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Chapter XX: Game of Survival

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There was one thing that I definitely had to say: prison absolutely fucking sucked.

The assholes in charge of the prison assured me that no one would know what I had done to land myself in jail.

They lied.

One week in, a group of guys approached me. The front guy who was tall with huge muscles sat down across from me and asked, "So, you killed a wife and a twelve-year-old girl, eh?"

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Nothing is kept a secret, little fucker," One of the guys behind him said.

"The guards told me that no one would know why I was in here," I said.

"Except for the part where your family is fucking famous as hell and that meant your crime made the news all over the world. There is no chance in hell that none of us in this prison wouldn't know."

"Well, Rich," One of them snickered behind him.

Rich looked at the guy and asked, "What fucker?"

"His family disowned him. He ain't their son anymore. They said 'scuse after 'scuse, but the whole world knows they disowned their fucking son."

They proceeded to beat the crap out of me.

That was only the first of many more that would come my way.

There was another time when they beat me bad enough to make me spend two weeks in the prison's infirmary.

The was another even worse time where the other inmates beat me so bad that I was rushed to the actual hospital and stayed there for three weeks. They had broken three ribs, my left wrist, and I needed stitches in several different places.

Seven years ago, when I petitioned for parole, my lawyer had told me that while the D.A. had notified Haven and her dad, they had gotten no reply back. When I asked what that meant, he told me that upped my chances of getting out.

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