Prison Bitch by Matthew0023

Chapter one: The Big House

Fear gripped the boy as he walked into the long hall. His arms shook uncontrollably in front of him and he tried to block out the sound of the jeering men in the halls. The guards grabbed onto his arms and shoved him into his new home. The cold concrete 9 by 12 room was anything but inviting. Its bare walls, dirty floor and the lack of lighting made him feel empty inside. The heavy door was slammed behind him. Aidan took a step into the room looking for a place to put his small box of valuables. He stopped when he saw the bunk beds. A man was lounging on the bed reading a book. He did not yet seem aware of his new cell mate.

He stood in the center of the room, a small desk was to his right, across from the bed. Aidan, unsure of what to do, cleared his throat weekly. The stranger looked up from his book and over to Aidan.

"H-Hi." Aidan said meekly, but then stood embarrassed when the man said nothing. He was muscular, with a crew cut and Aidan thought he had a rather Mediterranean look about him. "I'm Aidan." He said and waited for a reply.

"Travis," He said, his voice deep. He looked over Aidan and frowned. "You can't be an age over nineteen." He said and Aidan thought he was generous with his estimation.

"Seventeen." Aidan said still standing in the room. Travis sat up, hard muscle showing through his white wife beater.

"You're just a baby." He said reaching to a small table and grabbing a cigarette. He lit it and Aidan frowned. Were they allowed to have lighters?

"I guess." Aidan said. "How old are you." Travis took a deep drag and then looked at him.

"Sit down." He said motioning to the bed, and Aidan sat next to him. "Smoke?" He asked and Aidan shook his head, and rested his brown box on his lap. "I'm twenty nine." He said. Aidan said nothing, looking around the small room.

"What are you in for?" Aidan asked but immediately felt as if he shouldn't. His hands shook and he was about to apologize when Travis spoke.

"Look kid, you gotta learn not to act like such a pussy. You're gonna get yourself ripped to shreds in here. Pretty little thing like you wont last long, trust me." Travis said.

"I know, I know," Aidan said nervously. "I just don't belong here, I didn't do anything wrong."

"Sure" Travis barked out a laugh. "Neither did anyone else in here."

"No, really." he said putting his box on the bed and turning towards Travis. "I didn't do it."

"What they get you for?"

"They said I murdered my girlfriend." Aidan said fidgeting with his hands. "But I didn't, I wasn't even in the state when they said I killed her. I had no money, and couldn't get a good lawyer."

"Well, it musta been one brutal murder, to send you here as an adult at seventeen."

"It wasn't good." Aidan said.

"I killed a guy in a bar fight. Got so wasted, I don't remember none of it. All I know is one minute I was talking to this dude, next second, I wake up in the hospital, handcuffed to my bed, with five blue boys standin' in the room, got fifteen years." He said with a laugh. Aidan felt like crying. He was sitting next to a murderer, who felt no remorse. Sure he was drunk, but shouldn't he feel bad? "Woah, kid, don't let them see you cry understand." he said and stood up. He pick up a blue shirt from a chair and put it on, without buttoning it up.