Isolated. {Lams}

Chapter Eleven

John Pov
Alex still hasn't been brought in to talk about what the guard did to him.

He keeps saying 'Oh, It's fine' and
'It's not that big of a deal'
when it fucking is!

The guard assaulted him!
And to be frank, it's fucking disgusting.
For multiple reasons.

Number one, uMm...it's sexual assault.
Number two, he's a prison guard.
Number three, said guard is in his mid thirties almost forty.

Alex is fucking nineteen.

He can't even legally drink yet!
And that guard decided it was a good idea to feel up his ass.

God damn!

Alex stared forward, drinking his orange juice at a extremely slow pace. This is honestly sickening.

"You Alright?" I asked.
"I'm good. You?" He replied.

"No..I mean like..how are you after...you know..?"
I asked.

He sighed.
"Look, John it's alright. I'm not sure why he did it, but I'm just going to try and move on, aight?"

"But-"
"No."
"That ma-"
"Shut it."
"But it isn-"

"It's Fine. Aight?"

I sighed, glaring at him.
I looked down at the table and mumbled, "Aight."

"Couldn't hear ya," Alex said tauntingly.

"Aight!" I exclaimed.
He smiled.

"Good. Let's just..
not talk about it." He said.

Wait.
That's not what I agreed to!

"So you don't want any justice?"
I asked.

"Well..I mean yeah, of course I do. But nobody is gonna get that for me. I know I can't." He said.

"We can!" I told him.
He sighed and shook his head.

"Kid,"

"Stop callin' me Kid. I ain't getting any younger." He said.

"Doc,"
"Not really a doctor anymore either."

I groaned.

Sometimes, he makes me want to slam my head on the table.
Other times, I think he's cute.

Jeez kid what are you doing to me?

"Maybe I should give you a nickname. Like..Reckless bloody idiot." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

Or maybe boyfriend.
Damn if I said that, it'd be so fuckin smooth.

"Heyyy gays!" Laf said, sitting down at the table, Herc at his side.

Alex choked on his orange juice.
He coughed a few times, forcing out, "Y-you mean g-guys?"

Herc smirked.
"After that little scene, I know that Laf and I mean gays."

"Oh and John, you didn't have to come out to us. You basically radiate gayness." Laf added.

"No I don't! What does that even mean?" I exclaimed.

"It's not that hard to tell, really. Remember Francis?" Herc asked. "Fuck you!" I shouted.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Laf asked.

Herc laughed.

Oh baby, I'll be radiating fucking rage.

"You better be glad I fucking think you guys are cool otherwise I would've poured Alex's orange juice in your hair and you'd both be limping away with black eyes and concussions." I growled.

Alex glanced at his orange juice and slowly pulled closer to him.
I scoffed.

"Please don't go near my orange juice." He said quietly.

My face softened.
"Okay."

"Gayyyy." Herc whispered.

I pushed him without looking at his dumb ass face. He chuckled and left with Laf.

"They're idiots." I told Alex.

"Oh so that's why you're friends with them." He said.

I couldn't tell if that was sarcastic or not so I went with my good old trusty friend, scoff.

"You're just as much as an idiot as I am, if not more." I said.

"Yeah..that's true. We're both bumbling idiots."

What are you doing to me kid?