ts already been a month since i first got here. to tell you the truth, i dont really mind it much anymore. brandan doesn't scare me at all anymore, the reverend is really funny and so are johnny and brian. and matt and i are practically attached at the hip. if someone messes with me, he's the first to jump down their throats. like these two guys, lars and tim tried fucking with me the one day. see, they're friends with the maddens, so naturally they weren't gonna be big fans of mine since i associate with matt. well, let's just say they didn't fuck with me anymore after matt stepped in, scared them both off.
since the whole madden situation, matt hasn't been sleeping. i told him it's not good for him, but he's a real hard head when he thinks he's right. he finally agreed after he feel asleep at lunch the one day.
"BOOM! i win again!!" the reverend shouted, slamming his hand on the table. a full house....damn. he's one poker five times in a row already that day.
"i quit, i quit," brandan said, throwing his cards in the air.
the rest of us did the same, except matt who sat there with his head down. i didnt think much of it and dealt everyone their cards. then i heard it, the snoring. with low giggles and laughs, i knew everyone else heard it too.
"should we wake him up?" johnny whispered, trying to hold back from laughing. matt snored louder throwing that whole idea out the window. johnny let out a roar of laughter and a snort. and admist of all the laughing, the snoring stopped and matt slowly raised his head. drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"EWWW!! GROSSS!!!" brian squealed. matt wiped his chin off, eyes half closed.
"you need to get some sleep," i tld him, rubbing his neck.
"yea, i know," he spoke, barely understandable. i decided i'd walk him back to his cell while the others cleaned up and went outside. i laid him down on his cell, still rubbing his neck to try to get him to fall asleep. when that didn't work, i scratched his head, tugging his hair a bit.
"mmmmm....don't do that," he whined...or was it more of a...moan? whaaaat?
"does that hurt?" i asked, but i could tell from his tone it didn't hurt.
"nah, thats not why," he moa...i mean whined again,"unless you want me to rape you, you better stop," he then was laughing. so, he was moaning. yea, i stopped real quick.
"well, i'm gonna go meet up with the guys outside, so you get some sleep, alright?"
"yea, yea, yea," he said muffled, his head buried in his pillow. i stepped out leaving him be.
outside, we all played basketball. brandan and the reverend were on one team, me and brian on the other. johnny was keeping score. yea, me and brian got out asses kicked.
"good game girls!" the reverend laughed, shaking our hands.
"shut up jerk," brian laughed throwing a punch into his arm. i just shook my head. maybe i should check on matt
"i'll be right back," i told the guys, heading back inside.
i heard steps running up behind me.
"going to see your boyfriend?"brian smirked from beside me. i shook my head again at his stupidity.
"if you mean am i going to see matt, then yes. wanna come?"
"sure," and we went down to matt's cell. when we got there, it was a sight i wish i hadn't seen.
matt layed on the floor, laying and covered in blood. beside him was the prick guard, the back of his head smashed against the concrete floor in a pool of blood. i ran over to matt, turning him over so i could see his face. he was banged up really bad, and not breathing.
"brian, go get help!" i shouted. he ran down the hall as fast as his legs could carry him. i stayed by matt's side, pushing against his chest.
"breath matt! BREATH!" i pounded my fists into his chest. why did i leave him alone!
