Life in prison 2

I lived in fear of the day that John would finally get his revenge. The day of my suffering was indeed not too far away. WE were all in the yard trying to make the best use of our rec time. Everyone was in groups hanging out with your boys. In the prison there were gang alliances so you had to be in one of ‘em gangs to hang out with them. Cuz of the events of the other day Frostie’s boys took me under their wings. Mighty Jay entered in his usual way to the yard instilling fear into the hearts of everyone around. HE then started walking towards me that same instant as he got there. I was afraid. There was this practice of challenging anyone in any gang/group and whosoever won from either group earned the respect of the other gang until the next challenge. One of John’s boys challenged me this meant that if lost to him Frostie’s Gang would become powerless to John’s, and this, Frostie would never allow to happen. I could not decline the fight so i had to fight or risk being called a sissy. Everyone was chanting the sun was blazing hot, tension building, my heart beating and no hoe within me of winning. Wham he landed a punch on my face . IT was like i was in hell’s depth i could’nt feel my face. Then another punch,then another a kick a slap another punch. It all happened so fast i could not even throw a single punch. Before one could say RUMPELSTILSKIN i was wasted. The sun blazing in my face, the heat sinking into my skin. I could not believe it this was my chance to establish my respect yet i went out like a wimp. I could not cry, no sound came out of my mouth. n e of Frostie’s boy’s came to pick me up shame did not allow me to look into his face. “It’s alright”, “Life na turn by turn, this na im turn make you no worry. One day monkey go go market e no go come back”. Those were the words he said to me. Yet i still felt that i had let them down. Frostie and Slow were released later that day. n hearing the news Frostie came at me with every venom in his vocabulary. The pain of hearing Frostie’s angry words killed my spirit. I had let him down. John had a filled day that night. from his cell i could hear him cussing out at me. I was furious i just wanted to wring the life out of him oat that moment. Finally as the day grew darker and the spells of night sleep began to take their effect i heard him say ” one - one, i told you i would score”. His “goal” to me was like a hat trick. He had hit his target. HARD