Post by Spike Hunter on Jul 21, 2019 23:37:20 GMT
Day one of seventeen years. Only if he hadn’t hit his father he could have escaped from the drug charges and fled to Mexico. Instead he let his emotions get the better of him and now this would be his home for seventeen years. He had just left bookings, dumped his belongings in his cell before being forced into the common area. His only experience with prison life was a five year stint in a youth centre which already felt nothing like state prison. Spike was anxious, not knowing at all what true prison life was like. He had heard rumours around the town about Boarwood and during his sentencing his heart sank when he found out that was where he would spend his time.
Spike had no idea how long other inmates had been here for nor what sort of crimes were committed. He assumed there would be at least a few murderers here which worries him to a degree. The worst he had done was to his father, never directly killing a man as he was just the smuggler for the cartel. Not knowing where to sit in the empty room, he found a corner to hide in. He didn’t need confrontation on the first day, not until he could assess the situation. He already knew he was sharing a cell which was bad enough. He watched as the inmates started to flood in from the courtyard. He hated this feeling of anxiety and he doubted the guards would do much if anything were to happen.
