Beautiful Day

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chester’s POV

          A month had passed. A whole month in prison. He’d been moved around to a new cell with some other inmate who hated him and made sure to keep him out of the way. He wasn’t cut out for prison. He shivered in his orange prison suit as he walked to a table by himself. He sat alone like he always did. He missed Mike. He missed the band. Why hadn’t anyone come by to talk to him yet? Not one of the members of the band had seen him yet. He sniffled quietly and started eating whatever the fuck he’d been eating for the past month. Had he been abused here? Yes. Of course he would be. Being fucking Chester Bennington didn’t give him any status here. He felt the swelling around his eye. He’d been beaten up at least ten times during the month. And he was sick from the withdrawal of his drugs. No cigarettes, no cocaine, no meth. It was probably the worst situation he could be in.

          “Hey pretty boy.”

          Chester shivered as a few inmates sat down across from him. They were the ones that his previous roommate had told him about. Phil and his groupies. They insisted on calling him ‘pretty boy’ because of who he was. Everyone knew who he was but they didn’t give him any recognition for his singing. He was recognized for his pathetic existence.

          “Fuck off,” Chester muttered.

          “Oh come on Chazzy-Boy….”

         

          That name. He shot out of his seat and tripped backwards. He crashed onto the ground and a few of the guys snickered. He was thrown back to being eleven years old and sexually abused by those men. That’s what they’d always called him. He shook his head.

          “No, no, get away,” he said holding his hands out. Everyone was watching, he could tell. He hated the fact that they all saw what a loser he was.

          “What’s wrong buddy? Wake up with another nightmare?” Phil asked. Chester felt tears prick his eyes. His nightmares had gotten worse and Phil’s cell was right next to his. He heard everything. Phil laughed and shook his head.

          “Don’t hurt him! Please don’t hurt him! I’m so sorry Mikey,” Phil mocked. Chester felt the tears run down his face.

          “S-Shut up.”

          “But isn’t Mikey the reason you’re in here?”

          “Shut up.”

          “Please don’t die Mikey, please don’t die. I love you, I’m sorry,” Phil mocked. Chester stared up at him.

          “S-Stop.”

          “Your little boyfriend almost died on you didn’t he? You were almost all alone. Poor little Chazzy, all alone without Mikey to take care of you. But that’s where you are now. What are you gonna do without him?”