Pivotal Moments.

Chapter 3

Time passed slowly inside, and for two years Callen did as he was asked. He obeyed the prison rules, and more importantly, obeyed Dallas' rules.

Keeping his head down and avoiding all the other gangs in the prison was easy while Dallas had his back. His new found family were there for him too. It was, for Callen, a much better life than he had ever known before.

The only thing about being a part of the Aryan Brotherhood that didn't sit well with him was the words that Dallas and the others used towards the black men in the jail. Apart from the odd run in with a few inmates no one had really bothered him. Callen tended to stay out of the fights between the Aryan Brotherhood and the United Blood Nation that would regularly happen in the exercise yard.

Just after exercise for the day, Callen walked into his and Dallas' cell, as the guard walked to his door.

"Callen G." The guard said.

Callen looked at Dallas, who nodded in greeting, and giving him permission to reply.

"Sir?" Callen asked.

"You're wanted by the warden." The guard said.

Dallas looked concerned, but said nothing as Callen was led away.

Callen followed the guard down the hallways, but instead of turning towards the administration offices, he was taken around the back of the building.

"Wait there." The guard said, and walked off.

Callen stood uneasily as he waited, within moments a group of five men walked around the corner, two keeping an eye out and three walking over to Callen.

"Well, looky what we got here!" The leader of the men exclaimed. "It's that white honkeys boy toy."

Callen moved back, bracing himself for a fight.

"You not as vocal without ya family here to back you up, kid?" The man said.

"I ain't talking to you nigger." Callen growled, he was alone, but he had the pride of the Brotherhood to maintain and he wasn't going to let Dallas down.

"You gonna call me that white boy, without ya pappy here to wipe ya ass?" Marcus, the leader of The United Blood Nation replied. "Dallas crossed me boy, yo family hurt one of my boys. It's payback time. You white Aryans' gonna learn ya don't mess with the Blood Nation."

"I didn't hurt no one." Callen insisted, moving away.

"Youze a family though; one hurt us, y'all hurt." Marcus nodded to the two men with him, and they systematically started hitting Callen. "Don't ya kill him boys," Marcus ordered. "We wanna make sure Dallas knows his men should keep away from Blood matters."

Callen balled his hands into fists and fought back, until he was overpowered by a kick to the back of the head.

"GET OFF ME!" Callen screamed as he felt someone else's hands on him.

"Easy kid, ya in the infirmary." An unfamiliar voice came.

Callen thrashed back and forth, "Lemme go!"

"G stop." Dallas' voice cut through the fog.

"Da..." Callen groaned.

"Yeah, kid, ya gonna be ok, let the doc help you." Dallas ordered.

"What happened?" A different voice said.

Callen cracked open his swollen eye and looked over at the warden. He flinched as he looked at the African American man standing behind Dallas.