Behind Bars - Scomiche

Chapter 5

Mitch POV

I sit there in horror as Scott tells me about the bearded horror, who we now know to be called “Kapper”. He hasn’t been given extra time or even isolation for the fight, because everyone is scared of him, even Will. I feel so horrible about myself. If I’d have stayed, it would have been me that got hit and not him. Why did he defend me? It doesn’t make sense.

“Have you been to the hospital block?”

He laughs.

“As if. They carted me here and literally threw me in. I think I’m in more trouble than Kapper.”

That isn’t fair. Why would they do that? I say my goodbye to Scott and head over to Will’s office, ignoring the rest of the roll call. I knock angrily on his door. He opens it and smirks at me, as I ignore the throbbing in my knuckles due to knocking too hard.

“Alright Potatohead?”

I pretend to laugh and then immediately stop to show how unfunny that is.

“Why is Scott being treated like he’s the bad guy yet Kapper is treated like nothing has happened?”

He looks at me evilly and turns away.

“You’re new so you don’t know the rules OK? Kapper runs this place more than we do. He’s in for horrific crimes and trust me, you don’t want to associate yourself with anyone that crosses his path.”

Well OK. If he thinks that he will scare me then he’s right, but I’m not going to now just ignore Scott and pretend he didn’t get beaten up for me. In a sad, cute sort of way, it’s the nicest thing anyone has done for me. I owe him one, even if he INSISTS that I don’t, the least I can do is be his friends. Or at least associate. I need to remember my position. I am a WARDEN. I can’t get too close to him or I might help him escape or something ridiculous like that. I feel pretty conflicted right now.

I leave Will’s office and do the rest of the roll call in a daze.

Scott POV

Once Mitch leaves, I sit on my bed, thinking. My mattress is super uncomfy, especially with my new bruises. No one tells you how DEPRESSING prison really is. To my left I have a toilet that reeks (wasn’t me) and has no lid. I have a sink with cold water and no soap, in case I try and eat in to die apparently. I have this awful bed with what looks like blood stained sheets which is a little freaky. That is literally it. I have the smallest window in the history of the world, and as we are slightly underground, I can occasionally see people’s ankles which is exciting. The lighting is fluorescent tubing that is so bright that is hurts my eyes, even when they are shut.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but prison is a lot more boring than I thought. 9 hours a day I’m locked in here (not including lights) and for what? It wasn’t even me for Christ’s sake! I have lost everything. Even if I get out my family hate me, none of my friends talk to me and Alex. I lost Alex. I would have eaten that soap if they’d have given it to me but they didn’t so I can’t.

I need Mitch more than he knows. He doesn’t know what I’m suspected of doing and that’s good. I’m not being judged and at the moment that’s the kind of person I need. He is so adorable, with his little beard and his beautiful eyes. I can’t even cope with his hair, it is just so perfect. I worry that I put pressure on him by telling him about Kapper’s but I thought it would be best coming from me. He is just so… I can’t describe it. I have nothing to do for the next 9 hours so let’s fantasize…