Fighting For Arizona Franta

Chapter 22

Sam's P.O.V

He threw the first punch at my face. It hit my cheek and I felt the blood gush out my mouth. He came in for another swing when I ducked pushing him down the bus hallway onto the floor. He fell with a big thud. I put my hands up in a useless fighting position.

"Aw look at the little fucker. Can barely fight for himself." He cooed. I hit him in the jaw hard and I heard a cracking noise. He just spat a cracked tooth on the floor at my feet.

"Is that the best you got son?"

He quickly kicked me in the chest making me fall on the ground. Before I could get up, he kicked me good in the stomach. I doubled over groaning. He spat on me before hitting me in the head again. I could've swore I was going to black out. All of a sudden Jc's head popped into my mind and adrenaline started pumping through my body. I got up repeatedly punching him the stomach. He grunted falling to the ground to finish I kicked him in the head knocking him out. Silence except for the bumps on the road. Breathing heavily I took my seat from before. I heard low murmurs from everybody, but I didn't care. I just got into my first fight. And won.

*at the prison*

We were all handcuffed again and dragged to the building. We were in a single file line into the prison. I wasn't as nervous as I was before. As they leaded us to our jail cell the other inmates were screaming, cussing and spitting at us. All of us were put into one cramped jail cell. There was a toilet and that's it. And it was out in the open. I sat alone on the wobbly beds while the men started to pick on each other.

"Hey you." A man said to me. He looked like Zac Efron with a New York accent a little. He looked to classy I guess to be in here.

"What?"

"You beat him up?" He said nodding his head to the man from before who had bruises and scars all over him. He looked like he just lost his pride. I almost felt bad.

"Yeah." I said confidently.

"Takes guts. He's a big man. Whats your name?" He asked over walking over to me. He had to yell over the noise.

"Sam."

"Bam Sam. Big Sam." He said smirking.

"What's yours?"

"Nun-ya." He muttered.

"Why's it such secret?"

"it's for your own good. Trust me." He said sauntering away.

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When it was time to eat or as I like to call it shit on a plate we walked down the stair to a room with tables an benches. I sat down alone. They slammed down our food trey on the table making it splatter a tad. I grabbed my plastic fork and poked at uncooked looking meet. It was a (I don't know how else to put it) poop brown in the shape of a circle. Next to It was a goopy green substance that looked inedible. Than lastly the so called desert is a rock hard brownie. The only thing I was gonna chance is the milk. 1st mistake. I quickly spit it out making it splash on my inedible meal. The chunks of milk flew everywhere as the other men chuckled at me. I pushed my trey away and slammed my head down on the table with a thud. All of a sudden I felt a pressence and the slam of a trey near me. I looked up and saw the same guy from earlier eating that meat.

"How are you eating that?" I asked him disgusted.

"I'm hungry. And I'm not a little bitch." He pointed out stabbing another piece with his fork.

"Dick."

"Takes one to no one."

I just rolled my eyes trying to settled stomach from the milk.

"Drank the milk?"

"Yeah." I moaned holding my stomach.

"Throw it up. It'll be better in the long run."

"I'm not bulimic!"

"You don't gotta be. Go to the bathroom and throw it up. It ain't hard."

My stomach lurched at the thought. I hated throwing up.

"No way."

"Then deal with the diarrhea, nothing on me." He shrugged. I internally groaned.

"But-"

"Being a little bitch again?" He asked shoving the hard brownie down his throat.

"Fine!" I growled getting up walking to the bathroom. The stalls were filthy. Covered in grime, muck and people excess waste. I almost threw up right there. Okay just stick your hand down your throat. Come on. I quickly shoved my hand down my throat hitting my uvula. I gagged removing my hand and spilled all the contents and spoiled milk out my mouth. I gasped for air and sprayed water on my face. Jails gonna be rough.

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Oh my fuckin gosh. It's been like two months. SRY guys I needed to get my shit together. I promise I'll try harder. :)

-britishwriterliv