48-Inmate

Nathan - on Friday, the 14th

I’ve been in jail for a week now. Pacing this tiny cell is complete agony. The scene from the club keeps repeating in my head, thinking about Lola and her new dick.

The memory of her kissing that asshole has my knuckles torn apart from hitting the dinghy gray walls, pretending it’s his face. That Damien douche came out of nowhere both times to sucker punch me. When I get out of here, I’ll be paying him back.

I’m still bruised from that night but halfway to healing. No one makes a fool of me and steals my girl. She’ll suffer soon enough; bitch will learn not to disrespect me again.

“Inmates, it’s visiting time,” a guard yells down the hall.

Perfect timing; I need to get out and stretch my legs. The cells are unlocked, and everyone lines up on the yellow line. We walk in unison through several barred doors to the visiting area.

This stark white room is now filled with burly men in orange jumpsuits. Most take a seat at the round silver tables with their