Locked up l.s.

2. Just a tiny task

Louis pov.

I thought I was stronger than this. I thought I could last longer. I really did. Bur here I am trying to cover my puffy eyes before anyone wakes up so no one could tell I have been crying.

It's about an hour till breakfast starts. And almost everybody is asleep. I however spend the whole night muffling my quiet cries in a pillow. If I couldn't get any more pathetic I find myself actually considering agreeing to become some gangs puppet just so I could get some pills and protection. Even though I have been clean for months.

Of course I'm not a complete idiot and I have no reason to trust them yet and their proposal sounded too good to be true so yesterday when they asked I said no.

But the night was so dreadfull. This place never got quiet and the noises at night were horrible.

I may have heard someone getting raped without being able to do anything to help that poor guy. The sounds of violence, cries and constant begging. That's something that I won't ever be able to forget. And now I fear that someday I mess things up so badly that something like that happens to me.

But that's not the worst thing at night nor is the smell or the fact of being locked up because I'm used to those things or at least I know I will be.

It is however the never stopping feeling of disappointment. I don't know if I can ever get used to that even though I should be by now. Because that's what I do. I disappoint myself time after time.

They say you get used to prison and that's something I want to believe but I just don't want to suffer till that happens. Maybe I could escape the reality untill I'm settled and take the gangs offer. But I'm still on the fence about it because I don't trust them and this agreement may cost me more than I would cain from it.

...

I'm standing in breakfast line. Waiting to get some bread and yoghurt that looks surprisingly good. I mean I expected something dry and moldy so anything better than that is good but is still clear that this is facility food.

Mornings weak moment of mine is almost forgotten when I see something that makes me sick.

This blond kid, near my age maybe younger comes in limping. I know he's the victim I just know. It's all over his face even though he tries not to show any emotion.

But that's the thing. It's seems like there's no emotion behind him to hide. His eyes are empty. I saw him yesterday in the yard. Then he was alone but he still seemed to be full of joy.

Today however he looks like his spirit is crushed and his soul is no longer here. The kid is not crying only blinking. Only thing that gives away what he's been through apart limping is little shaking that he can't control.

Seeing this really made me thinking. I'm in same situation than this person. I have no one. If I annoy wrong person I'm gonna be in danger and if I wanna survive I gonna need some protection.

Deep inside I know this doesn't solve anything but I am desperate and one thing that the streets have taught me is living one problem at the time and now I need protection and drugs and I know where I can get both. So I go in the gangs table and say I want in. Regretting it while saying.

"Take a seat." They answer And I sit.

"Now Tomlinson tell us how you changed your mind so quickly?"

I glanced over the raped kid and answer: "Just saw the benefits more clearly that's all."

They must have seen my quick glance because one of them says laughing: "Oh lil kid are you scared that you will end up like Nelson. Is that why you came here?"

"I can handle me self alright mate." I try to defend myself.

"If you say so little one. If you're not scared which I think you are you must be a crackhead. There's no other reason to do this."

"Stop troubling your head with my reasons and just tell me my task." I say trying not to give anything away.

"Fine. Are you ready to hear it?" This guy with suspiciously disgusting smile said.

I didn't say anything to that. Just waited them to tell what they have in their mind.

"See that muscular guy over there?" One says pointing a guy few tables away. The one that speaks have huge flower tattoo in his arm. I think others call him poppy after that tattoo. It seems like he is the leader but I'm not sure.

"Yup. What about him.?" I ask trying to sound cool but actually being slightly scared of what they say next cos that guy is definitely someone I don't want to anger.

"He's called Thompson and he caused some serious damage to our gangs business last week that we didn't really appreciate let's put it that way."

"And..?" I really want to ask what he did and what is this business they are talking about but I'm forcing myself not to. The atmosphere tells me this is not right place or time to ask questions.

"So here's the deal. You take this bag" They said handing me a plastic bag with some drugs in it. Which I just stare without taking it. "...and hide it in his bunk. That's all you have to do. We take care of the rest."

Honestly I don't want to cause any trouble for someone I don't even know so I ask: "and what if I say no?"

They start to laugh at me. And after some time one of them manages to say: "you already had your chance to say no. You're in this or you're next."

I gulb. Hoping they didn't notice or care how scared I am and I do something that I know I will regret and take the drugs while guards are not watching and put them inside my shirt.

"You get your reward after you're done with your task." They say and leave.

...

This is nothing I can't handle. I mean this could be worse. Right? It's really easy job actually if I think about it. I just go inside his bunk with some excuse, hide the drugs and leave.

Did I got myself in this trouble because moment of weakness? Yes I did. But the situation could be worse. The task really is easy and after that I can forget this never happened.

The only thing that bugs me a little is the fact that I have nothing against this person and I know what I'm about to do will cause deep trouble for him. And to be honest I don't really even know why I'm actually doing this.

But does doing that really bother me? No not really. This Thompson guy is in prison so he's definitely not innocent and whatever he did to annoy Two ghosts he probably did knowing what he was doing. Furthermore I'm criminal so this is nothing I haven't done before and if I gain some protection over this, it's definitely worth it.

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Here it is. What do you think? Is Louis choice understandable after his mental breakdown or is his action totally insane and foolish in any circumstances?