FREED

2 | Another Dead End

~ ONE YEAR LATER ~

Jayce POV

People don't understand you can actually loose your life in jail. There's more violence in the jail-house than there is on the streets.

It's not easy.

Sleepless nights,crappy food, psychotic people who have nothing to loose. After awhile you start to loose yourself. You start to loose sight of who are and what you have.

"NEXT!"

The lunch lady slaps down a piece of shit she calls food. I look at it for minute before looking at her.

"NEXT... MOVE IT!"

I turn around scanning the room. When my eyes set on a table I slowly made my way there. I slammed my tray down sitting next to Nick and across from Logan.

Logan and Nick was laughing about whatever they were talking about.

"She loves you." Nick jokes.

"You call her food shit one time..." I trail off and Logan smiles. I noticed it was only the three of us no sign of Alex.

"Where's Alex?"

Nick opened his mouth to answer but a very upset man beat him to it.

"WHY DONT YOU WAIT YOUR FUCKING TURN!"

The three of us sighs.

"You gonna take this or am I?" I nonchalantly sigh. I stood up kinda having an idea that I'd be the one.

"I did it yesterday." Logan rose his hands up in-defense.

"I did it day before." Nick adds.

I roll up my sleeves before heading over to the scene.

Alex stood by the water jug with his arms crossed. He wasn't scared nor mad, no he was relaxed as if he didn't give a shit that this six foot guy was about to bash his face in a wall.

"I really don't give a fuck!" Alex shot back.

"Do you know who I fucking am?"

"You burned down a building killing many and shot a few cops, Big deal." Alex blank face formed into a smirk. "I did that and more everyday while fucking your mom. By the way tell her Alex said hello."

Prison changes a person.

For better.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Or for the worse.

Alex burst out laughing as the guy winds up to punch him. I quickly step in front of him catching his fist before it hits me.

People gasp as I caught Ricky Thomas's hand. He's sorta the big dog in this hell hole. Him and a few other dogs hate us with a passion. We have past, before we ended up in jail.

"Jayce Calaway."

"Ricky Thomas." He yanks his fist out of my grip. "Fucking with us again? You must be pretty bored without your dogs here."

"Watch who your talking to. You think you're all bad but your not. You're here and not out there, you're a failure."

Some of his dogs were sentenced to death a couple of days ago. And some were punished because they harassed a cop.