alex's pov
"why is he here?" the guy next to me asked, glaring at me. i should have got up and left, but i was too weak to move. my whole body was in pain, cruel creeping cold pain.
"he's our new friend," matt grinned. since when was i his friend? he beat the shit out of me countless times for those madden assholes! but he's not with them anymore....maybe he's changed. seems like he's changed.
"why?" the guy next to me asked in the same aggravated voice. i was starting to get pissed off, i mean, i didn't even know this guy!
"because he's gonna get us out of here."
when i heard that i couldn't stay quiet any longer.
"whoah, hold on there," i said raising my hands, "who said i was gonna help all of you get out?"
matt stared at me, confused. did he really think i'd let him use me like that?
"well, EKTOR, unless you want more people finding out who you are, i suggest you cooperate." everyone's eyes at the table turned to me.
"you're ektor varkatzas!" some little guy yelped. fuck. i was trapped.
"fine," i grimaced, "but i better get something out of this. if i don't get mine, don't think i won't find you when this is done." they knew i was right, after all, that was my job; hunting down and killing my assignments.
"alright, then its a deal. when you know what you want in return, we'll talk about it," matt replied. i sunk back into my chair, annoyed over the whole situation. but the aggravation of it all was quickly replaced with a sharp pain in my stomach. i hunched forward in my chair, wrapping my arms tightly around my stomach. you don't need them alex, you don't need them.
zacky's pov
this past week has been a long one. i brought alex to lunch with me everyday to keep an eye on him. i didnt want him trying to get his hands on any drugs; he really needed to get clean. as the days went by he seemed to be getting better. his hoarse voice seemed to soften up a bit, and his glazed eyes were unclouded, showing their green color. he seemed healthy, happy. the guys even started taking a liking to the new him.
i walked down the hall to pick him up for lunch, but stopped when i saw a guard in the cell with him. kyakki was gone, i'm guessing he already left to get food. the guard was erick wilson. wilson was a sick fat fuck, who got inmates here to "perform" on him in exchange for drugs. i knew alex was in trouble.
"miss this alex?" wilson said, waving a bottle of pills in his face. alex stared at them longingly. i had to help him.
"no," alex spoke softly, watching the bottled move from side to side. wilson was grinning.
"you can have them if you want," wilson cooed. alex still watched the bottle like a cat watching a fly.
"how?" alex asked pracically to nobody he was so dazed. i got closer to the cell, hoping to prevent anything from happening.
"suck my dick and i'll give you the pills."
alex snapped out of his daze; i was so relieved.
"you're a sick fuck you know that!" he hissed at wilson, pointing a finger right in his face. wilson grabbed his finger, pulling alex close to him by it.
"i wouldn't say stuff like that if i were you, kid," wilson threatened. alex was not easily threatened.
"YOU'RE A SICK FUCK!" alex now shouted. i laughed at wilson's shocked expression. i was expecting him to leave but he didn't. instead he grab alex by the back of his head and shoved him to the ground. still holding his head, he pulled alex's face against his belt buckle.
"you know, when i first saw you, you were sucking on a popsicle. you seemed like a real pro about it." i told you wilson was a sick fuck.
"popsicles are meant to be sucked on you jackass," alex smirked, trying to release his head from wilson's grasp.
"yea, and so is my dick," wilson replied, pulling alex's head in closer.
"i'm not gay asshole."
"like that matters."
by now i was at the opening of the cell. alex looked up and caught my eye. keeping his eyes locked on mine, he mouthed the word "help" as wilson pushed him in further. i couldn't take it anymore.
"leave him the fuck alone you prevert!" i yelled. wilson turned around, startled.
"who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" wilson barked, still grasping the back of alex's head.
"i'm matt sanders' friend," i replied. and just like that, wilson released alex and headed out of the cell. i went over to him, kneeling down beside him.
"you ok?"
"yea, yea, i'll be fine," he shrugged, fixing his hair. i could tell in his eyes that he wasn't, but i decided not to press him.
"let's get food," i said, helping him off the floor. we walked in silence most of the way until we got right in front of the lunchroom.
"we're leaving tomorrow night," alex said before walking in. i nodded in approval. only one more night in this hell hole.
