riot protection gear heading in his direction.