The Rise Of Us

Chapter 27: Visitation days

The loud buzzing sound sounds against the speakers, Ryder already being awake in his cell. He goes to stand by the cell door, the cell door opening and him going to line up with all of the other inmates.

"Watch your step pretty boy." One of the guys says while pushing him, Ryder lightly tripping but keeping his balance. He doesn't even bother to turn back, him closing his eyes a little before the line begins to move, them making their way to the cafeteria. Ryder stands in the line while his breakfast gets put on the plate, it being a mushy blend type of oatmeal. He makes it to the end of the line, him looking at the many inmates sitting around at the cafeteria.

He goes to settle in a slight secluded spot at the end of the cafeteria, him taking his spoon and going to put some of the oatmeal in his mouth, his face scrunching up in disgust but he deals with it, tells himself to deal with it because he is going to have to deal with it for seven months anyways. He goes to look up, seeing a group of guys already looking at him, them laughing while looking at him. Ryder only chews lightly before he goes to look back down, him going to continue to eat his oatmeal.

He feels them going to sit by him, one of them going to sit right next to him. "What's up pretty boy?" One of the guys questions with a smile.

"Leave me be." Ryder responds back simply, he goes to try and eat more of his oatmeal but one of the boys go to take the spoon from him, the man going to lick it slowly before handing it to Ryder.

"Here you go." He says with a smile. Ryder only clenches his jaw at him, glaring at him hard. "Oh no, looks like I just poked the pretty boys little buttons."

"That's some good hair you got." The man sitting next to him tries to touch his hair, Ryder quickly grabbing his hand by reflexes and going to push it away from him.

"Don't touch me!"

"Hey!" The guard says, him holding his Paton in his hand. "You all causing trouble?"

"No sir."

"No sir."

"No sir."

"Good, get a move on. Stuff your face it ain't a time for talking! Go on!" The guard says, all of the men going to walk away while looking back at Ryder. "Not you Parker, someone is here to see you." The guard mentions.

Ryder looks up at him, the guard motioning for him to follow. Ryder goes to walk while following the guard, him still lightly limping while following the guard. Soon enough they both make it to a door, the guard swiping his card making the door open, the guard motioning him in.

Ryder makes his way inside of the room, the door closing behind him. That is when he sees Max sitting at the other end of the table. He goes to sit down across from her, his eyebrows raising. "What are you doin here?"

"I'm here to talk to you about something, about Amberlee." Max responds.

His eyebrows lift a little. "Is she ight?"

Max purses her lips a little, her doing nothing but shaking her head, trying to control her tears. "No Ryder she's not, she's...she's not doing well." Ryder clenches his jaw, him sighing a little while leaning back in his chair. "She told me that you had her promise she wouldn't come here to see you?"

Ryder nods his head. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Cause I can't be the one hinderin her from moving forward, from thrivin, I won't be the reason she is holdin back." Ryder responds. "And I always see the look on her face when she come here its..." he trails off. "She don't need to change because of me."

"Okay well Ryder I get that but I am at a complete lost here. I tried everything, she won't even paint and she always does that! Always! We tried talking to her taking her out but she doesn't want to do anything except sit up in her room and take long showers and just...either scream or cry. She's not doing well Ryder." Max states firmly.