Twenty to Life (Peterick)

Soap

-Patrick's Pov-

I awoke to the sound of grunting, coming from the cell next to mine.

What the hell, it's probably like two am, what's happening over there?

I thought to myself.

Then, I heard a loud moan.

Oh.

Oh god that's disgusting. They're fucking, in a prison, in the middle of the night.

I place my thin pillow over my head, attempting to block out their grunts.

They sound like two bears. Holy shit.

Eventually, I fell asleep, for what seemed like fifteen minutes before the guards went around and woke everyone up.

Fucking awesome.

I rolled out of bed, and slipped on my orange jumper and my black square glasses, making the world so much clearer.

"You're super cute in the morning. You dating anyone?" Mark said casually as he combed his hair over.

"Yeah, actually I have a girlfriend, Anna." I blushed and looked down. I've never been hit on by a gay murderer before.

"What a shame. They'll change you real quick." We winked and smacked my ass.

I jumped and yelped.

I walked out of the cell and waited to be counted, once they finished counting us, we were dismissed.

I walked down to get breakfast, feeling eyes on me as I walked.

Why is everyone staring at me?

I walked into the cafeteria and sat down next to Mark.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" I whispered as I took a seat.

"Because you're the youngest and cutest thing they've seen in months, maybe even years." He chuckled.

"What do you mean?" I said unsure.

"Kid, you're so innocent. Just be careful. Don't drop the soap." He laughed and got up.

What have I gotten myself into?