Imprisoned

Chapter 11

DWAYNE'S POV
I flattened my foot against the pavement on the road, a car was rushing towards me I could feel my heart beating
"I lov-"
That was all I managed to say before a hand grabbed my collar and pulled me onto the sidewalk.
"How - how did you find me?" I stuttered in a drunken slur,
"I would never leave you, Pony Boy. Your all I've got left." Her body embraced mine as I rapped myself around her, she looked beautiful as ever, and she was starring straight into my eyes "Marie... I-I can't."

MARIE'S POV
How was I supposed to just stand there and watch him throw his life away? Watch him give in, as he begged "Please. It would be better wi-without me." He was still crying
"I-I can't let anyone else die because of me, Marie. Don't you understand?" I looked into his eyes, and for the first time since my father, I saw nothing but whiskey.
"You don't have to do this alone Dwayne." I grasped my fingers around his staring deeply into his eyes in search for my Pony boy. I knew he was still in there, hiding behind the drunken mask of his addictions. I wasn't going to force him to quit the only thing that had kept him alive for so long, his only way of dealing with the pain, it's not that he couldn't live without it, it's that he didn't want to.

DWAYNE'S POV
I walked her over towards the payphone and dialed the 3 little digits, it rang twice and then there was a voice
"911 what's the emergency?"
"My names Dwayne Aaron,"
I passed the phone to Marie
"and I'm Marie Wate, we want to turn ourselves in."

I slammed the payphone back into the booth and set on the sidewalk beside Marie, smiling ever so lightly as I rubbed my thumb across hers "Are you scared?" She asked turning to me now. I tried to ignore her question, when honestly I was terrified of the years to come.

MARIE'S POV
6 cop cars, an ambulance, and a furetruck arrived within 5 minutes of the phone call. We were placed under arrest
" We'll well well look who it is."
I turned to see warden beside me
"Looks like its back to JP Clemens tomorrow huh, fish." I let out a sigh as the officers cuffed me "The guys in gen pop have been missing old pony boy." He smirked placing a hand on Dwayne's back
"I only wish that the feeling was mutual." He muttered before jerking away.

...

I have to admit the ride to JP Clemens was very unpleasant. The anticipation of waiting to get the shit beat out of me was overwhelming and I could feel the breakfast I hadn't had starting to come up.

When the bus stopped at the gate I was shoved out onto the yard, and greeted by the nice hug of an old frirnd, Pérez. Not even 5 minutes after reentering prison I was ready to leave
"Hey white boy." Ah, there was that racial tension I never missed,
"Whassup?" I asked as I turned towards Smith's ex crew
"You know wassup."
I swallowed my pride as a large hand was placed firmly around my neck "This is JP Clemens, it'd be best for you not to forget that, fish." He through me into the trash like yesterday's news "Keep walking Pony boy." Was the last thing I heard before awaking.

"Shhh..." Dwayne's finger was pressed against his lips and I was laying under his bunk.... once again
"What's going on?" I questioned before seeing the large man (Paul) standing above Dwayne. I couldnt believe that this was happening again. I clenched my eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity before Dwayne dropped his hand and I reached for it. Not the romance I had once wished for... and not the life Dwayne deserved.
"It won't always be like this." We layed there silently as I played with his fingers, I didn't get that much sleep that night, and I'm sure he didn't either. It was like that for the next few weeks, I was getting punked in the yard, jumped nearly everyday, hiding underneath the mattress, Dwayne getting physically and mentally abused, both of us started collecting scars. Until one day he seemed strangely happy, I had no idea why, but I got underneath the mattress as usual and waited until Dwayne finally spoke "Paul's not gonna be in here tonight, Marie." He sounded like he'd been crying, but also a bit proud.
"Or ever again for that matter."
I climbed out from under the bunk "I killed him." He mumbled, his words lifeless, as he pulled me into his bunk and onto him.

I was in shock as I looked into Dwayne's eyes I saw nothing but whiskey again "Where'd you get it?!" I screamed "Where'd you get it!?" I let out a few punches before Dwayne pulled a little bottle from his pocket "He owed me."
That was all he said, I grabbed the bottle and drank what was left. Trying not to think of all the possibilities, trying not to think of the abuse, trying to focus on the alcohol. He said "I love you." As I was trying to keep myself focused on him so I didn't have a panic attack. I was shaking and his body was so close, but he felt miles away. For the last time I looked up at him and I whispered "I love you too."

DWAYNE'S POV
...

"It was a whiskey drenched scar covered I love you but it was all I had left,
My name is Dwayne Aaron and I'm an addict."