Kevin.

After fleeing from my so called friends I strolled around the place and watched the different people around here.
Some were very young and others seemed to be here for most of their lives already, but nobody was alone. They were always in pairs or smaller groups sitting around and waiting for time to pass.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw two lanky boys, who were caught up in a rather animated conversation and, at least, one of them looked friendly (innocent) enough. Both men had darkish hair that fell in almost the same way on their faces and looked far too young to be here.

Mesmerized I started to walk towards them, as I got closer their British accents were easier to hear and my curiosity grew. I wanted to know more about this duo.
However, I never arrived at their table as some of the inmates here seemed to have a special tendency to drag newbies around.

I stopped and let my eyes wander from the hand on my shoulder along a pale arm towards the face of one of Foust's friends. It was the one with the blank blue eyes and the facial similarities to the bald one. His hair was a lot shorter and lighter than Foust's or Brown's, but it already seemed to hang in his eyes every now and then.

I lifted an eyebrow, questioning him silently, but all he did as the answer was mimic my expression.

"You don't want to be with them," he told me in a matter of fact way. His voice felt so light and I had to strain my ears to actually understand him, but instead of explaining anything or even repeating what he said, he continued like most of the inmates and dragged me away.

His fingers slid down my arm until he was holding my hand while he led me to one of the cells.
Unfortunately, I only noticed too late whose cell, mine, it was and when he opened the door I was greeted by four other men staring at us.

The bald one of Foust's friends had jumped up from his seat and looked somewhat defensive, however, the 'cuddly' one, Brown and Foust looked mildly amused. Brown even leaned back against Foust in a far too relaxed manner. Or maybe I was just too nervous and anxious?

"Hope y'all don't mind me saving the newbie from Howlter," the man next to me, holding my hand, said in his weirdly quiet voice and gestured wildly. His lips curled into something like a smile, but his eyes kept their dead expression.

"First Scomavi and now Howlter?" Baldy laughed and sat back down on the only chair in the room. His shoulders were still slightly tense, but he too relaxed when the huge Teddy bear patted his leg.

"Calm down, Chris. Just look at him, he is no threat," Teddy told Baldy, or rather Chris and my confusion grew. Was he worried about ... whoever that guy holding my hand was?
I didn't understand the next stuff Teddy said, his high voice faded to background noises as I looked at Blank Stare and let my eyes wander to our intertwined fingers. When did that happen?

I looked back up to Baldy, Chris, as he seemed to have addressed me with something. With a stare that could match Dead Eyes, I looked at him and waited for Chris to repeat himself.

"Adam, you're still holding -" Chris stopped himself as he noticed Adam, the guy next to me, didn't listen either. "Will you just let go of my brother, newbie?" With a resigned huff, he leaned back in his chair and slapped Teddy's hand away.

I looked back down to Adam's hand and flexed mine slightly until he got the message and drew his hand back as if he burned himself.

"Well then," Teddy said, stroked his beard and stood up from his spot on the bed next to Foust and Brown, both who had not even bothered to participate in this conversation, yet.

"You better stay away from Howell and Lester, I mean if you ain't alright with Scomavi these two definitely ain't for you," he murmured and had a haunted expression on his face for a split second before a slight, much nicer smile returned to his face. 

"Chris here had nightmares for like a week after he found out why they're here," Teddy admitted and pointed at Baldy while he spoke. The sheer idea of a grown man getting nightmares from such stories send chills down my spine and I felt so much more grateful for Adam saving me than before.

"I'm Rob Lundquist, by the way," Teddy introduced himself and held his hand out for me. With a trembling hand, I hadn't even noticed my body was shaking, I took it. "And the handsome guy next to you is Adam Rupp dearest younger brother of our Chris Rupp here," Baldy "You already know Tim Foust and his Austin Brown."

The 'his' threw me off, Rob used it like a man who was missing his own 'his', but still wanted to make sure I knew who belonged to whom.

Brown gave me a lazy wave and a slight smirk while Foust stayed passive and snuggled up to his... partner. I wondered how free they truly could be with their relationship as long as they were here, but it really didn't matter, did it?

"I'm sure there are worse people here than Scott, Mitch and Avi," I tried, hoping the first 'friends' I made here weren't that bad.

"Howlter are worse, they're top shelf perverts. I mean Scomavi, at least, plead not guilty, right?" Chris scratched the back of his head and yawned. It was only then that I made the connection between Scomavi and my new friends.

"Scomavi are alright," Foust added with his ridiculous deep voice but stopped talking when Brown threw him a dirty look.

For an agonizingly long moment, nobody said anything and I could fell a strange tension building itself in the room. I was almost tempted to just walk out again, but without knowing who was dangerous around here I didn't dare to move. Rob seemed alright and for the shortest of moments I wondered how someone as cuddly and nice as him could be here, but the answer was obvious.

"So," I muttered and clasped my hands together in front of me, almost missing the warmth of Adam's soft hand that kept me from gesturing too much. "Are Scomavi guilty?" Maybe everything was just a horrible misunderstanding and I could go back to them?

But truth to be told, who in this room was not guilty of something?

"You already wanna leave us?" Brown mocked me and wiped away an imaginary tear. "Scomavi were found guilty, but so were Adam and Chris and well, they didn't even do it."

I turned back to Adam, who hadn't moved an inch away from me, with shock written all over my face and a lifted eyebrow. He flinched slightly, his dead eyes almost looking frightened, but he managed to shrug and regain his posture within seconds. "The only one that could confirm my alibi was my brother and vice versa, we had nothing to defend ourselves with." He looked defeated and let his hands slip in his pockets while his shoulders gradually sunk.

"You should get back to Scomavi." Chris seemed to have noticed the distress his brother was in and once again stood up. Before I could move he was in my face and pushed me away, Rob's protest was completely ignored and within seconds, I found myself in front of the closet door of my own cell.

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(And for those of you wondering what Adam's talking voice sounds like, see the video above and its second part. I'm so glad I found it, his voice sounds really nice actually.)

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