~4
Michael's POV

I see a huge guy. He looks just like the guy from the holding cell. When we make eye contact, I know for sure it's him. He smiles at me. I look away. The guard pushes me into the last cell. There's a guy facing the sink.

He turns around. He looks pretty young to be in here. He has short black hair and green eyes. He's Caucasian. He's standing there shirtless for some reason. He looks a little scared. The guard closes and locks the cell gate.

“Have fun, boys.”

What's he talking about? The guy is still looking at me.

“Would you please stop!”

He blinks his eyes.

“S-Sorry. I didn't know what you were gonna do.”

I put my hands up in defence.

“I'm not going to do anything to you. And put a shirt on.”

He looks at his torso and blushes. He reaches into the sink and grabs his shirt. As he pulls his shirt on, I hear taping on the cell bars. It's coming from the cell next to us.

“Oh, serial rapist..”, the man sings.

I don't say a word. My heart is racing.

“I know you hear me...say something!”

“W-What do you want?”

He chuckles.

“Isn't that obvious. I want you.”

I hit the floor with a thud.

Larry's POV

“What was that!?”

Should I respond?

“I won't ask again!”

I mumble, “He, he fainted.”

The guy laughs. Then he's silent. I crouch down and grab the man. I pull him up on his bunk. I got top bunk. He's sweating. Poor guy. As I watch him, I realize he's really hot. Wow. I never seen anyone as hot as him. His short hair fell on his face perfectly. He had an attractive body. Am I really doing this? My last cellmate moved because I was to attached. Slow down, buddy. Take it slow.

I move his hair out of his face. No way he's a serial rapist. I hope he rapes me. Whoa whoa whoa. Get those thoughts out of your head, Larry. He's probably straight... Hell so was I before I got in here. I slowly lean over him.

He's just too attractive. I lean closer to his face. Just as our lips were gonna touch, he wakes up and screams. His scream makes me scream. I lift up. (Bad idea.) My head smashes into my bed, which makes me scream even louder. Then he screams even louder than me, because of my injury.

I heard footsteps running toward us. The guard unlocks the gate and steps inside. My cellmate sits up in bed.

“What the hell is going on in here!?”

I stammer, “N-nothing. I hit my head.”

The guard looks at my cellmate. He points at me.

“Uh, uh what he said.”

“Stop being dumb asses!”

We nod. When the guard leaves, my cellmate looks at me with anger in his eyes.

“What the hell were you doing!?”

“Uh, I was um, making sure you were breathing. ”

He nods. “Really? Really? Cause to me for that split second, it look like you were trying to kiss me!”

I shake my head. “No, no...OK yes I was! I'm sorry! I couldn't control myself. I like attractive people and you're, you know... ”

He looks at me weird. “Don't do it again. OK?”

“Ok. I promise. I'll only do it if you want me to.”

He looks at me. “Trust me, I won't. ”

“You say that now.”

He clenches his jaw.

“Sorry...”

He lays down and looks at the top bunk. I walk to the cell gate, put my arms through the space provided and lean on the gate. I look at the multiple cells. All these people are going to die in here without anyone to love or hold. And I'm one of them. I start crying.

Michael's POV

I hear snuffling. Is he crying? I look at him and see his shoulders moving. Oh great. I sit up and swing my legs over the bed.

“Why are you crying? ”

He wipes his eyes.

“I'm not crying. ”

I sigh and run my hands through my hair.

“Yes you are. What happened?”

He turns around and wipes his nose.

“If I tell you, you might think I'm crazy.”

“Trust me, I won't. ”

He rubs his head.

“All the people in here are going to die in here. We can't go out and have fun or spend time with the one we love. I am going to die in here alone. No one to love. Look at me! I'm only 25! I can't die in here!”

He starts crying again. Just as I was about to respond, I heard someone yell, “Oh shut up! How many times do ya have to remind us that you were framed. Enough of that shit! Be a man!”

He got angry.

“Shut the hell up!”

The guy didn't respond. He must of thought he proved his point.

I looked at him.

“What's your name?”

“J-Jerry.”

“Um Jerry, you were framed?”

“Yes. Someone pinned a bank robbery on me.”

“You got stuck in here over a robbery? ”

“It wasn't just the robbery. Whoever did this killed at least 50 people in the process. Witnesses said they saw a Caucasian male with black hair and green eyes. But I swear they were paid to say that. I wasn't in the country when this happened.”

“Well, they can just check your passport. ”

He shook his head.

“I fucking lost it. I must of dropped it somewhere. Or someone took it. ”

“Everyone who's in this cell block has a life sentence? ”

Jerry nods.

“What's your name?”

“Michael. My name is Michael.”