What my Wife Doesn't Know...

The lawyer

Hi guys!  If I spoke on anything wrong lawfully about this chapter, please dont hesitate to correct me...I dont want to keep asking the same question so it'll probably be the same for the next couple of chapters. 

 Thanks and enjoy ^.^

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Visiting hours are today again. It seems like it takes forever for it to get here though. "What you thinking about?" Johnathan asked me as we sat in the cafeteria. I shook my head, "nothing"

"hey Matt you gotta eat man, I mean I know the food isnt that great but it's the only nutrition we have. It'll build up your strength" James commented.

"Yeah and you need your strength. For when Butch gets out"

James frowned, "shut up Johnathan"
I stared at Johnathan thinking about that stupid comment he just made. I brought my plate towards me eating the mushy turkey. Eh, it's actually not that bad, but I think it's because I'm starving and I havent eaten in almost three days. Lunch was over and they put me in the laundry room and instead of with James, they put Johnathan in there with me.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the comment I made earlier, I didnt scare you or anything did I?"

"no, not at all"

"yeah, I didnt think I scared you. You dont seem scared of Butch or his guys by the way you stood up to him, no first timer has ever done that before. I'll tell you something though, I know you're not afraid of Butch, even though you should be"

"and why is that?" I asked while putting some dirty shit in the washing machine.

"I dont know if you've noticed but Butch is not someone you wanna fuck with. He's killed people before, I've heard stories about him-"

"yeah, but have you ever seen him actually kill someone?"

"no"

"exactly, you see, I dont think Butch actually killed anyone. I think he's full of shit and he gets Joey and those other guys to do his dirty work for him. Really, deep down inside Butch is a little pussy ass bitch who cant do anything and... I mean, he probably doesnt even know how to spell his own name"

he shook his head, "you havent been in here long enough to know"

"what happened between you and him?"

"Me and who?" He asked pretending like he has no clue who I'm talking about.

"Butch, what happened between you and Butch? I mean, what makes you so afraid of him?"

He was silent for a long time, for a real long time, so long that I began to think did I even asked him that question, "Johnathan?"

"Nothing, nothing happened, I just know what he's capable of that's all"

I narrowed my eyes, knowing that he's lying as he avoided eye contact folding up some blankets. But I let it go, it seems that that's a pretty tough subject for him to talk about. 

We finished our jobs and was once again locked back in the cells. I hate being locked in here because I begin to think. And I hate thinking because my mind wonders off into things that I dont want to think about. Like how things use to be.