What Started Behind Bars

Lost in Translation

- Calder's POV -

What the fuck just happened?!

We both agreed that we just had the best sex of our lives together, I told him that he was mine (like I normally do), and then he got stiff as fuck, zoned out, got up, and got dressed, leaving right after that as fast as he could. He looked like he had just gotten punched or something, not like he just got his entire world rocked like he should have!

I just don't fucking understand it!

I climbed off of my bed and pulled off my used condom, tossing it in the trash can he had tossed his in. I had put it in my room earlier so that we had a place to discard the condoms that I knew we would use, and I seriously doubted that we'd have been able to sneak them downstairs. After what just happened though, I was just completely lost and needed to know what was going on, which is why I was getting dressed as fast as I could. I planned on chasing him down and getting him to talk to me about what the hell just happened.

Now fully redressed, I opened my cell door and rushed out and down the hall to the stairs where both Bo and Gunnar stood. They were looking at each other in confusion, speaking lowly to themselves.

"Where is he?!" I asked, the aggravation clear as day on my face.

"He went back downstairs to the main area. We tried to talk to him but he just walked right passed us without a word," Gunnar said in mystification.

"Yeah, and he looked pissed off as all hell. What the fuck happened in there?" Bo asked me, looking lost. I threw my hands up in the air, the answer a mystery to even me, at least for now.

"Fuck if I know! That's why I need to find him and talk to him!"

"I don't think he wants to talk to you," Gunnar said. As if I was going to listen to that kind of bullshit. Not a chance in hell.

"Well, too fucking bad because I want to talk to him!" I said as I started to descend the stairs with them trailing behind me. My eyes scanned the main area in search of him, and when I finally spotted him, I felt my blood boil with rage. He was leaning against the wall near that dumb fuck, Enzo Lazzaro's, table. It didn't take a genius to know that he had chosen that spot on purpose, thinking that I wasn't going to go over there. But he underestimated me, my rage, and my determination to get an answer out of him.

"Kelby!" I growled as I stalked closer to him.

He looked at me with a cold look on his face that I'd never seen before, and then he turned to look away from me. I felt like I'd been hit by the way that he didn't look at me like normally did. It fucking hurt.

"Go away, Havard," he said with anger in his words that were directed at me, even though he wasn't even looking in my direction.

"No! We need to talk!" I growled at him insistently.

"About what? There's nothing to talk about. I'm just a guard here and you're an inmate. What do two total opposites even have to talk about?" He asked dully, though I could hear that his anger was still present.

I stepped closer to him, dropping my voice as I ignored the fact that there were others most likely witnessing what was going on. But I didn't give a single fuck. I wanted to know what happened. I needed to know, no matter what it took.

"Really? Because we just had the most mind-blowing sex, and then you got pissed over something and left me. What the fuck happened back there?!" I snarled.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, but I saw something in his eyes that resembled pain. He clenched his jaw, eyes still looking out at the main area and not where they should be directed: at me!