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Chapter 2

One week prior

"Robustelli!" A large man yelled from outside of a prison cell. Duncan groaned at the sound of his last name being yelled. He rolled over his bunk to face whoever was calling him. A correctional officer by the name of Bowers was standing on the other side of his cell. "You have a visitor. Let's get moving." Duncan swung his legs over and jumped down before walking up to the metal bars. Officer Bowers pulled back the latch letting Duncan step out before cuffing his hands together. The pair walked down the main hall passing many inmates who were either coming back from a visit or completing their daily assignments.

As Duncan was walking to the visitation room someone shoved past him. "Watch where you're going, jackass!" Duncan snapped. He looked back at the man and realized it was the newest inmate in the facility. He made a mental note to go scare the poor sucker later. Officer Bowers pushed Duncan along, "Don't you want to get out of here early? Control your temper." Duncan rolled his eyes but continued to walk. Out of all the officers in the facility he had grown to tolerate Bowers, and Duncan knew he was right. "I'm fine. People just need to lay off and give me my space for their own good." Duncan retorted. In a matter to de-escalate all of the outbursts Duncan had, the warden made a deal to grant him early release, but only if he maintained good behavior. Word spreads quickly in a place like this, and it was easy to assume men with greater sentences were pushing Duncan's buttons. One mishap and it was over, no early release, no second chance, and to top it off, Duncan would probably spend a generous amount of time in solitary confinement.

Officer Bowers opened the door to the visitation room. Duncan walked in and sat in front of a long clear wall that was divided into sections. There was a phone attached to the wall that would help with communication with whoever was sitting on the opposite side. Before Officer Bowers gave Duncan some space he took Duncan's right cuffed hand and unlocked it. The empty cuff was then latched around a metal bar just under the table. Once everything was secured Officer Bowers took a step back and waited by the door.

Duncan watched as an older woman with short blonde hair and blue eyes walked into the room and sat in front of him, but of course, on the opposite side of the wall. She had a sticker name tag on her sweater that read 'Vistor, Miranda'; it was Duncan's mother. Both reached for the phones before the woman spoke.

"How are you doing?" Miranda said softly into the phone. She gave a warm smile and relaxed into the chair.

"I'm fine, Ma. I see the old man didn't bother showing up, again." Duncan gave his mom a quick smile before his face went back to his normal demeanor. Seeing how his family was with work he knew taking time off was hard, but never impossible.

"You know how he is with work." She began before Duncan cut her off. "You don't have to make excuses; I know he doesn't want to see me. It's fine, I don't want to see him either."

It was not a surprise that Duncan and his father never saw eye to eye. Well, at least from the time Duncan was in middle school. He remembers it like it was yesterday; up until Duncan was 12 years old he was the baby of the family. Imagine his surprise when his parents announced they were expecting, and then the utter shock when his mom had twins. This left Duncan being the ultimate middle child, two older brothers and now two younger ones. To say he was seeking attention was one thing, but Duncan truly did not care. He would get into petty fights and had suspensions almost every school quarter. Lucky for him, his parents were in the police force which gave him some level of immunity in the school system. His dad was always the disciplinarian, but one day he just stopped trying with Duncan. It had to be around the time Duncan turned 15 when this happened. Duncan didn't care though, he knew he was walking on thin ice.

"Duncan." His mom tried to continue but Duncan did not want to hear it. It was always something; his dad had to work, or he had to finish a project at home. Maybe if he put some effort into seeing his son then maybe Duncan would cut him some slack. He had been in this place for 5 years now and a little gesture would have been nice.