Cellmates [boyxboy]

Chapter 1

A/N: FIRST CHAPTER WOO. Constructive criticism is the best criticism!

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The jury returned from their meeting and sat back in their seats, no one wanted to say what was coming next, but one man had to. “Your honor,” The fragile man said with a croak before coughing and clearing out his throat, “Your honor, we find the defendant guilty on all charges.” The man turned to me, I looked at him, and he looked at me. I could see the sorrow on his face, it was obvious he didn’t want to do this but all the evidence was against me, there was no point in fighting.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a crazy psychopathic killer who is a huge body builder or anything. I’m just a 16 years old who is as tall as the average girl and probably weighs the same amount as one but it was just terrible timing, bad luck and something I now wish never happened. You see I was going out with some friends and was on my way home before some guy comes up to me, taunting and throwing out slurs. Obviously he was drunk, but he was harassing me and he wouldn’t stop. I hit him… He fell… He hit his head on the curb with a huge thud and I was frozen. His friends were right there, they saw it, they didn’t even try attack me. They just looked at their friend on the ground frozen. I was broken, I still am. Now he’s dead and I’m accused of murder… Which I did unfortunately commit. I’m stick in a losing situation but they won’t let me die as much as I want to.

The judge looked at me with a sorrowful look as he knew this was not my fault but it had to be done. With a gulp he then spoke out, “The jury have spoken and under the court of law I sentence Charles Geoffrey to 14 years in prison, 2 years in juvenile and aloud parole after 10 years for the murder of Jonathan Murray and other charges.” I stood up with speed about to scream, but as much as I wanted to, nothing would come out. I stood awkwardly in the room for a few seconds but then the emotions got the hold of me in the quiet room. Only my mother’s sobs could be heard before I joined in with her, even though we weren’t together. The security grasped my hands firmly and I didn’t even bother try resist, I knew it was coming so I let it happen. I was pulled up with a jerk before being pushed forward. This was it. I fucked up and now I’m paying for it.

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“Hello Charley! I can call you Charley right? That’s if you’re fine with it.” The middle aged man looked at me with sorrow. Why was everyone feeling sorry for me? I murdered somebody! They should be disgusted with me, but no, they’re feeling sorry. “It’s fine.” I mumbled out quietly, this being the first time I had spoke since the court case. “Well Charley, you’ll be spending two years in here, and then you’ll be out of here and sent to another prison for 10 years. I know this is all hard to take in but really if you do good deeds and help around you can get out much quicker.” He continued on for quite a while, I didn’t really pay much attention because for all I know is that I’ll be in forever, “You’ll be sharing a cell with a boy who was kind of in the same scenario as you.” Kind of? What the hell does he mean kind of? I murdered someone? How can the scenario be kind of the same? “His name is Richard, or some call him Richie or just Rich and he’ll be showing you around, I guess, for the first few days… I can’t really say, enjoy your stay, but remember, do good deeds and you’ll be out of here faster. Good luck Charley, all the best.” With that being said, I got out of the seat and removed myself from the office as fast as possible. 

After a few minutes of looking around I managed to find the group that I had arrived with earlier and so I joined the line to the showers. Apparently we had to shower as a group, which wasn’t really everyone’s first preference. It was a very awkward moment in my life. After getting out of the shower we were greeted with our numbers and uniform, something that we’d be wearing for a long time.  I pulled on the briefs and then the old cliché orange jacket and long pants. “4403E, come forward, you’ll be taken to your cell now.” I followed the orders straight away, not wanting to cause a commotion like some of the others earlier. It was a short and quiet walk, and before I knew it we were at the cell. The lady unlocked the door and held it wide open for entry. “Welcome to paradise lad!” The boy on the bed said as he waved for the lady to go away. I awkwardly walked in after his greetings and sat down on the bed opposite his. “Well then, not the talker aye? Das alright yeah… I ‘eard there’d be a bunch coming today… anyways I’m Richard, I’m 17 and if you don’t watch out I’ll fuck you up aye?” I gulped, looking him in the eyes with fear before nodding. “Haha, don’t worry, I was kiddin’, I’d never do that to me cell mate. Ya knowhat? I’ll keep an eye you aye, just gotta sort some things and den you’ll ‘ave some good protection. So what’s your name lad?” I looked at him, he had a crooked smile with a decently styled hair cut, he looked pretty rough but one of those people if you go to know them would be pretty nice. “You deaf or mute or summit?” He gently slapped the side of my head before I winced in pain. “I.. I- I’m Charley—Charles, no. Charley just call me Charley. Umm… I’m seven—I mean 16… Well just turned 16 really... yeah.” I looked at Richard once more, he was just staring at me, not with anger or anything to do with violence, he just stared at me, but with curiosity, then it soon turned into a smile. “As I said welcome to paradise.”

— Next Day —

I woke up to the sight of Richard sitting up, once again staring at me, it wasn’t scary anymore though, to be honest, it was quite comforting, having someone looking over you, making sure you’re not hurt… Well that’s what it seems like he’s doing right now at least, then again though, that’s what the head of this place said he would do. “Hungry?” Richard questioned, I shook my head whilst murmuring gibberish to him. I never really ate breakfast and I didn’t plan to start now. He shrugged before exiting the room and before I knew it, I was all by myself. I decided that I’d have a shower and try wash away this feeling I was having, it was mostly guilt and pain and I couldn’t bear with it. 

The shower, once again, was awkward.  Groups of six entered the shower rows at a time but I think it was too early in the morning for any of the boys to screw around as most of them seemed much too tired to be playing jokes. Throughout the shower it was pretty quiet until a guy started whistling in the corner, it was short lived as a deep voice boomed through the room, “Shut up with your whistling or I’ll rip your lips off.” With that, the whole room was dead silent. We were all given new clothes and most of the boys walked off in their towels with it, I decided I’d stay in the changing room so I didn’t have to walk around half naked and bear with embarrassment. “Aren’t you getting changed at your cell?” I recognized the familiar voice as I looked up to see Richard. “I didn’t really want to get changed around other people…” I said with a sigh at the end of the sentence. “Only person to see you get changed in the cell would’ve been me and I would’ve been out anyways, plus it’s better getting’ changed in there, a wee bit more privacy then having boys walkin’ out ‘n’ in.” Richard explained. I slowly pulled the shirt on before gesturing Richard to turn around because I wanted to put on my pants. “Really? You askin’ me to be turnin’ round? Jee wiz…” Richard laughed as he turned around. I quickly pulled on the underwear and then the orange pants. “Richard..?” I spluttered out at last. “Ye what?” he responded quite quickly. “Were you forced to like take care of me so I don’t get killed or something and so like you can get out quicker or something?” I asked him, feeling a bit guilty due to stealing his personal time. “Eh? Forced to? Nah, of course not. Only reason why I’m looking out for you is that you’re special I guess. Not like some of the other guys in here.” He gave a sly smirk and a wink before he walked off.

What does he mean… I’m special?  What is he trying to pull off?..