Prison Bait: Bryson: Recovery

Chapter Three

I stayed in the cell of course, quietly wiping at tears that I thought I cried so long ago but it was obvious that I was still as sprung as before and being in his presence was definitely going to be hard after what he had said. I wiped yet another tear angrily as I realized how easily I let him get to me, even with his below the belt shots that would cause anyone to cry, he was a nobody and I didn't need him. Fuck him. That's right... FUCK FREDDIE WILLIAMSON. 

I slowly uncurled myself as I settled in my bunk and took a heavy, shaky breath while realizing that it was just the first day of any days. I will have him around for a while, until something happened and we would have to separate bunks and then I really wouldn't have to deal with him. However, the likeliness of that happening right now was so slim because there were so many new inmates coming in. Very well, from now on, I will be quiet and stick to myself and definitely keep him at a distance. I rolled over quickly as I heard footsteps and pretended to be sleeping as I held my breath while listening closely to see who it was, it was Freddie and someone else he was talking to. I slowly peeked to see who it was and tried to play it off as me stretching as I caught both of them looking at me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as they stopped talking and both openly stared at me, as if them peeking at me wasn't annoying enough. 

"I'll catch up with you later, Fred." The guy said before they dapped and he walked away.

Freddie eased into the cell with his eyes still on me, I only turned to face away from him as he used his bed for leverage to come face to face with the back of my head, I felt his breath on my neck.

"What the fuck you want?" I asked.

"Who the fuck you talking to like that?" He replied sternly, making me glance over at him before turning away without answering him. "That's what the fuck I thought, I'm wearing the pants still." He snorted, stepping down as I turned to face him and ask him what he meant.

It then dawned on me, he was talking about our little history together and how he used to dominate me so easily, he always wore the pants when we met up. He'd tell me exactly what to do and how to do it, and if it wasn't how he liked, he'd get a little aggressive. I only turned away from him to signal that this conversation was over, and even know, I knew that he hated when I do that. It got unusually quiet until I heard a soft crack before stinging rung from my left butt cheek, I gasped and reached back to grab it while looking at Freddie in utter shock, he wore a big smirk. I glared at him before grabbing my thin blanket and pulling it over my entire body, out of his sight but I knew he was still there, I could feel his presence close to me. 

"Aww, don't be mad at me, Barbie." He chuckled, grabbing my butt through the blanket and squeezing it, openly groping me. 

"Leave me alone." I muttered but I knew he heard it as his hand went still and he sighed as he left his hand placed on my butt.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I got a smartass mouth, I've been trying to work on it."

"No you haven't." I muttered again, which he let out a tiny, but fake chuckle cause he got caught right in his lie.

"Damn, my own babymama can't even tell when I'm lying..." He whispered, I just remained quiet as I closed eyes and quit fighting the sleep eating at my mind. "Don't go to sleep, it's time to eat."

I was jarred out of my dozing when Freddie grabbed my hip and jerked me awake, I grunted and pulled the clover tautly as he yanked at it with a light chuckle, his bipolar disorder was so underrated. I sighed as he continued to rock me awake roughly until I swung the covers from over my face to glare at him silently. He wore a smug look as he patiently waited for me to get up, and I didn't want to, I wanted to lay in my bunk for the next five years until it was my release date. I stared up at the concrete ceiling without even saying a word cause I knew that's what he wanted, for me to give him a reaction, but I didn't feel like it. I was still stuck on what he said, believe it or not, I didn't want to even be in the same cell with him anymore but I knew I couldn't just go to a guard and tell them to move me to another cell, it's never as easy as it seems. I slowly rose up as he grabbed my hand and literally started to pull me off the top bunk so easily, his face was telling me to not fight him as I quickly pulled my feet from under me.