Family

First Day ☑️

Mitch was on his way to his cell, not knowing who to expect nor what to expect. He had never been in prison, not even during his times as lawyer. He was led through multiple hallways by few blocks until they arrived to one labeled "E". Guard led him by 7 cells where guys looked at him as if he was their next meal.

He wasn't as scared as he expected, but he was uncomfortable enough to overcome the fear. He was looking down enough to show as less of his face, but high enough to see what's in front of him. When they got to 13th cell, guard stopped him and called for another man to open the cell. "In." He said with annoyance and disgust. It was evident that he didn't want to be there in slightest.

Mitch quietly walked in with his things and looked at the bed to see who was there with him. The man looked up at him. "You want this bed?" he asked. He didn't seem scary, but everyone who has watched TV at least once knows that they can be the most dangerous ones.

Mitch shrugged and put his things on the higher bed. He laid down and hoped to not be bothered at least till the end of the day. Sadly his wish didn't get to be fulfilled. "Hey there, new neighbor. You ready for this hell?" He heard from cell to the right from his.

He sighed and ignored the talkative "neighbor". "He's not much of a talker." Voice of another inmate came from one of the cells. "We'll see how long he stays quiet." The man laughed and cracked his knuckles.

"Leave him alone!" Voice boomed across the entire block. It was such authoritative voice that even Mitch felt like he was supposed to do or say something. "Once he's ready to say hi to us, he will. Till then he's a ghost." Some of the inmates snorted when they realized it meant ignoring him the same way he ignores them.

Mitch smiled to himself and closed his eyes to get through his head how he was going to spend next few years of his life. On a side he liked the idea of being "a ghost" as the man said, but he knew he couldn't stay silent and invisible the entire time - he could go insane. He was no superman - he had no chance of protecting himself on his own and he knew that those men would eventually attack him.

He heard rustling from beneath him and opened his eyes when he felt someone looking at him. "I'm Ronnie. What you're in for?" Mitch turned away and tried to show Ronnie that he didn't want to talk, at least not at that point. "I'll be here once you feel more at home." He said and patted Mitch's shoulder. None of the men knew whether he expected Mitch to actually do something or not, but he didn't.

After few hours Mitch sat up and rubbed his face. He didn't want to sleep and all the laying got him all sleepy. He sighed and looked out. There wasn't anything interesting, just a gray wall. He stared through it for another half hour, before he felt someone shake his shoulder. He looked there and notice the boy motioning for him to go out. He did so without asking why. When he walked out, he noticed guards checking cells.

He looked to the other side when he felt eyes on himself. The man furrowed his eyebrows looking Mitch up and down, analyzing him, because he looked very familiar. "Where do I know you from? You seem oddly familiar. Aren't you a cop or something?" He asked and walked to Mitch. Mitch smiled and shook his head. "Tell me or I will tell everyone that you are." Mitch rolled his eyes and looked the other way. "Guys, is this newbie a cop or does he look familiar only to me?"

"Nah, he's lawyer. He helped me back in the day, when my ex tried to take my place just because we were married for like a month. Never got to say thanks for that, man." Another inmate said and waved at Mitch, who couldn't be bothered by any of them. "How's Kirstin doing?"

Mitch's eyes snapped at him. He walked to the inmate. "Do not say her name again. Yes, I helped you, but that doesn't make us friends. There won't be another warning. This is dangerous place and she's not part of it." He whisper-yelled at him. He went back to his place before any of the guards noticed him moving. His blood pressure went up as he imagined one of those people using his daughters against him. Guard came, looked at Mitch then at his cellmate and decided to not search their cell.

He went to the one next to theirs and found some things that weren't supposed to be there. "What is this, man? I told you that you can't have it here. Take him to his other home here for few days, maybe he'll understand what I'm saying." Guard walked out and went on. After about 30 minutes inmates could return to their places.

Mitch went up on his bed and Ronnie stood by him. "So you're ready to talk now? I saw you talking to the other man." Mitch glared at his cellmate. "I guess not." He got his hands up. "I'm just trying to get to know you, we're going to spend a lot time together. You can't stay alone and silent throughout the entire time." He said with all his belief.

Mitch sighed and rolled his eyes. "There's a reason for me not talking and if you want to know anything more than that, you better earn my trust, which won't be easy considering we're in prison." He said coldly. That was the coldest his voice has ever gotten. This is the coldest he has ever been.

Ronnie raised his hands to show he wasn't there to fight. "I just want to talk and get to know the person that is going to be sleeping above me for next few years, if nothing goes wrong." He was truthful, but that didn't make him trustworthy in Mitch's eyes.

Mitch sighed again, feeling annoyed with people talking to him when he showed that he didn't want to have anything to do with them. "Newbie has a voice, guys." One of the neighbors called out for the entire block. "Anything more you want to tell us? You want to talk about Kirstin?" The guy provoked the best he could at that point. "Any good spicy stuff you can give us for a night?"

Mitch gagged knowing that his daughters were 3, which made it just as gross as the fact that they asked him - the father. He was officially grossed out by that man and nothing could ever change that. He wanted to just cut it out of his head and never get it back.

"She's little, isn't she?" Ronnie asked when he noticed Mitch's reaction. He was whispering, because he didn't want others to hear him. Mitch tried his best to put it away, but it was still there, no matter what he did. After about half a minute he couldn't take it and he threw up in the toilet. "Oh boy, she's very little. Damn that's not good." Even Ronnie had enough to make him momentarily sick.

And then the guy started talking again. "What are you doing there? Imagining it, how we dream about your sexy daughter?" His words made Mitch instantly throw up again. "Oh no, that's sound of throwing up. What's up, you can't take it?"

Mitch groaned and washed his mouth. "Dude, you're gross, like way more than usually."

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Hey guys, Christmas gifts are here. 5 new chapters under your Christmas trees. (2 over here, 1 in book One-Shots and 2 in book Jessie) don't forget to let me know what you think them in comments and please vote in case you like it :)

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- Alex
24.12. 2020 5:05pm