Love In The Prison [BoyxBoy]

The lonely boy

Austin’s P.O.V

«We need to talk about Jaguar» I said to my father who was sitting in front of his office table with bunch of papers, scattered over his desk, an empty coffee cup beside a few pens and glasses.

He looked up at me and straight into my eyes. He had a tired look on his face.

“Jaguar?” he said sounding surprised before he sat up leaning on the chair. I nodded my head closing the door behind me and walking over to the couch before settling down on it.

His office was old looking, nothing really fancy in it. Books, papers and files scattered everywhere. Pictures of people – people as in murderers, bombers, abusers, thieves etc. The only thing “light” or “colourful” you can call was two pictures. One was the picture of his family which was him, mom, me and our dog Raven. And the other was a picture of him and mom the day they married each other which was 20 years ago.

“Why is someone like him doing here?” I asked him and he just looked at me deep in thought. I licked my lips and leaned forward my elbows on my knees as I stared at him waiting for an answer.

He sighed before he stood up not looking at me.

“Well…?” I said feeling inpatient so I took a deep breath knowing it wouldn’t help pushing him like that because of my impatience.

“Jaguar… has always been a lonely boy.” He suddenly said making me look up at him confused. He was now holding a picture in his hands. He walked over to me before settling down beside me.

“His parents left him when he was just a small infant. They were very young and foolish and before they knew it Mary got pregnant. She was only 16 almost 17 at that time. She didn’t want to take abortion so they decided that they were going to leave him in a foster home.” He said and I stared shocked at him before he gave me the picture in his hands.

I looked down at it and found a cute little boy probably 7 years old standing there alone looking out the window.

“This is Jaguar when he was 8 years old. I took this picture when he wasn’t looking. He was crying that day, not telling anyone. Just being by himself, always blaming himself for being the cause of his parents leaving him and not loving him. It was hard watching him like that, even though we took him in, he never opened up. Always stayed in the shadows.” He sighed rubbing his eyes. I ran my finger over the picture.

“I didn’t know…” I whispered feeling sad all of a sudden. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around facing my dad.

“I know you didn’t Austin, not many knows.” He said with a serious look on his face.

“After a few years he started to cause trouble, always got detention at school, caused mischief and trouble everywhere he went. He soon got into some kind of gang, stole, drank, dealt with drugs, but I have never seen him take one though. He’s a smart kid, I knew that he would never take drugs, he knew better than that. He was never caught when the police was after them, but then when he turned 15 he somehow managed to steal 10.000 dollars from an old rich woman that was probably waving the money in people faces, bad thing to do with Jaguar being there at the moment.” He chuckled shaking his head and I just stared at him surprised.

Was my father, the head of the prison, taking in bad people for causing trouble, chuckling while he talked about Jaguar stealing money? The heck!?

“He managed to hide his face, grab the money while she was alone at some point and before she knew it she was without money, and no proof of who it was behind the mask. I found the money in his drawer when I was looking through his things. I even found a gun in there, with one single bullet. I guess I was too shocked to think about it, but now… I am afraid he wanted to take his own life with this one bullet that was in the gun. I got him arrested because of stealing, and he was in this prison for two months as a 15 years old.” He said and I just sat there listening.

What a ruff life this guy had. I never imagined that his life was this hard, and he isn’t even an adult! I sighed and ran my hand through my hair taking in the information I got from my father.

“He got out after two months and we thought that it would maybe change him somehow, but I guess it didn’t. It only mad everything worse. He became more distant, not caring about anything not even himself, fighting all the time, training until he fainted, barely eating or sleeping. It was horrible. We were worried about him and it killed your mother seeing him like that.” He said with sad lost eyes and I blinked looking at him.

“Why haven’t I ever seen him?” I asked shocked from the information. My parents knew him all his life, but I didn’t, how come?

“He had his own small apartment where he lived, and you were off with your friends, school, sleepover and other things, we allowed you all of that because it made you happy. We didn’t want you to know Jaguar not because of thinking he could become a bad influence, but simply because he didn’t want to. He didn’t really want to have anything to do with my family, he told me he was grateful for everything, but that it was unnecessary, because he would only bring trouble to us and he didn’t want that. He was at times beaten up so badly he barely made it home. There were knife marks on his body, it was awful. He came to us with a broken arm and a bullet in his leg, asking for some towels and water because he didn’t have clean ones. He didn’t ask for help, just for those two things. We took him to the hospital even though he didn’t want to, and after he was treated he ran away from the hospital the same night and we haven’t seen him after that. He was 16 when he ran away. Not until I heard about the “accident” and I met him here a few days ago.” He suddenly stood up with clenched fists as he walked back to his office desk and sat down in front of it.

“What accident?” I asked him and he just shook his head looking down at the files in front of him.

I stood up and walked over to him. I need to know! What accident? What happened?

“What accident? Dad!” I almost shouted at him when he ignored me. What the hell?

“Go now, I’m tired and need to finish work!” he said with a strict voice before waving me off. I gritted my teeth angry before turning around and walking out the door before closing it hard behind me.

God what the hell?

Starting with telling me and not even bothering to finish the story!? What does he mean accident? God, I’m dying of knowing!  

I need to find Jaguar and find out about him! I started to run to his cell, but then something hit me.

I don’t know where his cell is! Damn it!

I looked around in search for a guard but found no one. What the hell? When you don’t need them they are crawling around everywhere, but when you actually need one, no one is frigging around!?

I suddenly saw a light brown haired young guard and ran off to him.

“Hey you with the light brown hair!” I shouted out to him and he suddenly stopped and turned looking confused around before he spotted me.

“Yes?” he asked as I catch up to him. I look at him and meet his chocolate brown eyes. I didn’t know we had such young guards here, he must be a few years older than me, probably 22 or 23.

“Could you please take me to Jaguars cell?” I asked him and he suddenly had an alerted look on his face before he hid it and I sent him a confused look.

“Ehm… sure, but why if I may ask? Did Jag do something?” he asked me and I shook my head.

“No he didn’t, just that I need to talk to him and ask a few questions.” I said and he just nodded his head. I looked at the guard walking in front of me and rose a brow. What a weird guy.

“What’s your name by the way?” I asked him as I walked after him.

“Alex.” He said before silence filled the air.