Revenge

Release

Chapter 2

Cameron’s POV

            I stepped out into the cold air. My day of freedom had finally arrived, but I was none too thrilled. It still felt cold and empty, I still felt alone. My rage still bubbled uncontrollably, but as of late I was controlling it. The doors closing behind me jolted my attention, and reminded me that I was free. I sighed in relief and started the slow walk towards the exit. Abey was outside the gates waiting for me, his muscle car making plenty of noise. After the gates opened, I got into Abey’s car quick.

            “Happy release day,” Abey said as I closed the door. I chuckled silently. Jail had admittedly changed my demeanor. Of course I had gotten into a few fights, but never really lost that bad. I had learned to keep to myself, even more than I was already doing.

            “I don’t think it’s as happy as you think,” I sighed, leaning back into the chair. It was hard and stiff, the car was a hand me down from Abey’s old man. I still remembered the day I went to jail, my father was furious. His exact words had been, ‘Don’t ever come back to my house’, which was the reason Abey was sitting here taking me home, instead of him.

            “Why not?” he asked, as he pulled out of the exit, driving away from the jail. It felt like a weight was lifted right off my shoulders as the jail disappeared behind me.

            “My father is going to kill me.” Abey glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

            “Live with your mom.” I had considered it while I was in jail. It would put me closer to my vengeance. Just the thought of snickering in triumph made my stomach feel like butterflies. I didn’t even care about my crush on Elena now, I wanted her dead. To have her blood on my hands would be the greatest feeling of my life. Raleigh could be next, I knew damn well that if she died in front of him, he would do nothing but blame his self. “Considering your revenge?”

            “Of course, it’s all I’ve thought about for the past two years.” I was telling the truth. Every night as I lay on my bunk bed, I plotted my revenge. I imagined squeezing the life out of that police officer Doug, Doug Kolinsky, seeing him die first would kick start my impotent rage. I knew Raleigh and Elena would be harder to crack, meaning I would have to break them from the inside. The idea had not come to me during the time I served, but I knew eventually it would come.

            “You hungry?” I nodded something other than prison food sounded like heaven.

            “As long as it’s not made by a chef of New York state corrections.” Abey laughed as he turned into the McDonald’s parking lot. The smell of fries hit my nose, causing me to sit up in my seat. For two years I had been locked in a hell hole filled with smells of dried blood, throw up, and sometimes feces. It was all around a disgusting predicament.

            “I highly doubt it. This is food cooked by high school kids.” I shook my head as Abey and I exited the car. Ah high school, I didn’t miss it at all. I had finished getting my GED in jail and that was the only good thing about it. Everything else was cliché, etched on my wall was a countdown to my release day, just like every other prisoner not serving a life sentence. I could still remember the strikes and how exciting the counting had become towards the final twenty marks. We entered the restaurant and I was hit in the face by heat. Everything seemed brand new, it seemed like incarceration had changed me. My eyes scanned the menu and then landed on the blonde cashier.

            “Welcome to McDonald’s, how may I take your order?” she asked, smiling. Abey ordered before me, so I got a good look at her. She was cute, I’d give her that. But then again, since I had just got out of jail, anything looked cute. When I stepped up to the counter, she smiled broadly.

            “And for you?” she asked, still smiling. I was wondering if her fake kindness was worth the pay. No one could pay me enough to stand behind a counter all day and be respectful to ungrateful bastards.

            “A number one and a number four,” I answered. I didn’t have any money, so Abey picked up the tab. Standing in the restaurant had given me a huge craving for it. The smells were driving me insane and when we finally got the food, I ate so fast that my stomach started to ache. I didn’t care; the only thing I was worried about was the taste of the food. Everything had seemed intensified, jail had really changed me, whether I wanted to admit it or not.

            “You look like you haven’t eaten in days,” Abey commented, sipping his soda. I nodded.

            “It’s been awhile since I’ve had good food,” I answered, my mouth full of fries.

            “What was it like man?” I froze after hearing the question, and then leaned back in the booth. After swallowing the food in my mouth, I spoke.

            “It gave me a lot of time to reflect on my life. It was like being trapped in your own personal hell of thoughts. You have no friends, everyone is an enemy. You can’t trust anybody, that’s how you get killed. It’s like being on the run, you have to live everyday and look at your surroundings. I admit, it has given me a slight bit of paranoia, but in time it should wear off. To be honest, I’m just happy to be out.” I plucked a piece of fry out of my teeth.

            “Was it really that bad?” Abey looked at me, concerned. I shook my head yes. The experience for me was that bad, but I didn’t know about anybody else.

            “My cellmate seemed to enjoy it. Well, the one I actually didn’t take my rage out on.” Abey shook his head.

            “You need to work on that.” I clenched my fist, then took a slow exhale.

            “How is Brice and his eye?”

            “He has a glass one now. It looks real, but to me it’s bad. Like, it’s just the thought you know.” I nodded my head that was an adjustment. I had no idea how Brice had learned to live with it, but somehow he did.

            “I just still can’t believe that he actually was stabbed, like when she did it and I realized what she did, it threw me for a loop.” I pilled all my trash onto the tray, talking about this subject was causing me to lose my appetite.

            “Are you finished?” I shook my head yes. The rage was starting to bubble inside of me and I could feel a growl rising in my chest. I did what I always did and counted down from ten. Sometimes it had worked, sometimes it didn’t. I had just learned to take my chances. Abey and I dumped out trays and then exited the restaurant, getting back in his car. “Where do you wanna go?”

            “My mom’s house.” I knew at my mother’s house, my revenge could be taken quickly and with brute force.

            Things were bound to get interesting.