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

Epilogue

[a/n I definitely advise listening to the song of the chapter, it was a big influence on this story as was the film "Primal Fear." Check them out!]

Song of the Chapter: "The Greatest Story Ever Told" by Ice Nine Kills

"I'll be out in six months with his address and a shotgun, and a promise for justice...

Don't believe what he says, he's not real, he's a murderer...

He says, 'You're too late, I've got a hole to dig...'

You'll be lying awake from this nightmare, you feel betrayed..."

Kellin's POV

*Time Lapse: Six Months*

I took a sip from the lemonade on the table beside me, signing my name at the bottom of the neatly printed letter. The sound of the waves was comforting, and I sat in a reclining deck chair on the beach property Matty and I now owned in Mexico. I didn't even wait around for Kailey's formal trial when she was charged with the murders I committed. Matty planted the evidence, gave one brutal threat to her and her boyfriend, and that was all it took. She confessed to my crimes, and I was free to go. Matty and I left the country at the first chance we had, and now we were running a small market in a tiny town in western Mexico.

"Hey, babe, what do you have there?" Matty asked, coming up behind me and glancing over my shoulder at the letter on the table.

"It's a letter to Vic. I thought he might like to know how we're doing," I explained with a little grin. Matty shook his head incredulously, chuckling in amazement.

"You're awful."

"I know."

"Have you talked to him at all since you left the prison?" Matty inquired, taking a drink from my glass of lemonade.

"Nope. I knew he'd a little while to get over it, but a Christmas card or something would've been nice. I did fuck the guy after all," I pointed out jokingly. Matty frowned slightly at my words.

"Still not totally okay with that."

"Sorry. But it worked, didn't it?" I stated. That was a lie. Vic was a better fuck than Matty would ever be. I wasn't sorry. Matty sighed.

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm going to go back up to the house. Don't be too long, okay?" he said, squeezing my shoulders lightly and pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek. I nodded and when he turned to walk away, I rolled my eyes. He was just like Vic in that respect; there was no point in being romantic unless you wanted something. Why did no one seem to understand that but me? I looked back down at the letter on the table.

"My dearest Vic,

I trust that you are doing well. Probably not as well as I'm doing, but well nonetheless. I must say I was a bit hurt that you never gave me a call. I may have changed my name, address, and Social Security number, but the phone number I gave only to you is still the same. How is Cellblock D doing? Did you tell them the truth about me? I doubt it. You were all so proud to have gotten me free. You wouldn't want to be the one to ruin that for them, would you?

If you haven't heard, Matty and I are completely off the grid now. I'd tell you exactly where, but I'm not expecting a visit from you for another six years or so. Regardless, our new life is successful. I think he might propose soon, but I'll say no. I don't like having emotional ties to people. Do you feel like you have ties to people, Vic?

Have you boys had another brunch since I left? Those pancakes were quite spectacular; it would be a shame if you haven't had them since. I wonder if Ashby is pissed that I got free. That might make getting pancakes a bit more difficult. He'll come around eventually, I suppose.

What's your new cellmate like? Are you doing him? Is he doing you? I wouldn't be surprised one way or the other; you are fairly attractive, believe it or not. Then again, why would you believe me? Maybe you ought to get to know him a bit more before you fuck him than you did me, yeah?

I could continue writing, but I think I've said everything I want to say. Say hello to Jesse and the others for me. I won't be stupid enough to give you a return address, but do feel free to drop a line anytime. Take care of yourself, Vic. I do still owe you quite the thank you.

Regards,

Kellin Q."

I added a little design to the tail of the "Q" in my signature. Vic would surely appreciate my letter. I definitely would not be happy with him if he didn't give me a callback. He was my friend, and I wanted to hear from him again. I etched my cell phone number at the bottom of the page if he had accidentally lost it before. Maybe that was why he hadn't called. The penitentiary probably wouldn't appreciate a long distance call, but that was okay.

I licked the envelope and sealed my letter for Vic.

Vic's POV

2,322 days.

I stared at the bunk above me, having yet to sleep a wink at nearly 4 AM. That wasn't unusual for me these days. When Kellin left, I claimed his bunk as my own. I didn't want anyone else taking it. I could barely sleep without him there anyway, let alone with a stranger sleeping in what was once our bed.

Perhaps a small part of me still loved him.

I pushed the thought away as quickly as it crept into the dark recesses of my mind. Not much had truly changed here since he left. No one here knew the truth about Kellin except for me. I didn't want to ruin the bonds our cellblock had formed when he was here. I acted as normal as possible in front of the guys. I was still hoping for early release with parole on good behavior, even though it might be difficult as I wasn't exactly Warden Ashby's favorite.

After all, I had to get out if I wanted to see Kellin again.

His letter brought back a pain I had buried deep in my heart. I didn't call him like he asked me to. I couldn't. I didn't want to let myself fall back in love with him, and I surely would if I had any sort of contact with him any time soon.  I had to smother the last wisps of love for him clinging to my heart. His biting sarcasm was difficult to read, only stoking the burning fire of my betrayal. Even reading him write about his life with Matty made me bitterly cry that night. I used to be the guy who never cried; now all it took was one letter from a psychopath to push me over the edge.

My heart had frozen over after Kellin left. I trusted no one, not even Mike and his less and less frequent phone calls. I would've trusted Kellin with my life, and I too easily fell for his tricks. How did I know now that everyone around me wasn't lying to my face?

Kellin was my first love, and he was more than likely going to be my last.

I clenched my fists slightly at the mere thought of what he had done. Above me, my cellmate rolled over in his bunk. I couldn't even remember his name at the moment. I spoke to him in front of the group and that was it. The moment I stepped foot in the cell I shared with Kellin, I always fell silent.  All the time I spent in this bunk, I spent mute. Brooding. Thinking. Planning.

After all, I only had 2,322 days to plan my revenge for Kellin Quinn.

[a/n IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:

And that's the end! I hope you all enjoyed reading this story. It was definitely one of my favorites to write. I'm going to take a little break from publishing for the next few days until I get my next story cover made. My next fic, as promised, will be the sequel to "Resistance Is What Controls You." It won't be very long, but the first story has a bit of a special place in my heart since so much of it was based off true events. The sequel won't really be based off of anything, just a little story of loss and attempted recovery. It's really just a loose end to tie up. After that, I have BIG plans for my next few stories! Anyway, as soon as the cover is made, I will begin publishing the sequel to be entitled "Since The Last Time That We Spoke." With that, so long and goodnight to "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison!" xx Jess]