"H-he's about to kill him-! Why aren't the guards doing anything!?"
He scoffed at the small teen.
"They have this prison to make sure we don't get out...They don't give a fuck about what we do to each other inside."
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~Cough Julian Cough~
Finley smiled at the lady at the front desk. She just rolled her eyes, and typed Finley's name into her computer that sat at her desktop. She continued chewing her gum, and lazily grabbed Finley's key to his dorm and handed it to him. This prison was a little different from others. Instead of having cells with bunk beds and a bucket to pee in, they had dorms. Not the most cozy, but better than cells. Finley thanked her, and rushed away from the annoyed woman. He trotted around the school, in search of the hallway that was filled with dorms. After about 10 minutes, he had finally found it, and was overjoyed to have accomplished doing something. Even if that something was as simple as finding a room. He walked down the hall of mostly opened doors with boys who glared at him from inside. He laughed nervously under his breath, and began walking faster. He found his room at the end of the hallway, and saw the door was closed, with a green ring around the knob. This was confirmation that he indeed, had a room mate.
More like a cellmate. Finley gripped his key tightly, and inserted it into the keyhole.He heard the satisfying click, and turned the handle before pushing the doors open. Finley froze in his tracks, and a bright red blush spread across his face. Austin was doing pull-ups shirtless. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and a towel draped over his neck. Austin's six pack was quite visible, and was outlined by shiny beads of sweat that glistened off his skin. He turned his attention to a flustered Finley, who stood in shock. He rolled his eyes, and let himself drop to the ground. Austin grabbed the towel off of his neck, and wiped his forehead, before grabbing his cig, and puffing out a cloud of smoke.
"You feel like coming in, or just standing there watching me?" He growled at Finley, puffing another cloud of smoke from his cig. Austin's voice was a smooth, low rumble, that could scare off anyone who heard it. Finley turned a brighter red and shuffled inside before closing the door after him. He glanced around the room. Little living room.. but home-y. As home-y as possible in a prison. There was a small couch with little decorative pillows. It was worn down, but still had it's noticeable bright color. In front of the couch was a circular wool-knit rug with a spiral going in, and tassels hanging off. There was a small padded chair next to the couch, and a T.V in front.
"Woah..." Finley mumbled to himself. Austin glanced at Finley who was admiring the room. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Austin grabbed his towel and began to wipe off his chest, while Finley made a big deal of trying not to look. Austin just smirked, and slipped on a shirt before walking to their bedroom. Finley took one glance around the room and followed Austin to the room. It wasn't as big as the living room, but was still a nice size. There was a large bunk-bed on the right side of the room, and a door that led to a bathroom on the left. There was a large rug on the floor, and a shelf full of books, board-games, and knickknacks that Finley was guessing were Austin's. Finley eyed a dagger and a gun and froze.
'What if this guy stabs me in my sleep-!?'
Finley cringes and stiffly walks to the bunk, and sets his bag down. He stared up at the top bunk and scrunched his nose. He didn't like the thought of heights. Even if it was just a few feet off the ground.
'What if he stabs me through the mattress-'
Finley grabbed his bag and threw it on top of the bunk, before climbing up there himself.
'Or he could climb up here quietly and stab my feet- so I can't run away- then finish me off with his gun-!?'
Finley began to realize he was being ridiculous, but decided to be cautious anyway.He sighed and patted the blanket that laid on the bed. It was uneven, so Finley spread it out and tucked in the corners. Austin emerged from the restroom, a new cigarette hanging from his mouth. He glanced at Finley with cold eyes and puffed out another cloud of smoke. Finley held back the urge to cough from the intoxicating fumes. He came to the conclusion that he would have to get used to the smell.
Finley wasn't going to be leaving this hell hole anytime soon, and he knew it. He watched Austin from his bunk and opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Finley slid off the bed and onto the ladder, and climbed down it. He stopped by Austin and looked at him. Austin raised an eyebrow, and puffed out another cloud of smoke.
"Uh t-thank- t-the uhm- f-" Finley cursed himself for not being able to talk.
"Uh- th-thank you f-for uh- stopping J-julian- I-I appreciate it- I uh-" Before he knew it, Finley was pinned to the wall, finding a lack of breath. Austin had his arm angled over Finley's throat, pushing it into the wall. Austin leaned close to Finley's face, and gave a deathly glare.
"We are not Friends. I couldn't care less about you dying." Austin said calmly. With each word he spoke, a faint trail of smoke escaped his mouth. Finley's throat was closing up from the pressure of Austin's arm, and the smoke entering his lungs.
"Understood?"
Finley nodded frantically and tugged at Austin's arm in an attempt to free up space between them. Austin glared one last time before pulling his arm away, and exiting the room. Finley dropped to the floor gasping, which led to coughing from the amount of smoke in the air. He felt like he was dying. He was probably being a little dramatic at this point, but the smoke filling his lungs left a burning sensation that made his coughing continue. In his last attempts to get the smoke out of his lungs, Finley simply collapsed and gave up.
'Learn to deal with it-' Finley thought to himself.
