Page 234 of Repairing the Wreckage

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ROMAN

Major changes in our living situation happened within a few days.

Griff and I were hanging out in our room when our door swung wide open, banging into the wall with a thud.

“Got a new roomie for you two,” the guard said, shoving a tall, beefy kid holding a stack of blue sweats against his chest into our room. “Play nice.”

“Fuck no!” Griff grinned, jumping off his bunk. “What are you doing here, Eraser?”

They embraced and thumped each other’s backs like long-lost twins. Thank fuck. Maybe this would give Griff the opportunity to big brother all over someone else for a change.

“What’s with the orange jammies?” Griff slapped his friend’s chest.

“Just got out of solitary.”

I lifted my head at the voice and looked at the kid closer. “Easton?”

He turned and stared at me. Yup, it had to be him. I jumped off my bunk.

“Roman. Holy shit. The fuck you been eating, Miracle-Gro?” He ambled over and tossed his clothes on the bottom bunk, then crushed me in a big bear hug.

“I could say the same about you.” I patted his back and pulled away to look him over again. “How you been?”

“Well,” he ran his hands down the front of his orange scrub top, “not great, obviously. But I’m alive and still fuckin’ shit up, so that’s something, right?”

“Yeah.” I slapped his outstretched hand, clasped it and yanked him in for another quick hug. “That’s everything.”

“So, I take it you two know each other,” Griff said, joining us.

“We crossed paths at a foster home or two,” I explained.

“Mrs. Camp’s house for wayward kids,” Easton agreed. “Heard she kicked the bucket awhile back.”

“I heard her daughter’s like a social worker or some shit now.”

“Missy? That chick was always asking me to look at the moles on her vag.”

I choked on a laugh. “All righty then. I could’ve lived a perfectly fine life never knowing that.”

“She never pulled her pants down for you?”

I could barely get out an answer through my laughter. “No.”

“Christ, that shit scarred me for life.” He shivered with disgust. “Got bounced outta there because of her.”

Easton slapped Griff’s shoulder, then mine. “I can’t believe you two are roomies. Just when I thought this stint was gonna fuckin’ break me.”

“I only got a few weeks left,” Griff said. “I hope.”

Easton nodded. “What about you, Roman?”

“No idea. Got sent up from a group home on some bullshit.”

“Sorry, bro.”

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