LIAM
I don't know if what transpired was a miracle, or the stars were aligning to my favor, but I got lucky to be transferred to a different cell. A lady guard, who introduced herself as Gianna, informed me of the transfer. The relieved sigh that I let out had her chuckling knowingly. I hoped the next cellmates wouldn't be as steely as the ones I had just encountered. The thirty minutes I had spent with them felt like an eternity.Within that short time, they had discussed a schedule on who will have me, when and why. It was scary to watch them negotiate over me, but I think the most disturbing part was the fact that I had no way of protecting myself. I hadn't even tried to fight them off when one smacked my ass, 'cause there was no chance of me winning a physical fight. Luckily, the next block had approachable inmates. At least they weren't eye raping me with every step I took.Gianna put me with an older guy, who was sleeping by the time I got in. From the state of his body, I knew I would likely succeed in throwing a punch or two in case of anything. After spreading my bedding, and placing my two books under the pillow, I sat down on my bed, which was a bottom bunk, and let myself look around my new room. It wasn't cozy or anything, but it was better in terms of appearance. And unlike the other one, this was a two-sharing. The room had a small open lavatory in the farthest corner, facing the beds, and I dreaded using it. Next to it, there was a small drawer, which I guessed was mine because the table next to the bed was fully occupied.I was drowned in my thoughts, I didn't realize my roommate was awake. He coughed, snapping my gaze to him. I found his curious older gaze pinned on me. “Hi,” I said awkwardly, attempting a smile. “How are you?” he asked with a smile that seemed genuine. The warmth in his tone brought my nervousness to a manageable level.“Fine, I guess.” “What brings you in here?” His inquisitive gaze narrowed, “I've been assigned here,” He chuckled, obviously amused by something, but nothing I had said was funny. So, I just stared, questioning his sanity for a second. “ I know you were assigned here; otherwise you wouldn't be sitting comfortably on that bed.” He countered, “What I meant is, why are you in prison, you don't look like the type.” I didn't know there was a type, but I still answered.“It's a long story,”“ We have all the time in the world, don't you think?” He asked slyly around the caged room. I looked at him for a while, debating whether, to be honest or not. “I won't judge,” he encouraged.“I helped a friend hide a murder weapon, and in return, he framed me.” Once I said it out loud, I felt stupid. Who does that? You might be tempted to ask. Apparently, me!He looked at me sympathetically, possibly marveling at my stupidity. I felt conscious. I took deep breaths and for the first time since it happened, I took my time and explained my side of the story to someone because I wanted to. By the time I was done, there was understanding in his eyes.“It's truly unfortunate,” he shook his head warily. “Most people take advantage of kindness and in this place, such naivety will only guarantee your death.” I swallowed, hard. “At least you only got six months,” he continued. “You still have a whole life ahead of you, out there.”I grimaced at his last words because a whole life ahead of me felt like a different lifetime.And out there felt like a different realm compared to this dump. I offered him a kind smile in return regardless.“What's wrong?” He asked, maybe due to my changed mood.I attempted to fight back tears unsuccessfully. All the helplessness, hurt, fear, and anger came rushing in like a broken dam. I tried to wipe the damn tears off using my tunic, but they kept on falling, more and more each time I started to calm down.“Let it all out,” I heard my roommate say, and it was like I was waiting, for his permission because I broke into loud sobs, hiccups and all. “How long have you been here?” I asked amidst tears, hoping his story will get me feeling good about myself.“Twenty-nine years. “ I heard him say, and I instantly sobered up. “ That's really a long time. “ “True,” he sighed, “but unlike you, I actually killed someone.” He smiled a little and it creeped me out.Here I was thinking I am safe, and then I find out I was paired with a murderer. Old, but a murderer, anyway. “Don't be scared,” he said, picking on my thoughts. “I only kill those who wrong me.” From his tone, I could tell the last part was a joke, but my brain was stuck on his confession. “ Who did you kill,” I found myself asking“An old friend of mine, the bastard, raped my little girl.” The venom and pain behind his voice humbled me.I wanted to question him further, but I didn't think it was fair of me to dig into the poor man's misery. There was a satisfying silence between us and I assumed the conversation was over, until he spoke again.He had this bitter smile on his face. After he was done narrating his tale, that's when I found out I was the first one to know of his innocence…A best friend, he had known since childhood, raped his fourteen-year-old daughter. From what I understood, he had even threatened the little girl to silence, and she resorted to cutting, which didn't go unnoticed.The truth came out, with the said friend, sitting on their dinner table.In a fit of rage, he attacked the friend, and it got bloody. The friend was winning. The girl in question grabbed a kitchen knife, and stabbed the enemy multiple times, killing him. Fearing his daughter will end up in prison, he took the fall and got him thirty-two years without parole. He had three more to go.*Looking at his frail condition, though, he should be eligible for parole. He was just a father defending his child.“Where is your daughter now?” I raised a question to keep the conversation flowing.“She is happily married with three babies of her own,” he wore a huge smile. I couldn't help but smile with him. “She visits me often,” he continued, “she mostly brings her whole family with her. Once I am out of here, I will move in with them and spend my remaining time with my family.” “Is your wife also living with them?” I asked curiously. “She was, but…” He paused for a little while and I had my answer. His pained expression spoke more than words could. “I apologize for prying.” I couldn't convey my remorse adequately. He nodded his head but didn't say a thing. Once again, we were engulfed in silence. That's when it hit me that we hadn't exchanged names.“Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier, my name is Liam Anderson.” I stretched my hand out for him to shake, and he did, gladly.“Mathew Johnson,” he replied warmly.“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mathew,” I informed. “I very much prefer you for a roommate.” He smiled and laid down on his back. I exhaled. A deep satisfying exhale. “We will get along just fine,” Mathew murmured.DANIEL I rubbed my tense fingers and eyed the ton of paperwork laying on my desk. I have been working on the parole forms since morning, and I still have a sizable amount pending. After my earlier confrontation with Kane, I have seen the fellow roaming around hallways just putting on an act for me. More than ever, I am determined to unmask him. I talked out my plan with Gianna and as always, she was willing and ready to help. She has proven to be hardworking, dedicated, and loyal to me for the eight years I have known her. We do fight sometimes, a boss-friend relationship can be tricky, but we always stick with each other. I would have made her my supervisor, but Kane had far more qualifications and experience which was hard to overlook. I am certain that once we are done unmasking him, the position will hopefully be filled by Gianna. Glancing at my watch, I realize it's almost five pm, which means the inmates would be getting ready for dinner. It's usually served between half-p
LIAM Mathew and I were having dinner quietly, when one of the men from my previous cell approached our table. He took a seat directly opposite to me. I ignored him, acting like his presence didn't scare, but my heart was thumping like crazy.He grabbed my hand and demanded I join their table, but I declined calmly. He squeezed my hand painfully, and were it not for the guard, who showed up on time, he would have probably broken a bone or two. He sat back to his table, begrudgingly keeping his unwavering gaze on me. I lost my appetite. Once Mathew was done with his food, I hurriedly followed him closely. I emptied my tray and scurried out of the cafeteria. I kept glancing over my shoulder, to make sure no one was following me. I bumped into someone. He roughly pushed me and I landed on my ass with a cry. I slowly raised my painful body off the ground, wincing. I had barely held a stable footing when a hard punch to my stomach sent me staggering back. Matthew tried stepping closer
DANIEL I can't quite explain the kind of rage I felt, when a guard barged into my office and notified me of the accident, involving a new inmate, named Liam. Matthew is the one who had reported the incident, according to the report I am holding. Why didn't any of the guards see or hear the commotion and step in? This is just a cover-up and if my guess is right, it was planned all along and some guards were in on it. That is why it was easy to keep other inmates off the corridor at such a busy time. I dashed to the CCTV room and requested to see the footage of that particular hallway. As I had suspected, nothing came up. The guard on duty checked the cameras, only to realize a whole thirty minutes file had been deleted. It could have been anyone because most of the guards have password access. I should change it and just give to specific ones. It will make it easier to pin out culprits with only a few to consider. Though the guard in question was one of my own, he had to sign a wr
LIAM I zoned out staring at the white ceiling, as each click from the clock hanging by the wall next to my bed infiltrated my idle mind.A small smile played on my lips, recollecting the short but delightful dialogue, I had with the warden earlier. True to his word, the doctor brought some stronger pain meds and really good tomato soup. He explained I couldn't have any solid food because my body was still in pain, and it would require much more effort from my side, which I was in no condition to give. After I was done with the soup, I took the painkillers but hesitated on the sleeping pills. He had left them for me, just in case I needed something to help me sleep. I have been contemplating taking them for a while now, but I have this paranoia that maybe someone will sneak in the room when I am busy hibernating and off me.I know it sounds crazy, but I am still petrified, since I was attacked for no reason whatsoever. I am afraid I might get killed the same way, for no reason.From
DANIELI knew it was a cringeworthy measure that I had resorted to, but there was no other way of satisfying my curiosity. I am currently filtering the results of Liam Anderson on Instagram, but I can't seem to find the right profile. It does feel weird, stalking him on social media, considering I never do such things. But I have to know him. There is something about him that's making me do things I wouldn't normally do. After coming up with countless wrong profiles, I tried to abbreviate his name differently, and still nothing.I was almost giving up when an idea popped into my mind. I clearly remembered the said boyfriend's name from his file. I typed in the search bar and the second profile was his. He is quite famous among his peers. Luckily, the Spencer kid had tagged Liam in most of his posts. I don't know what I was expecting, but this is not it. Most of the pictures on his account were nature portraits. He only had three pictures of himself, and I did a screenshot of e
LIAMI was calm, and perhaps a bit happy since I talked to dad yesterday. It was good to hear his warm, soothing voice tell me everything will turn out all right. Not that I believed him, but it felt nice to hear him hope. Daniel had prompted me to end the call fifteen minutes, and I did immediately because I knew he had taken a risk helping me.Dad had offered to reimburse his recharge, but he refused, saying that he was happy to help. ****I am starting to enjoy the peace in this tiny room I am bound in. Though my body is still sore, the pain is manageable. I am supposed to be released back to the cells by tomorrow, and I'm dreading it.I don't know what's waiting for me on that other side, although Daniel promised to look out for me. And some part of me trusts that he will do just that. *****It has been three days of no much happenings, since I came back to my cell.Mathew has been helping me move around, 'cause I am still using crutches.We've maintained the same routine; brea
LIAM I have had peace, doing simple chores, since I couldn't exert pressure on any part of my body. I am anxiously looking forward to my cousin's visit today. I am quite eager to see him and Christian so that I can scold them for postponing their wedding on my behalf.Just thinking of it makes me feel terrible, I know how much of a big deal it was for Lex to marry, again.I never thought he would ever attempt to get involved with anyone else after James' total failure. He has been through a lot, and I hate myself for adding to his burdens.“Liam…” a familiar voice startled me momentarily. I placed the flowers I was holding on the altar and turned to face the warden. I almost gasped at how luscious he looked. This is what happens when you spend a lot of time seeing old men dressed in horrible tunics. “Sir,” I mumbled, trying not to ogle. “Please call me, Daniel.” He breathed hastily. “I prefer that.” His deep baritone had my blood rushing to unwanted places, creating a problem f
DANIELLiam has the softest of hands. His smooth skin felt fragile under my rougher hands.The bolt of chills down my spine, when I touched him, startled me. I was so immersed in his pain the first time I touched him, in the hospital, to feel other things. The things I felt today in the absence of tears. It wasn't hard to know what those chills meant.He and I had a rapport, a solid one. I still don't know how I will go about it, but I don't plan to overthink it. My intercom buzzed, and I contemplated picking it. My secretary was just here a few minutes ago. What the hell did she forget to mention? “What is it?”“There is a gentleman here to see you, he is calling himself Alexander.” From her tone I could gather he was no official. “I don't know any Alexander,” I said, mostly to myself. “Send him in,” The tall gentleman who graced my office screamed power and wealth. From his Patek Philippe watch, to his plaid 3-piece gray suit and not to forget his Alexander McQueen leather sho