Is this my end?

Kelan's POV

The bells pierced through my ear drums, jolting me awake. I jerked up from the hard bunk, with a sweat soaked prison jumpsuit, as I stood, glancing around the cubicle of a room, and panting heavily. From the sunrays cast in through the tiny window, I realized it was morning already.

With a step forward, I was in contact with the sink, turning it on, I washed the sweat off my face, used my palms to scoop some into my mouth, and thoroughly rinsed my mouth. Then, I turned around, and with just a step again, I was at the foot of the bunk. I slowly sat at the edge, burying my head into my hands as last night's scene kept replaying in my head.

Last night, as I watched Big Joe's rage-coated eyes when he spilled out those words, I knew he wasn't just blabbing. He meant every syllable.

“I said you should give me a good reason why I shouldn’t take out my revenge on you for the years your father has kept me here without cause?" he barked as he grabbed my neck, lifting me off the fl