Cell Mates (boyxboy) (Book 1: Behind Bars)

Chapter 42: Remembering Kyle. (Part 1)

Chapter 42

(Part 2 of this chapter will be posted next week)

(Check out the description for Cell Mates 2 if you want to know what the book will entail)

~Eddie's POV~

I placed the cup onto the table beside him and he glanced up briefly from his papers to look at me.

"You spent two years trying to take these guys down. I thought you'd want to be there with Nate when Kelly spilled his guts." Simon commented as I lowered myself into the seat across from him.

Around us, agents were packing up for the night, while others were just settling in to get some work done. I sighed, then took a generous sip of my coffee.

"They'll fill me in later. I just wanna go home and curl up in bed with an ice cold beer."

When he didn't reply, I looked down at the papers he had before him, and shook my head.

"You're doing the paperwork now? Jesus Simon, I know you're one with your inner nerd, but it's been a long day, you should relax. Go home and get some sleep."

He paused his writing, and reached over to pick up the cup I'd brought him, took a sip, and glanced back at his work.

"I'd rather get it out of the way now, I might not come in tomorrow." He explained.

"Taking the day off?"

The corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile. "Something like that."

Translation: he'd be spending the day fucking the latest chick he'd managed to pick up at some undisclosed location.

I sunk lower into the chair, stretching my legs out to get more comfortable.

"Have fun with it." I said with a smirk, and his grin widened.

"Don't I always?"

I sighed. "Two years Sy...two years of my life I spent in that hell hole, and for nothing."

"I wouldn't say it was for nothing. If you guys hadn't been there none of this would have happened...we're finally getting somewhere."

"Yeah, and because we were there, Kyle's in the hospital fighting for his life, and the woman I planned on marrying left me."

"Everything happens for a reason Ed." He said simply, his ball point pen skating over the page as he filled out all the necessary blank spaces.

I shook my head. "Oh yeah? And what's the reason behind the shitty hand we've been dealt? Why is Kyle dying, and my fiancé gone?" I questioned in response to his flawed reasoning.

"I don't know with Kyle, maybe it's just his time, and maybe now that she's gone you can stop lying to yourself."

I scoffed. "Now I'm lying to myself?"

For a second Simon glanced up, and his eyes met mine. "About what you really want...about who you are...you can finally be yourself." He said seriously, and when his eyes travelled back to his work, I glanced down at my hands.

I didn't know what to say to that.

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~John's POV~

I'd been an asshole to him.

I'd treated him like shit, like he meant nothing to me, and for a while I'd convinced myself he didn't. This is what it took...him getting shot for me to realize just how much I actually cared for him, and he might very well die without knowing any of it.