Trainwreck |✔️

CHAPTER 45

I'm apologising for the slowness again, I wrote a chapter for this part but it was AWFUL like a five year old could have written better. So I scrapped that and wrote this one which I prefer a whole lot more 🥳 and then when I was editing I added a prison flashback so that added an extra couple of hours.

Ant's POV

I didnt know if it was morning or the middle of the night when I woke, it could have been either. But I woke up with my heart pounding against my rib cage and sweat glistening over my body. The dream had been short, but painfully real. It couldn't really be called a dream it was more like a memory with a cruel plot twist at the end.

The picture was clear as day, I even felt my palm tingle as the callous skin connected with soft, pale flesh and the thud of Dec crashing to the floor. Only this time he didn't get up. Blood poured from his head from where it had whacked against the wall.

The image was paralysing. Even though we had talked it through and Dec had forgiven me the weight of the guilt was painful on my chest. When I thought about it, I could hardly breath.

I knew what one hit could do. I'd seen it multiple times in prison. A brawl in the showers turned to a murder investigation and with one whack, a lunch tray used in a riot turned into the weapon that caused brain damage.

A streak of fear ran through me. I'd still been 17 when I got caught up in my first riot. I hadn't started it. Two gangs decided it was their business to help me get 'settle in' since I sat alone most of the time. That was strange by itself, no one sat alone unless they had a death wish, even in the grave people were scared of Simon though so I didn't get any shit. I stayed mostly silent and let them argue amongst themselves, it seemed they only wanted me because I had 'connections' although I was yet to be introduced to said connections.

It started to get heated, one guy about 6ft 2 tried to grab me and I reached by pushing him away. The other gang also came to my aid but then decided that gave them a right to pull me with them.

A young looking guard and slightly fatter, older one came to settle the argument. That's when everything went to shit and when first met Billy...

Flashback. - warning for pretty bad language.

We'd drawn quite a crowd by now. I listened silently as I always did. I was 17, most kids my age joined a gang to protect themselves or were forcefully pulled into one to be used cause they were young and pretty. I wasn't going to join a gang if I was already in one. There were a crew who used to work for Simon so I stuck with them in the showers and on lunch break but other then that I was a bit of a lone wolf. That didn't settle well with the two of the three main gangs apparently and a bidding war had sort of started. Only they had started off bidding now they were just threatening each other.

"Look man the boy don't wanna hang out with youse so get lost."

I wasn't really listening to any of it. Any minute now social time would be over and I could go back to my cell where the risk of being knifed might get dropped to minimal.

"Fuck off Jay ya pedo he's not gonna suck you off ya fucking puff." Jesus Christ when is this gonna end. I rolled my eyes and stood up from the bench I'd been on.

I hadn't lost my cool once so far in prison, but when five sausage fingers went in my hair and sat me back down the guy was pinned to the table before either of us could blink. The tug of my hair as I pulled him off and twisted his arm hurt but I didn't care. He shouldn't have fucking done that.

"I was not some fucking puppet you can throw around. Keep your fucking hands to yourself." I spat at the taller man. I noticed two guards out of the corner of my eye start to approach slowly, cautious. I caught the eye of the newer one with black curly hair, he gave me an intense look and I understood. 'None of us like the situation we are in so don't fuck it up.'