Us Monsters (Wip)

•Chapter 4•

"Visitation day, a-holes." A guard calls, swinging his lanyard as he saunters in front of a crowd of people.

His fellow guards glare at him, unappreciative of how immature he always acts. It impacts their reputation, but they never utter a word. Some fights aren't worth it.

"Some of you fuckers got lucky enough to be on my list, but you'll just wait til I say so. I mean, you got all the time in the world." He says, waving a clipboard in front of the unamused crowd.

John and Alex exchange a look, sighing at the man. This specific guard was a reoccuring annoyance in everyone's life, not even the warden knew why he was kept around.

"What is he doing?" Lafayette whispers to his brother as he walks up to the pair.

"Visitation day. Johnny's mom comes every so often, so we gotta wait to sre if his name's called. But unless we have a correspondant on the other end we just do our regular duties." Alex responds.

Lafayette doesnt really understands, but still mouths an 'oh' to his brother, not wanting to make him repeat it.

The guard looks back with a smile to see his fellow guards are not nearly as amused.

"Tough crowd." He mumbles, raising his eyebrows as he looks down at the clipboard.

"Okay, this is in no specific order. Dont think I have favorites. I hate all you equally. Reynolds. Anderson. Jasper. Laurens-Who here has the longest name in world? Im not saying this. What is this, spanish? Speak english." He mumbles. A different guard steps forward, snatching the clipboard from the surprised man.

"This is French." She says, glaring at him. "Marquis de Lafayette."

Both of the brother's heads pop up.

"What?" The taller of the two says, but his voice in unheard above the sound of everyone else walking back to their cells.

"Lucky you." Alexander mumbles, walking away before either of the two men can say anything.

"Whats up with him?" Lafayette asks John as they start walking towards the visitation room.

"Your dad never visited him in here, not even once." John explains, remembering the days the man would sob for hours.

He tries to brush it from his thoughts as the pair walk into a large room filled with tables, each one seating an inmate and their visitor.

Lafayette was busy remembering days of his own, when his father would lock himself in his office, refusing to see any of his children.

The frenchman remembered how he looked those days. When he finally came out he would have blooshot eyes, and despite how strong he always seemed someone who knew him long enough could see the difference in him. How sad, and broken he was.

Lafayette prays that he doesn't look like this now, today. It'd be too much to have to see him like that again.

But as he's directed to a seat, he sees a different familiar face that makes him breath a breath of relief.

"Bonjour, mama." He says, kissing her hand.

"No physical contact." A guard barks from the back of the room.

They both sigh as Lafayette lets her hand go.

"How are you?" He asks, sitting down across from her. She looks different than when he last saw her.

"I should be asking you that." She says, chuckling in a warm voice that comforts her son, "Youre dad and I just wanted to see how you were doing in here."