Trapped

11

"Hi." I smile at Shawn as I walk into his cell.

I went to sleep as soon as I talked to my mom last night. I had no time to process what happened in that diner with my dad, or with Aaron in his car. I just fell asleep and woke up early to come here. I haven't thought about any of it and if I'm honest I don't want to right now. If I think more of it I'll just be angry. I'm just going to focus on my job today.

"Hello." He looks up from me from his bed. "That kid you brought here yesterday was nice." He smiles.

"Really?" I chuckle.

"Yeah, why is that shocking?"

"No. Well yes, you don't find anyone nice." I shrug.

"I find you nice."

"Right." I roll my eyes.

"No seriously, I do find you nice apart from the fact you piss me off and the eye rolling thing is getting old." He laughs.

He's so happy today, so playful. I don't know how to feel about it. He really is changing to get out of here. Despite the fact that he said I piss him off he's being nice and I hope he keeps up this behaviour because I'm not prepared for another black eye anytime soon.

"I have to go to get you breakfast now." I laugh, not elaborating on the fact that he called me annoying, I don't want to piss him off and I'm not in the mood myself.

I leave Shawn's cell to go to the canteen and get him breakfast. I've learnt what I have go get him now. Once I got it wrong and he was shouting at me. It's cereal, corn flakes of course. Two slices of toast water and an apple. Shawn once told me he wishes he could have a 'real' breakfast because this shit was pissing him off. He said the day he woke up to the sweet smell of fresh bacon, eggs, sausages, and baked beans he would be just slightly happy in this self described 'hell hole'.

I get back into his cell and put the tray down on the side table with a loud sigh. I'm trying to compose myself, I'm trying to not think about every thing that went on yesterday. I'm trying to just be here and do my job then go home and watch my father lie to my mom for the rest of our lives.

"What's wrong." Shawn asks, scoffing down his breakfast like he's never been fed before.

"Nothing."

"I'm not stupid. Was it that Aaron guy?"

"No. You just said he was nice why would he do anything to me?"

"I don't know, I'm not too good at judgement." He shrugs.

I don't know if I want to tell Shawn. If I tell him he'll talk about it and I don't want to talk about it. I don't even want to think about this shit but him bringing it up has made me anyway.

"My dad is having an affair." I blurt out and he chokes on his soggy cereal.

"What?" He tries to catch his breath.

"I caught my father yesterday, he walked into the diner I was having lunch with Aaron in. He was with a young blonde woman and had his hand around her waist laughing with her."

"Did he kiss her?"

"No?"

"Then how do you know he's cheating?"

What the hell is he talking about?

"Did you not just hear what I said?"

"Yes. But you have no real proof, maybe you should just hear him out."

"Proof? Did you not just hear what I fucking said, he walking in with a girl as young as me practically dressed as a hooker and his hand was so damn low around her it was nearly on the god damn floor, if that isn't proof enough then I don't know what is."