You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison (KELLIC) (boyxboy)

Chapter 8

[a/n I'm getting my wisdom teeth out so if I don't publish for a couple days, that'd be why. The song of the chapter seems a little random, but it just felt right for this chapter. Enjoy!]

Song of the Chapter: "Stay the Course" by Memphis May Fire

Vic's POV

"Mikey!" I exclaimed his name with pure joy before he could even hear me. We were separated by a thick panel of plexi-glass, but it was almost surreal to see my baby brother's face again. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed him. He was grinning back at me excitedly. I took my seat beside where Beau was talking to his girlfriend, picking up the landline-style telephone to talk to Mike. He was wearing a collared shirt, likely on his way to some function for work. He was always the one I'd given everything to, and he'd turned out as everything I'd wanted to be but couldn't.

"How're things going? No one's made you their prison bitch?" Mike asked, an impish smile spreading across his face.

"Not yet, but I was just in solitary for a few days for punching the warden. I was lucky they still let me see you, actually," I admitted. Mike just shook his head in amazement.

"Typical you, always finding trouble. Anyway, the investigation is going really well from what I've heard. Swatches with Kellin's fingerprints on them were found in Kailey's apartment. As soon as Fish compiles a bit more concrete evidence, he's turning it into the judge for a formal appeal."

"How soon will that be?" I asked. Mike smirked to himself and held up a newspaper against the glass. The front page headline read, "Community Riles to Save Innocent Man." The article was written by none other than Jenna McDougall, the same reporter who had spoken to Kellin outside through the fence. A photo of Kellin smiling his gentle smile through the chain link fence of the recreation area graced the cover beside the article.

"A hell of a lot sooner than it might've been because of this. The general public aren't a patient bunch, and Fish and this prison have already been getting interrogated nearly daily by reporters wanting to know what's going to happen to Kellin Quinn. By the way, people are shipping you," Mike added with a little chuckle. I raised an eyebrow.

"Shipping who?" I asked.

"You and Kellin. Everyone's acting as if you're the gay version of 'Orange Is the New Black.' It's actually pretty cute." I felt my face heat up involuntarily at his words.

"N-no," I stammered awkwardly and unconvincingly. Mike waved my protests away.

"Hey bro, you know I'm not judging. Anyway-" Before Mike could continue, Officer Arteaga came up behind him on the other side of the glass. Mike set down the phone, and it was ominously quiet. Something was said, and I strained in vain to identify their words. Mike appeared to be arguing with Arteaga about something. Arteaga snatched the newspaper from Mike's hand, ripping it in two. Mike said something else, his face red with frustration, before storming away with a half-hearted wave in my direction. He was still yelling something inaudible at Officer Arteaga. There was an awkward silence among the inmates still talking with their visitors.

"I think perhaps we ought to head back to your block now," Officer Carlile spoke coldly from behind us.

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"As much as I loathe to punish you all for the mistakes of a few, I have been left with no other option. Visiting and phone call privileges are suspended until further notice unless an emergency has been made evident to us by your visitor or caller," Warden Ashby announced to us. A chorus of protests erupted from us all.

"My dad will flip his shit if I just got AWOL. He'll kill me," Caleb argued.

"Yeah, my girlfriend will be pissed," Beau chimed in. Similar points came from the rest of Cellblock D, but Ashby silence us with a roaring, "Shut the fuck up!"