Prisoner #56

Chapter 14

I nearly ran other prisoners over to get to our table.

Some prisoners cursed and shouted as I drove past, but I didn't care. All I wanted to see was my Marlin.

Breakfast in tire, I launched out of the mess hall line, keeping my target in sight. Then there he was. Marlin. Parked at our table. Already talking to Ricky and Sebbie. He was safe. He was alive. I breathed out a sigh of relief, a heavy burden lifted off my fenders.

As I drove up to our table and parked, Marlin turned to me, an uncertain look on his face from hearing all the ruckus I had caused behind me. I was panting, sweating, still shaking. The hysteria was finally able to leave my body when I saw Marlin's face.

"You're ok!" I shouted.

Marlin winced a bit.

"I'm right here, Shiloh."

After everything that had happened, this was the only time I truly stopped and thought about what I was doing. I had shouted right in Marlin's mirror. I backed up a second, horrified.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" I then drove up to Marlin, taking his front bumper in my tire, holding him.

"I'm just so glad you are ok!" I exclaimed, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.

Marlin stared at me quizzically, but took his tire and touched it to mine.

"I'm perfectly fine. Everything ok, honey? You look awful. I'd be more worried about you than me," Marlin mentioned.

I blushed and looked away from Marlin in that moment, thinking of what I was going to say, and how I was going to say it. Before I could, I heard a thunderous engine come towards us.

"He is not fine," Taki stated unenthusiastically as he drove past.

I whipped my eyes to Taki, my gaze piercing him with daggers.

"Shut up, will you!"

"Shiloh!" Marlin took his tire and turned my focus back to him. "What's wrong?" he asked.

I stared at Marlin sheepishly.

"I had an awful nightmare last night. You died."

Marlin's eyes widened.

"I honestly thought you were dead. I was so scared. It all felt so real. I realized that Marlin, I really can't live without you." I let the tears finally roll down from my eyes. I pressed into him, embracing him. Marlin returned my embrace quickly and we held each other for a few moments.

"That is the gayest shit I have ever fucking seen!" some random prisoner shouted as he watched on, laughing. This time, it was Marlin who rebutted. He peeked around me, staring down at the perpetrator.

"You shut the fuck up, or I'll cut you!"

The random prisoner shut up instantly at the sharpness of Marlin's tone, the emotion, the anger in it. I will admit, when Marlin gets mad, he gets mad. I admire that quality about him. Yet, I know that's probably the anger he showed the night he left his family behind. I guess that's not good, in that case. Marlin then turned back to me.

"Shiloh, its ok, it's all ok. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm fine, and you are too," Marlin said gently. I whimpered softly into him, the thought of Marcus telling me that I had gotten soft clawing at my insides.

"I'm weak now, Marlin. I mean, look at me," I said, facing him, my eyes all red, tired, wet. I was a sight for sore eyes. I know if the outside world knew that the Gas Guzzler Massacre Psycho was crying over the safety of his gas guzzling boyfriend, they would be having a fucking field day.