Sick Little Games (Zack Merrick)

• Public Nudity And Then Some •

{ n i n e t e e n }

"Oh my god, is that Vic?" I vented my surprise, seeing his brown eyes looking back at me with a shocked expression.

Zack nudged me and I turned to see the officer that I stole the hat from glaring at me. He opened the gate and pushed Zack into the same cell as Vic and a few other men before slamming it shut again, leaving me out of it and turning back to me with a smirk.

"I'm underaged!" I said to him, immediately panicking. His smirk turned into a glare again and he opened the cell opposite Zacks, snatching his hat off my head and pushing me into it before slamming it closed again so the sound echoed through the hallway.

"What the fuck man, put her in here!" Zack started protesting loudly. It took me by surprise but everything we're doing lately seems to be doing that. I think it's just because we're bringing out rebellious sides of each other.

"Men and Women are separated so they don't..." The officer stated, purposely trialling his sentence off and beginning to walk away.

"I'm a lesbian!" I shouted at him, making him stop in his tracks and turn around again, giving me a confused look. "Hardcore lesbian," I continued digging myself into a deeper hole.

"I could sleep with any one of these," I turned around and saw two older women that are definitely prostitutes, "...beautiful women." I grimaced as one of them smiled at me, stroking up her leg that's clad in ripped stockings. The officer sighed and then groaned out loud.

"I won't say no to this one Dave," one of the prostitutes croaked out and winked at me, "she's a looker. Looks like she has some cash too, maybe I could stay in your company for longer."

I heard the gate of the cell slide open again and I mouthed the words 'thank you,' to the ladies, realising they helped me out.

They do say don't judge a book by it's cover.

I walked over to Zacks cell and debated running around whilst Dave locked the other gate just to piss him off a little, but decided against it. I've already set myself enough damage tonight.

"Get in," he grunted, and I didn't realise he'd even opened the gate but I stepped in, giving him a smile that told him I'd gotten my own way. He slammed the gate, viciously pushing his key into the lock to keep us confined and stormed away whilst I tried not to laugh.

"Thank you Dave, sweetheart." I heard one of the prostitutes call with their throaty voice. He ignored her and we didn't hear anything from him. I think he might've left. Is that even allowed though? Don't we have to be supervised? I don't even know anything about prison though, I could be wrong.

"Oh my god, I'm in prison." It dawned on me as I stepped away from the gate of my cell.

My cell.

My prison cell.

"My mom is literally going to tear out my insides and spoon-feed them to me." I groaned aloud, imagining my mothers shocked face if she were to see me right now. In goddamn prison.

"Shut up white girl." A voice I didn't recognise snapped at me angrily and I turned to see a man sitting in a suit on the dusty bench near the back of the cell. I looked around to see three more men around, including Vic and Zack.

I'm in a prison cell with four men.

"Hey back off man." Vic told him calmly, but bless Vic, he's not intimidating one bit and this guy- this rude guy, stood up and took a step towards him, puffing out his chest. He's quite overweight...he's not exactly puffing out muscle.

A boy, sitting on the floor a few steps away from Vic turned around, looking panicked at the guy. He's probably scared, bless him. I wonder what he's doing here, he looks so cute and innocent.

"I suggest you sit down," Zack's got muscle, he seems to work out, and when he stood up it was obvious that this seemingly forty year old man had nothing on an seventeen year old boy. "Now." The man sat down down, and so did Zack, sitting opposite Vic and calming down quickly.

He looked back at me with a small smile and patted the space next to him. I sat down and his arm went around my shoulders, caging me in. He turned to Vic and smirked cheekily.

"So, what's got you in here?" Zack asked Vic and I swear he started to blush. It was faint, but his cheeks tinted and he suddenly started to play with his longer hair. He was embarrassed and it was obvious.

"Public nudity," he almost whispered it but then he continued and his voice got even quieter, "and public display of, um...affection? Yeah."

Listening to Zacks loud uncontrollable laughter, I couldn't help but think that Vic was tweaking the truth a little bit, making it sound better than it actually is.

"Oh my god," Zack gasped out and Vic glared at him, turning even redder and smiling in embarrassment.

"So why are you guys in here?" He asked us cutting Zack off, making it complete obvious that he was changing the subject.

"I don't think it'll live up to your story Loverboy." Zack replied, laughing lightly again.

"Stop making noise!" A sudden shout came from down the hall and I recognised the officers, Daves, voice.

"Let the kids have their fun Dave!" A prostitute called back. I'm actually finding myself liking these ladies, they seem witty and nice.

"They're juvenile! They don't deserve fun!" Dave called back.

"I bet you don't say that to your wife." I heard the prostitute argue back quietly and Daves angry footsteps followed, coming closer to the cells.

I could faintly see one of the prostitutes grinning; the witty one with all the comebacks. I didn't understand what she meant until the other one spoke up, explaining what it meant to all of us who were confused and annoying the hell out of the officer whilst doing so.

"Dave met his wife in this exact cell, didn't you Dave-ster? I believe she was arrested for-"

"No fucking talking dammit!" Dave snapped again.