Orange is the new Red ~Luke Brooks~

4. Thank Me Later

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Luke's POV

I continue to stand for a while, hovering over the chair that I had been sitting on previously, trying to make out the blur that just happened. This girl is so strange, she's more calm and collected when she's telling me that she murdered three fucķing people than when she's asking me for a piece of paper! To say she was a surprising individual would be a vast understatement.

"Well don't you look familiar?" A husky figure shadows behind me, breathing down my ear. As I turn to face him I'm hit with a wave of intimidation, something you can guarantee that this man has spent his whole life trying to master. And master it he has. His dark eyebrows are set into a deep frown which I can imagine is a permanent feature, along with his icy cold eyes and tense jaw. My mind briefly flickers back to yesterday when I realise where the sense of familiarity is coming from. He was the guard that was hassling Kat yesterday, the name Merrick is printed on a gold badge that hangs gracefully on his shirt.

I open my mouth to reply to him but force myself to keep quiet, coming to the conclusion that holding my silent streak is still going to help me in here. Regardless of Kat's opinion, I think it'll work so therefore I shall keep it up. Except when I'm around her I guess. However it best be Kat than anyone else, not being able to talk to anyone will drive me crazy.

His eyes instantly narrow. "Are you still not speaking? Keep it up, boy. I want to see how long it will be until I crack you." He glances around the room before his eyes settle on a young attractive man across the room from us that scans the cafeteria continuously. The man holds the exact same confident demeanour of Merrick. "Tyler!" He booms getting the man whom I now know to be Tyler's attention.

"Can I help you, boss," Tyler struts over sending Merrick a look that only I registered. A look of pity, hate and respect all mixed up in one. Clearly there's been some competition with these two.

"You're a new boy, he's a new boy," Merrick gestures to me and I grimace at the nickname. "Take him to his cell, perhaps you can give each other a few pointers."

"And why would I do that, you don't look like you're up to no good." It takes me a moment to realise that Tyler is talking to me. His eyebrows knit together in confusion when I don't reply.

"Exactly my point. He doesn't speak, it was funny at first but now it's proving a problem. We don't even know his name therefore no records are being pulled up about why he's here," Merrick says not bothering to keep this a secret, informing me of the effect my silence has. Urging me to do it further.

"Whatever you say, Merrick. I do find this hard to believe though, considering he's just been speaking to a girl for the last hour," Tyler challenges cockily, gaining the undivided attention of a curious Merrick.

"What do you mean he was speaking?" The atmosphere shifts dramatically. Merrick's eyes are filled with a silent fury that he appears to be trying his hardest to retain.

"To a girl about the same age. Attractive. I don't know her name though. On my first day she offered to suck me off in return for an extra piece of cake." Me and Merrick share a small chuckle knowing exactly who he's describing.

"That would be Kat," he informs and I have to resist the urge to say something, defend the girl that had shown me a somewhat sign of kindness. "I'll take care of that," Merrick grins showing a set of perfectly white but slightly crooked teeth.

Seeming to give up on the slight quarrel Tyler, whom I strangely feel a liking to, begins to take me to my cell. As a precaution he makes me walk with my hands placed on my head, as if it would prevent me from doing anything. "It says here that you're on the first floor," I just nod. "I bet your cell isn't the nicest huh?" He says and knowing that he's not going to get a reply carries on. "In the prison we have a little system, the worse the crime the worse the living conditions. Because we don't know anything about you I guess were assuming the worse, hence the nasty room. All I'm saying is if you can't handle it any longer, maybe you should just give them some information. Even your name." His voice holds a slight accent but I can't quite put my finger on it, however wherever it's from the steadiness but hardness off it is clear.