Sound of the Sins |H.s

XIII

The building's map^^
(First floor)

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Harry's pov

After Ara left I made my way out of the visiting room, first getting checked by the guard to see if anything has been exchanged between the inmates and visitors before passing the hallways to be met with the crowd of inmates all around the hallways minding their own business. I noticed Alex arm wrestling with one of the inmates. This fucker really loves always messing around the inmates. I wonder he's even allowed to do all these things. But who actually cares about rules in this place? He was too focused to notice me walking up to him. Eyebrows furrowed and sweat on his forehead and both of their biceps bulging out. The other inmate's face was also red looking like he was gonna explode. I stood beside the table, all the other inmates cheering them up, shouting and cursing while we watched them struggle against each other's hands.

I crossed my hands over my chest and waited impatiently for him. Their elbows were resting exactly in the middle of the table, both of their hands in stasis as none of them let the other ones push their hand down but then in a blink of an eye Alex pushed the other guy's arm down with the pressure of his palm, his fist squeezing the guy's hand even after the game was over, with a disgusting smirk on his face. The inmate looked like he wanted to punch him in the face but as long as that will cost him something he just harshly swatted his hand away with a glare on his face as he stood up from his seat, some other inmates jeering and hooting Alex, some of them patting the inmates back and nodding their head at him.

Alex seemed really satisfied with himself as he smirked at all the inmates, shoving them away if they tried to fight him or anything. I was still standing there looking bored. Finally he saw me, first he acted like he didn't give a fuck what I wanted to tell him but after about a minute of me standing there and glaring at him his smirk vanished and he looked at me shaking his head in a questioning way.

I gestured for him with my head to meet me in the veranda at the back of the prison and made my way to the place without bothering to turn around to see if he's followed me or not.

When I arrived there was a couple of old heads sitting at the corner, talking to each other but immediately when they saw me glaring hardly at them they stood up, making their way out of the place and minding their own business. After a moment of me looking around the prison carelessly, I felt a pat on my shoulder, causing me to turn around.

Alex stood behind me, his arms crossed with his muscles bulging through his shirt as he raised his eyebrows at me. We both looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to our small conversation before I got closer to him and started talking unnoticeably.

"Wanted to talk to you about Liam." I said and he rolled his eyes harshly, seeming unsatisfied with the subject. I couldn't care less actually.

"I don't want you selling drugs to him anymore."

"You do fucking realize that you can't talk to me like that right? Stop fucking bossing me around or not only will I continue on my job but also I will do something that will make you regret ever talking to me like that." He whisper shouted not wanting the other inmates to hear us, raising his finger in front of my face.

I swatted away his hand angrily.
"You think you're the innocent one here, but all you disgusting guards and officers are guiltier than most of us." I snapped at him. I hated each and every one them to death. They were all stupid pricks that deserved to die and be tortured just like what they're doing to us.

He looked like he was gonna explode as I saw him boil with anger before he grabbed my collar and pushed me hardly, causing my back to hit the wall behind me with a thud. I didn't expect him to start a fight cause that would gain too much attention but as long as he was a guard he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to. He thinks I will just stand here and look at him just because later I'll have to pay for what I've done but he is so wrong. I couldn't care less about how or when they're going to punish me so I reacted quickly, my fist making contact with his jaw, causing him to stumble back from the impact as his eyes widened with his hands rubbing his now broken jaw.