Check Mate ( Book 2)

Chapter Two🌻

ABIEN (2)

A/N - Thank you so much for all the love, votes and comments. They made my week. Also, the songs I post are NOT sound tracks. They are songs that I listened to while writing the chapter. This is basically me sharing my playlist lol

No matter your position in life, remember you are the ruler of your own craft. So root for yourself even if you're the only one on your court in an empty stadium with no spectators- Lexonart.

"You know the drill Whitmore, let's go."

"Mouth."

Andrew opened his mouth wide and lifted his tongue for the warden to see.

"Ears."

He spread his ear lobes and turned so the warden could see behind them.

"Hair."

Andrew ran his hands quickly through his curly mop.

"Bend over and spread your butt cheeks."

Andrew obliged.

"Cough."

Andrew did so.

"Great, you can put your clothes back on now. Safe journey kid, don't give the corporal any trouble."

Andrew nodded and slipped his white T-shirt over his head.

"Are these really necessary?" He asked, when the warden cuffed his hands and shackled his knees.

"It is standard protocol." He replied and Andrew sighed.

"Fuck standard protocol." Andrew muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I will miss you."

"Cheeky kid." The warden replied as he led him to the car which Corporal Attipoe was supposed to transport him with.

Andrew stared at Warden Danso. He was going to miss him. He had been the only prison warden as long as him. He was an old man with thick grey hair who had a no nonsense aura about him. He was very fatherly however, once you got to know him and obeyed the rules and Andrew had gotten to know him and had obeyed all the rules. He had no use for disobedience. He had been sentenced to life imprisonment and this was his new home and it was no intention of his to mess it up in any way.

Also, when he was getting into Padmore, it was warden Danso who had testified on his behalf in court. And he really appreciated that. None of his family members had come, not even his sister.

Nobody had come to see in five years since he got convicted. He was dead to every one of them. No Yeboah wanted to associate with him so he had adopted his white mother's maiden name- Whitmore. His mother didn't mind. The dead could not complain.

Whereas Warden Danso was a warm old man who reminded one of nice grandfathers. Corporal Attipoe was a stereotype.

A stereotype military man.

Bald head, dark shiny beard and moustache and sharp eyes with a macho physique and bulging muscles. Warden Danso was right to tell him not to give the corporal any trouble. If he did, it was going to end in slaps.

Andrew watched as the corporal greeted the old man and then he sat in the car and started the engine. Turning on the radio so he wasn't obliged to strike conversation with Andrew. Andrew didn't mind, he liked the almost silence that was being observed in the car.

He didn't like the shackles however. From Boxter to Padmore was a-four-hour journey and an hour into the trip, he couldn't feel the circulation around his wrist.