Without another word, I ran out of the house and off into the woods. I didn’t care that it was getting dark out and that I didn’t know where I was going. I just couldn’t stand there and look at his face anymore.
He didn’t want to help me, so I would find a way out of this nightmare by myself.
Chapter Thirty
Slade
Prison...A friendly foe...
“You’ve been through it today, huh?” My cellmate, Mike said. I continued to look up at the bed above me, not saying a word. He was a nice guy, but he was also a dark skinned man, and in the prison world, you didn’t mix races.
There were whites, blacks and Mexicans. If you tried mixing races, you would get beat up or worse, killed.
I was trying to survive in this place, not be eaten alive.
My thoughts were all over the place after the last fight. A white gang decided they ran the prison and jumped me at the lunch table. I wasn’t prepared for it, and I should’ve been. My life wasn’t a luxury like every man in here thought.
They thought that since I had lived in the palace, I was pampered. They thought I was a pretty boy who won the Princess’s heart, only to break it by murdering the Queen. They all thought I was guilty. They were wrong.
I didn’t betray the Princess, she betrayed me. The fact they played into all the fucking royalty and how they were all saviors, when their very own King was the mafia, was bullshit. I couldn’t wait to get out of this place and show them all how stupid they were for following that monster.
I thought back to the day I found out the truth, they had no idea who the real king was. But soon they would find out.
He sighed, “Not going to talk? Okay, let me talk for you.” There was some rustling around on the top bunk, and next thing I knew, he had thrown a ball of paper down at me.
“What the fuck, man?”
He chuckled, “Stop being a little bitch and open the damn thing.”
We didn’t have a clock in here, so I had no idea what time it was, but it was late enough that the guards had told us all “Lights Out!”
I quietly unraveled the piece of paper and it had some writing on it that said, “I believe you.”
My eyebrows scrunched together. I wasn’t sure what his game was, but I didn’t know if I should believe it. All you hear on the outside is horror stories of how prison is and what you should and shouldn’t do once you’re inside. The biggest thing is that you can’t trust anyone.
“You’re lying through your fucking teeth.” I threw the paper back up to the top bunk. I didn’t know much about him, I rarely talked to anyone in this Hell hole, but I did know that he was one of the friendlier prisoners. He was someone people gravitated towards and if we were on the outside and not around this fucked up race shit, then maybe we would’ve been friends.
In here though, when my life was on the line, there was no making friends. I had to do one thing, and one thing only. Get the fuck out of here.
Not but two minutes later, the ball of paper was thrown back onto my bunk. I was tired; the day was exhausting, and all I wanted to do was sleep. My days consisted of nothing but long, drawn out bullshit, and when someone mouthed off to me, I had trouble keeping my mouth shut. I didn’t take that shit on the outside let alone on the inside. I didn’t care what these fuckers thought they could do to me, I wouldn’t stand down and take it. So about eighty percent of the time I was in the hot box.
“Try again. Read it.”
I grabbed the paper and opened it. This time I was surprised with what was on the inside.
“Don’t believe me? Ask Lewis.”
I sat up quickly and swung my feet over the bed. I peeked out of the cell and noticed a few guards at the end of the line creeping into someone’s cell. Probably doing something crooked for the warden, making sure the prisoners get fucked up and unable to make it home. That’s all there was in this motherfucker of a place — a bunch of crooked ass cops and guards. The whole system was fucked up and when I took over the throne, that was the first thing I was correcting.
I knew for a fact that Lars made sure my life was a living hell in here.
Once I saw the guards occupied, I took advantage and got out of bed. Mike was leaning over the bed grinning at me like he had some secret I didn’t know about. Which, obviously, he did.
“What the fuck are you playing at?”
“Aww, what’s the matter, King? Don’t like someone knowing something you don’t?”
My fists clenched at my sides. I was going to murder this motherfucker in his sleep if he didn’t watch himself. “Tell me what you know now, or I’ll wring your neck.”