Cell Block C Chapter 2
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Cell Block C
“Hey don’t I get a phone call or something?” Brian shouted the words at the retreating back of the prison guard. “Mother fucker,” Brian muttered under his breath when the guard merely continued on without acknowledging his request.
“They like to see you sweat.” Brian looked over at the shabbily dressed man who shared the cell with him. Taking in his appearance Brian was all set to ignore him when he realized he might have a long wait before seeing another friendly face. “It might not due to alienate the man,” Brian thought to himself. With that thought in mind he turned back to his cell mate and prepared to indulge in something he tried to avoid…friendly conversation.
**
Justin was sitting at the diner with Emmett enjoying the last of his fries and milkshake when he got a phone call. Not recognizing the number, he was cautious when answering it. He had been getting a lot of freaky calls lately and had even started to consider changing his number. He swore to himself that if this was another one of those calls he was going to leave the diner and head over to Verizon as soon as he settled his bill.
“Hello”
“Justin, thank God. If you had left your phone off I was going to kill you.”
“Nice to talk to you too, Brian.”
“Justin don’t hang up! I’m sorry!”
“You’re sorry? You never apologize for anything. What’s wrong?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me…wait, what’s that noise? Bri? Where are you?”
“Cell Block C”
“Uh?”
“I’m in the slammer!”
“You’re in jail!”
“Jesus, announce it to all of Liberty Ave why don’t you!”
“Oh shit! Sorry! Hey hold on a sec”
Putting his hand over the mouth piece Justin channeled Brian and turning to Emmett said “Spread one word of this to anyone, and you won’t have to worry about Brian. I’ll hunt you down myself.” Then lightly kissing him on the cheek he left the diner trusting his friend to keep the secret and pay for his meal.
“Ok I’m back”
“Good, cause I’m running out of time here.”
“Oh, right sorry. So what happened? What do you need me to do?”
“I can’t go into details, so let’s just say my cunt sister and devil spawn nephew are doing their best to fuck up my life. What I need from you is to post my bail.”
“Of course I’ll help. What did they set the bail at?”
“A hundred grand.”
“What? Brian you know I love you, but I don’t have that kind of money. I’d be lucky to scrape together a couple hundred dollars.”
“It’ll be fine. I had you added on to my bank account. You’re authorized to withdraw money from my account. Just ask Ted for help. He knows all my access information.”
“What? Why didn’t I know this before?”
“Uh, ‘cause you didn’t need to know before? Look, I gotta go. My time is up. Just do me a favor and get me out of here soon. My suit is starting to wrinkle.”
Justin looked down at his phone after Brian hung up. Shocked and amused in turn he headed off to find Ted and bail his partner out of trouble once again, promising himself than when he got Brian home he would get the full story out of him.
**
The morning before…
“Brian please!”
“Fuck no!”
“Brian, I never ask you for anything you know that!”
“Right, just the money to pay your rent and keep your kids fed.”
“That’s not fair. It’s not like you don’t have the money. You have more money than God. And who else are you going to spend it on if not your family? You know when their dad left he took everything. And then he disappeared into the wind so that I can’t even get him to pay the child support.”
Knowing that was all that kept Brian from cringing at his sister’s whining. It didn’t however stop him from telling her some hard truths.
“And that stops you from getting a job how, Claire? As for my having money, you’re right. I am well off. And I worked damn hard to get that way. As for who I would spend it on, contrary to popular belief, I have a family that needs my support, and funnily enough I’m not talking about the one I was raised in!”
“Brian, what are you talking about? I am your family!”
“No Claire. You’re someone I used to share I house with. That in no way makes us family.”
“Brian-”
“You want to know who my family is? I’ll tell you. Mikey is my family. Debbie, the woman who cared for me when Dad would throw me down the stairs and take his fists to me is my family. My friends Lindsay, Emmett, Ted, and God help me Melanie - they are my family. But even more than them…even more than them, do you want to know who my real family is Claire? ‘Cause it sure as fuck isn’t you and our parents. My REAL family is my partner and my son. They are my family Claire. They are the ones who need my love and financial support. Certainly not you and yours!”
“Partner? Son? Wait you’re married? When did that happen?”
“God, no! I am not now, nor will I ever be married. Marriage is what mom and dad had. Marriage is what you had. God help me if I ever want to be in a situation like either of them.”
“But a son?” Just then Claire’s eyes fell on a picture taped to Brian’s fridge. It was a picture of Brian, Justin and Gus that Lindsay had taken of them at the zoo a few weeks before. At first Brian had been furious to see it taped to his stainless steel fridge, but then he found himself smiling every time he went for some guava juice or poppers, so he decided to let it go. For now.
“Oh my God! Your gay?!? Brian, how could you! This will kill mom!”
“How could I? Gee, I don’t know Claire. I guess I just like dick a lot more than pussy.” He heard Claire’s gasp of outrage but forged on. “As for killing mom, that would only be a blessing. If the news of her son giving and taking it up the ass pushes her into an early grave kudos to me. Nothing could make me happier!”
“You pervert! Oh my God! I can not believe I was going to ask a monster like you to watch my son. And the idea of you being a father! It’s enough to make me sick.”
“Well, sis, if it makes you feel any better, he doesn’t live with me.”
“Then someone was smart enough not to let you raise a kid? That’s something at least.”
“You’re absolutely right. That’s we he lives with his mothers. Better two munchers than two fags!”
“Lesbians? That’s just as bad!”
“Personally, I think it’s worse, but that’s likely just my aversion to pussy showing itself.”
“Don’t talk like that! You disgusting faggot!”
“No Claire! This is my loft! And in my loft you don’t get to make disparaging comments about my lifestyle. How I live is my choice! Now take your son - who has been making himself happy at my computer - and get THE HELL OUT OF MY LOFT!!!
As John followed his mother out the door he turned toward Brian. “I saw some of the stuff you have on your computer. You are so perverted.”
“Out!” Brian screamed.
As he closed the door behind him John couldn’t resist one parting shot - “Faggot” he yelled out.
Brian was so upset by the situation that had just occurred that he hadn’t even notice the shell bracelet that had been resting on the wrist of his nephew.
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The next morning (day of the phone call)
“Brian?”
Brian looked up to see a nervous Cynthia standing in his doorway.
“Hey Cyn, what’s wrong?” he asked confused as to why she looked so nervous.
“There are two cops outside. They want to speak to you.”
“Send them in.” Brian had no idea why the cops would want to see him, but he was willing to hear them out. Shock turned to surprise when he saw Carl walk into his office.
“Carl? What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry Brian. I don’t know how to tell you this-”
“Justin?!? Gus?!?”
“No Brian, Justin and Gus are both fine.”
“Thank God,” Brian said breathing a sigh of relief. “Then what is it? Is it Mikey or Debbie?” Brian asked starting to feel nervous again.
“No. The whole family is fine.”
“Then what is this about?”
“It’s about you.”
“Me? I don’t understand.”
“Brian, first I need you to know I don’t believe any of this. I wanted to come, because I thought it might be easier coming from me. I’m on your side here Brian.”
“Carl, you’re really starting to worry me here. I don’t want to pull a Justin, but if you don’t tell me what’s going on I think I might start to have a little drama moment.” Brian tried to come across as teasing, but he wasn’t sure if he had been able to pull it off.
“Brian, you’re being accused of - ”
“Fuck not again,” Brian muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing, sorry. What were you saying?”
“You’ve been accused of sexually molesting a minor.”
“WHAT! FUCK THAT!”
“Brian - ”
“No! That’s not possible. I would never! Hell, I don’t even know any kids. I mean aside from Gus. And even Mel wouldn’t - ”
“No. It’s not Gus.”
“Then who?”
“Your nephew.”
“That little fucker!”
“Brian, this isn’t helping.”
“Jesus, Carl! What do you want from me here?”
“Honestly? What I want is for you to come down to the station with us without a huge fuss so I don’t have to arrest you and cuff you in front of your staff.”
“Arrest me? Carl, you know I didn’t - ”
“I do know, Brian. Unfortunately, it’s not up to me. I’m just here to try and make this a little easier on you.”
“Did he say I raped him?”
“No, there’s been no mention of penetration,” Carl admitted.
“Smart little fucker, isn’t he? He knew he wouldn’t be able to prove rape, so he’s accusing me of things that would leave no physical damage. And who are they gonna believe right? I fag or a 14 year old kid? God I am so screwed!”
Brian gave Cynthia what he hoped to be a reassuring smile as he left the office with Carl and his partner.
Cynthia ran straight to the phone and tried to call Justin, cursing when the phone went straight to voice mail.
Oh and p.s. this story is unbeta'd so any mistakes are mine.
If anyone wants to offer themselves as a beta I am open to resumes!
Cell Block C
“Hey don’t I get a phone call or something?” Brian shouted the words at the retreating back of the prison guard. “Mother fucker,” Brian muttered under his breath when the guard merely continued on without acknowledging his request.
“They like to see you sweat.” Brian looked over at the shabbily dressed man who shared the cell with him. Taking in his appearance Brian was all set to ignore him when he realized he might have a long wait before seeing another friendly face. “It might not due to alienate the man,” Brian thought to himself. With that thought in mind he turned back to his cell mate and prepared to indulge in something he tried to avoid…friendly conversation.
**
Justin was sitting at the diner with Emmett enjoying the last of his fries and milkshake when he got a phone call. Not recognizing the number, he was cautious when answering it. He had been getting a lot of freaky calls lately and had even started to consider changing his number. He swore to himself that if this was another one of those calls he was going to leave the diner and head over to Verizon as soon as he settled his bill.
“Hello”
“Justin, thank God. If you had left your phone off I was going to kill you.”
“Nice to talk to you too, Brian.”
“Justin don’t hang up! I’m sorry!”
“You’re sorry? You never apologize for anything. What’s wrong?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me…wait, what’s that noise? Bri? Where are you?”
“Cell Block C”
“Uh?”
“I’m in the slammer!”
“You’re in jail!”
“Jesus, announce it to all of Liberty Ave why don’t you!”
“Oh shit! Sorry! Hey hold on a sec”
Putting his hand over the mouth piece Justin channeled Brian and turning to Emmett said “Spread one word of this to anyone, and you won’t have to worry about Brian. I’ll hunt you down myself.” Then lightly kissing him on the cheek he left the diner trusting his friend to keep the secret and pay for his meal.
“Ok I’m back”
“Good, cause I’m running out of time here.”
“Oh, right sorry. So what happened? What do you need me to do?”
“I can’t go into details, so let’s just say my cunt sister and devil spawn nephew are doing their best to fuck up my life. What I need from you is to post my bail.”
“Of course I’ll help. What did they set the bail at?”
“A hundred grand.”
“What? Brian you know I love you, but I don’t have that kind of money. I’d be lucky to scrape together a couple hundred dollars.”
“It’ll be fine. I had you added on to my bank account. You’re authorized to withdraw money from my account. Just ask Ted for help. He knows all my access information.”
“What? Why didn’t I know this before?”
“Uh, ‘cause you didn’t need to know before? Look, I gotta go. My time is up. Just do me a favor and get me out of here soon. My suit is starting to wrinkle.”
Justin looked down at his phone after Brian hung up. Shocked and amused in turn he headed off to find Ted and bail his partner out of trouble once again, promising himself than when he got Brian home he would get the full story out of him.
**
The morning before…
“Brian please!”
“Fuck no!”
“Brian, I never ask you for anything you know that!”
“Right, just the money to pay your rent and keep your kids fed.”
“That’s not fair. It’s not like you don’t have the money. You have more money than God. And who else are you going to spend it on if not your family? You know when their dad left he took everything. And then he disappeared into the wind so that I can’t even get him to pay the child support.”
Knowing that was all that kept Brian from cringing at his sister’s whining. It didn’t however stop him from telling her some hard truths.
“And that stops you from getting a job how, Claire? As for my having money, you’re right. I am well off. And I worked damn hard to get that way. As for who I would spend it on, contrary to popular belief, I have a family that needs my support, and funnily enough I’m not talking about the one I was raised in!”
“Brian, what are you talking about? I am your family!”
“No Claire. You’re someone I used to share I house with. That in no way makes us family.”
“Brian-”
“You want to know who my family is? I’ll tell you. Mikey is my family. Debbie, the woman who cared for me when Dad would throw me down the stairs and take his fists to me is my family. My friends Lindsay, Emmett, Ted, and God help me Melanie - they are my family. But even more than them…even more than them, do you want to know who my real family is Claire? ‘Cause it sure as fuck isn’t you and our parents. My REAL family is my partner and my son. They are my family Claire. They are the ones who need my love and financial support. Certainly not you and yours!”
“Partner? Son? Wait you’re married? When did that happen?”
“God, no! I am not now, nor will I ever be married. Marriage is what mom and dad had. Marriage is what you had. God help me if I ever want to be in a situation like either of them.”
“But a son?” Just then Claire’s eyes fell on a picture taped to Brian’s fridge. It was a picture of Brian, Justin and Gus that Lindsay had taken of them at the zoo a few weeks before. At first Brian had been furious to see it taped to his stainless steel fridge, but then he found himself smiling every time he went for some guava juice or poppers, so he decided to let it go. For now.
“Oh my God! Your gay?!? Brian, how could you! This will kill mom!”
“How could I? Gee, I don’t know Claire. I guess I just like dick a lot more than pussy.” He heard Claire’s gasp of outrage but forged on. “As for killing mom, that would only be a blessing. If the news of her son giving and taking it up the ass pushes her into an early grave kudos to me. Nothing could make me happier!”
“You pervert! Oh my God! I can not believe I was going to ask a monster like you to watch my son. And the idea of you being a father! It’s enough to make me sick.”
“Well, sis, if it makes you feel any better, he doesn’t live with me.”
“Then someone was smart enough not to let you raise a kid? That’s something at least.”
“You’re absolutely right. That’s we he lives with his mothers. Better two munchers than two fags!”
“Lesbians? That’s just as bad!”
“Personally, I think it’s worse, but that’s likely just my aversion to pussy showing itself.”
“Don’t talk like that! You disgusting faggot!”
“No Claire! This is my loft! And in my loft you don’t get to make disparaging comments about my lifestyle. How I live is my choice! Now take your son - who has been making himself happy at my computer - and get THE HELL OUT OF MY LOFT!!!
As John followed his mother out the door he turned toward Brian. “I saw some of the stuff you have on your computer. You are so perverted.”
“Out!” Brian screamed.
As he closed the door behind him John couldn’t resist one parting shot - “Faggot” he yelled out.
Brian was so upset by the situation that had just occurred that he hadn’t even notice the shell bracelet that had been resting on the wrist of his nephew.
Below you can find
The next morning (day of the phone call)
“Brian?”
Brian looked up to see a nervous Cynthia standing in his doorway.
“Hey Cyn, what’s wrong?” he asked confused as to why she looked so nervous.
“There are two cops outside. They want to speak to you.”
“Send them in.” Brian had no idea why the cops would want to see him, but he was willing to hear them out. Shock turned to surprise when he saw Carl walk into his office.
“Carl? What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry Brian. I don’t know how to tell you this-”
“Justin?!? Gus?!?”
“No Brian, Justin and Gus are both fine.”
“Thank God,” Brian said breathing a sigh of relief. “Then what is it? Is it Mikey or Debbie?” Brian asked starting to feel nervous again.
“No. The whole family is fine.”
“Then what is this about?”
“It’s about you.”
“Me? I don’t understand.”
“Brian, first I need you to know I don’t believe any of this. I wanted to come, because I thought it might be easier coming from me. I’m on your side here Brian.”
“Carl, you’re really starting to worry me here. I don’t want to pull a Justin, but if you don’t tell me what’s going on I think I might start to have a little drama moment.” Brian tried to come across as teasing, but he wasn’t sure if he had been able to pull it off.
“Brian, you’re being accused of - ”
“Fuck not again,” Brian muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing, sorry. What were you saying?”
“You’ve been accused of sexually molesting a minor.”
“WHAT! FUCK THAT!”
“Brian - ”
“No! That’s not possible. I would never! Hell, I don’t even know any kids. I mean aside from Gus. And even Mel wouldn’t - ”
“No. It’s not Gus.”
“Then who?”
“Your nephew.”
“That little fucker!”
“Brian, this isn’t helping.”
“Jesus, Carl! What do you want from me here?”
“Honestly? What I want is for you to come down to the station with us without a huge fuss so I don’t have to arrest you and cuff you in front of your staff.”
“Arrest me? Carl, you know I didn’t - ”
“I do know, Brian. Unfortunately, it’s not up to me. I’m just here to try and make this a little easier on you.”
“Did he say I raped him?”
“No, there’s been no mention of penetration,” Carl admitted.
“Smart little fucker, isn’t he? He knew he wouldn’t be able to prove rape, so he’s accusing me of things that would leave no physical damage. And who are they gonna believe right? I fag or a 14 year old kid? God I am so screwed!”
Brian gave Cynthia what he hoped to be a reassuring smile as he left the office with Carl and his partner.
Cynthia ran straight to the phone and tried to call Justin, cursing when the phone went straight to voice mail.
Oh and p.s. this story is unbeta'd so any mistakes are mine.
If anyone wants to offer themselves as a beta I am open to resumes!