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Chapter 55: A Glimpse of Amara
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Cellblock Heat Chapter 58: Justice, An Irony
Quincy I slept till dawn in the bosom of the white walls, noisy machines and bleach stench. How lucky I was to be the only one severely hurt from the fight that occurred yesterday. The next morning, after the news of my attack had spread like a wildlife scraping out Amazon rainforest from its goodness, a good number of nurses in the infirmary flashed pitiful gazes at me, while the remaining percentage had that serves-you-right look on their face. The guards' faces remained unchanged, as if there was a little bit of joy floating just behind their facade. The pains from the wounds were still there, tucked under the haze of anesthesia administered to me the previous night. Every time I tried to take a deeper breath, my chest protested, reminding me of every place Malik had driven that blade. But the drugs softened the edges, dulled the scream into a growl.I wasn’t free, though. My body might’ve been lying flat on this infirmary bed, wrapped in bandages like a half-mummified relic, bu
Cellblock Heat Chapter 57: Where's Preppy?
Jordan The van rattled to a stop, brakes squealing like a dying animal. The hum of the engine cut, and silence dropped thick. I sat still. The chains and cuffs were back on me, chained to my waist, ankles cuffed so tight they could’ve been welded. My body was calm. But inside? Inside was a cage full of fury trying to tear its way out.Not the loud kind. Not the type that makes you bark or shake against the chains. Nah. The quiet kind. The kind that simmers, waiting, watching, biding its time until it burns down everything around it.I kept my eyes forward, my chin tilted slightly. Don’t let them see the twitch, don’t let them smell the smoke. Rage stays locked up where I say it stays. That’s the rule. The one I invented.The rear doors swung open. The evening sun slashed across my face, and the first thing in my line of sight was the wired fence surrounding the yard. I breathed in deeply. It felt as though my second apprehension. Only this time, I was conveying so much weight in my h
Cellblock Heat Chapter 56: To Live Another Day
QuincyBlood—so much blood—ran warm down my sides, soaking through the cheap fabric of the jumpsuit, sticking it to my skin. The sharp tang of iron filled my nose, thick, choking. Every breath hurt, shallow and ragged, my lungs rattling like loose glass.My nerves and senses came back seconds after I crashed to the ground. My body didn’t save me from the torture dished out by my dear friend, Malik. My vision wasn’t fully restored, but I didn’t need it to see the triumph in his stance, even under the poor light of the place he’d chosen as my death site.I heard his boots shuffle backward. Blood dripped from the blade in his hand, splattering into my mouth through parted lips, adding to the gore I was already choking on. His face was still half-shielded by cloth, but his eyes burned through it—cold, merciless, savoring every second.“Told you I’d take my revenge,” he whispered, crouching low so his words curled into my ear like smoke. “Without Vex, you’re nothing. Just a soft little pri
Cellblock Heat Chapter 55: A Glimpse of Amara
Jordan “Why aren’t you moving?” The guard standing beside me impaled the silence that pulsed around us like a quiet, hulking beast. It’s been minutes since I left the ward Elle was in. I had lost the ability to move from the floor that I’d stayed on since I left Elle. Most of me still clung to her, like wet clothing plastered against her skin. It’s too soon to leave her behind. The sad look that lingered in her eyes when she bid me goodbye—like she thought she’d never get to see me again—still sat heavy on me. My eyes were fixed on the floor, which reflected the fluorescent bulbs in the ceilings. My breath was shallow. I didn’t even notice when I slid down to the hospital floor, my boots scraping against the tile. I just sat there, staring at nothing, thinking about a little girl I never met, but already felt in my blood.The guard stalked toward me. “What the fuck is this, Vex? Get your shit together, let’s head back to Blackbridge.” He shifted his gun when he saw I was unmoving. I
Cellblock Heat Chapter 54: When shields Fall
Quincy I didn’t mean to stop walking, but my legs froze when I caught sight of him.Standing beside a Ford Transit was Jordan. He stood still, stretching forth his hands to a guard who locked them with hand cuffs. Chains were extended to his ankles as well, and at that moment, he was so calm like it was another person, and not the usual Jordan. The guards had every reason to chain him up that way first, he was not only a convict, but he was a threat to both the guards and the free mass. Secondly, he was going out into a world that temporarily wasn't meant for him. When Jordan was properly chained, the guard shoved him towards the van like he personally had an issue with him. I would be surprised if he did. Jordan had six guards on escort. The guards didn’t just hold rifles; they clutched them like they expected him to break loose any second, like he was a ticking bomb in human skin.I wasn't the only one watching from the yard, other inmates were. Jordan had a way of projecting hims
Cellblock Heat Chapter 53: Brother Mine
ElleThe soft hum of the hospital machines had become my lullaby. I hated it, but it was the only rhythm sustaining me, the only sound keeping me alive—alive enough to hold on for Amara, alive enough to hope that I might see my brother again before it was too late.My fingers trembled against the edge of the blanket, the tremors always worse when exhaustion crept in. Dysmetria—the doctors named it like some foreign curse, and perhaps that’s what it was. I had been diagnosed only weeks before Jordan was locked up, and now it had only grown worse. My balance was gone, my coordination betrayed me, and on my darkest days, my mind frayed until everything blurred together. But none of that compared to the guilt that lived inside me.The guilt of silence. The guilt of ignoring Jordan’s calls when he needed me most. And when I finally did answer, my words were sharp, cruel. Not because I hated him—no, never that—but because I was already disappointed in the wreckage of my world, and most of a
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