Homecoming by Jimmy

 

Homecoming

 

by Jimmy

 

“Your brother is coming home.”

Aldo was not exactly listening to his mother speaking, but he was now. Aldo’s brother was in and out of prison for a while now. The thought of him coming home, Aldo twists in his seat not realizing that he has not taken a breath. When he does, he coughs and quickly takes a drink of water but spits that back out mid cough.

“You don’t need to be so dramatic, Aldo. Looks like that bunk bed will get some extra use soon.”

Aldo backs up from the table, coughing in his hands and turns to grip the window sill, eyes dark as midnight staring out at the sunken sun on the horizon bleaching the tree tops in brilliant hues of red gold.

Wiping the back of his mouth, Aldo turns to her unsure of what to say but knowing that he needs to say something.

“When?” he finally manages to get out.

She clears her throat. “Tomorrow night, I’m going to get him in the morning. I want you here, no extra wrestling practice and be on your best behavior.”

Aldo nods his head. “Si, Mama.”

A small smile comes over her, “That’s my good, nino.” Kissing him on the cheek.

Aldo watches her go, feeling wretched but never in his life would he say something to her that would make her smile disappear. They were too rare already.

The Slammer: Confinement written by Jimmy

 

The Slammer:

Confinement

 

 

By Jimmy

 

 

Gino

 

Laying back against the bed, Gino folds his arms across his back staring up at the ceiling.

 

“This sucks, man.”

 

Jorge shrugs “Could be worse.”

 

Jorge pulls off his shirt, and falls to the floor starting to do some push-ups, while in mid plank he says “Might as well make the best of it.”

 

Gino eyes him, looking at his form and nodding in approval.

 

“Alright, I’ll join you.”

 

The two eighteen year olds begin a push-up contest going up and down, matching each other in form and stride.

 

Five minutes later, both are worn out but still going. After ten, the two older teens lay prone on the ground winded, but satisfied.

 

Gino rolls to his side looking at Jorge. Jorge is sweaty, his eyes are closed and his hands are tucked underneath his head. He is breathing hard, but Gino’s eyes gaze is on the bulge in his pants and he sneakily smacks it aiming for the low protrubance in the bottom of his pants. The lump dents inward as a loud Thunk occurs where his knuckles crash against Jorge’s assets.

 

Jorge’s eyes flutter open and he reaches down grabbing his bulge, “OOOooooo fuuuuck, amigo…mi huevos.” Jorge is laughing as he rubs the contents in his pants, Gino’s gaze never falters from the gentle prodding of his bunk mate.

 

“My aim still good, then? I would hate to get rusty.”

The Slammer: Food Fight written by Jimmy

 

The Slammer:

Food Fight

 

By Jimmy

 

 

By the time Jayden could get himself out of bed, dressed and ready for breakfast he feared that it might be over.

 

The noise that hit Jayden’s ears when he entered the large overwhelming. The hall was bigger than Jayden expected, and the sea of noise washed over him thick and steamy like pool on a hot day in late August. Jayden’s shirt issued jersey seemed to stick to his lower back immediately as the door closed behind him and his dark eyes searched the room as he took in the layout. It seemed like a standard cafeteria but much more chaotic and with more detention officers than lunch ladies.

 

Taking a big breath Jayden pushes his way forward, and going through the motion of getting the runny eggs, burnt toast, and juice before spotting his brother Gino and heading to his table. It’s just the two of them sitting at a four top and as soon as his ass hits the chair Gino is talking.

 

“Silas? You beat Silas? I heard the guys talking…is this for real?”

 

A small smile plays on Jayden’s lips, but he nods taking a bite of the crisp crunchy bread. “He never saw me coming, Gino.”

 

Gino pats his shoulder “I was supposed to be protecting you! Last time I let you shower alone here.”

 

Jayden snorts, and coughs up a bit of bread before he dry swallows. “My hero.”

 

“You can count on me!”

The Slammer: A Typical Day

 

The Slammer: A Typical Day

 

By Jimmy

 

 

Jayden woke up from sleeping to a smidgen of light creeping through the bared windows coating the floor in long rectangles the air soft with the tinged yellow glow. Still curled on his side, Jayden slowly rolls over but winces as his junk is rearranged underneath the bare sheet and blanket. The slightest movement makes him reach down to cup his genitals, wincing as he does so. He’s sore from last night and his sharp in take of air makes the mattress creak under him.  

 

Still inside, Jayden contemplates his captivity behind bars for a few more moments. The reality of the situation weighing heavy, but the clarity of the dawn brings him into focus and he realizes that he is not out of this nightmare, not yet. 

 

Across and above him everyone snores on, and Jayden slips out of bed noiseless and stands in his room bare chested and listening to the sounds around him. Jayden is control of nothing but himself and he drops to all fours and starts a steady and furious round of push-ups envisioning his day, and how to go about making it more manageable in the current circumstances as a cloud crosses the sky quickly stealing the light and casting him in semidarkness. 

 

Jayden continues to exercise, his sweat glistening to his skin and his breathing under steady control. This he can handle. 

 

It’s almost an hour later, the rain falls hard but the boys all sleep around him still and he leans against the window staring out into the steamy soup of a storm casting bucketful’s of rain pelting downward, the angry sky reflecting his current mood. 

 

One person is responsible for Jayden and his brother’s imprisonment in Bartlet Juvenile Hall and he plans on getting even with him, and soon. He knows that the plan was not just to put him here and out of the light, someone is here within these walls. He can almost smell him, Silas Dark is here and Jayden can feel it in his bones. 

The Slammer written by Jimmy

 

The Slammer

 

 

Written by Jimmy

 

 

 

“Jayden.”

 

Jayden is fingering the bars on his window, but he looks up and over at Gino, his brother.

 

The bars feel cold and hard. The steel of them feels permanent like diamonds and is something that can’t ever be washed away. Jayden feels like a damsel in a castle, trapped in the tallest tower unable to escape. This is not his first time being taken forcibly from his home, and his mouth tastes like acid and he can’t help but look out at the rain as it falls to the ground.

 

“Jayden” Gino says again, putting one hand on his younger brother’s shoulder and gripping the muscle hard. “Did you hear me?”

 

“No.”

 

Jayden closes his eyes, shutting himself off and leaning putting his forehead against the bars. They feel cool to the touch, and it helps the ache behind his eyes. Gino rubs his back, the scratchy, overly washed clothes that were given to them when they first entered Bartlet’s Juvenile Detection Center don’t fit right on his frame. The fabric is thin, awkward and far too big, he feels lost inside of it.

 

“We better go to bed. Get some rest, we won’t be here long.”

 

“You don’t know that!” Jayden feels a fire rage inside of him, and he turns and grabs Gino around the middle and hugs him fiercely.  “You don’t know.”

 

Gino sighs “Buddy, I do know that. Just like I know that you got me, I will protect you. I’ve got you bro, your safe with me.”

 

Jayden only nods smelling Gino’s familiar scent as he breathes him in.

 

“I love you.”

 

Gino chuckles above him and grabbing him back in a squeeze. “And I you, bro. Always my little man.”

 

“I’m not little.”

 

Gino laughs again, and this time Jayden joins him.