June 5, 2017
Laying on the bottom bunk, on top of the neatly made bed, Shep rested. He?d spent a good portion of the afternoon using his cell as his personal workout room, making sure he didn?t go soft in his incarceration. With one arm tucked between the back of his shaggy head and the single pillow. One leg drawn up, his knee bent and resting against the cool concrete wall to his left. The other stretched out, nearly dangling off the side of the bunk to the floor. Propped on a bare chest was his hand, holding open a book with a stretched thumb and pinky propping open the pages.
Stormy blue eyes scanned the words from Heart of Darkness, something he was currently consumed in. He couldn?t remember ever being so consumed by books and literature, but it had become a favorite pastime of his. Something he?d never given a chance, and almost regretted taking them for granted.
It was mid-page that he heard the tapping of a guard?s baton on the steel bars of his cell. ?Hol? on,? he muttered, pulling his arm from behind his head to hold up a silencing, lone finger as his eyes scanned the words desperately to quicken the pace.
?Think the book can wait this time, Sheppard.?
?M?almost done,? came his response, stubborn in finishing the page to mark it. Middle of a chapter? Fine. Middle of a page? He didn?t want to risk missing out.
The guard sighed, taking up a lean of his elbow on one of the horizontal bars, rolling the baton in his hands. ?Hurry up, Wayne.? The stocky guard shook his head. This wasn?t a new routine. He knew the biker loved his books, and he was one of the good ones that didn?t take the little bit of enjoyment the inmates like Sheppard had. The inmates that didn?t give him trouble, just asked for menial things like a couple more seconds to finish a page in their books before being bothered.
Shep?s eyes reached the bottom of the page and he kept from the urge to continue on to the next as he gently creased the corner of the page to keep his place. He let out a grunt of acknowledgement, let his fingers relax as the book closed and fell against his chest. He looked to the guard at his cell door, giving him a nod. ?What can I do ya for, Chief?? He smirked, if only because this guard was alright. Even knowing Sheppard?s affiliations, knowing what he?d done.
The guard?s chocolate eyes met Shep?s, his own smirk resting on a salt and pepper stubble chin. ?I could come up with some bull****, make you think I disturbed your reading for something stupid.?
Shep narrowed his eyes. ?You wouldn?t dare.?
?No,? the guard smirked. ?Not when I?ve got some good news for you for once.?
That got the outlaw?s attention. Blonde brows swept downward as he slowly set aside his book to the mattress, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed as he peeled his back from the blanket to sit up. ?Since when ya got good news for me?? He snickered, resting his elbows on his knees with a hard stare through those bars that cut up the guard?s appearance.
The guard turned, sliding the barred door open with a grating sound of metal gnashing metal. He bore a wide grin on his face that only confused Shep more. ?They?re letting you out, Sheppard.?
Dumbfounded, he stared hard and quietly at the guard. He didn?t move, didn?t say a word. He just blinked.
The guard laughed, stepping into the cell and leaned against the wall across from the biker. ?Nothing? No tears of joy? No raising those middle fingers and telling us all to **** off?? He grinned.
Caught completely off guard, he pulled his eyes from the guard to the leather bound book resting on a metal shelf. Back to the guard. ?I?ve got six more months..? He muttered, brows dipping lower.
?You were supposed to. Seems you?ve got one hell of a lawyer who wants you out now.? The guard grinned, shifting his weight as he slid the baton back in place, crossing his arms over his chest a moment later.
Shep?s lips parted, shock settling into a scruffy face as he looked to the floor, but he wasn?t seeing the floor. Those stormy orbs ticked back and forth, the news settling in. ?When?? He murmured.
?Two days from now, they?re getting the paperwork together. I volunteered to tell you to get your s*** in here together.? The guard didn?t take his eyes off the outlaw.
?You?re not ****in? with me, are ya? ?Cause I?ll kick ya ass,? he made the empty threat, and the guard knew it was hollow.
?I wouldn?t do that to you, Wayne,? he snickered. ?Honestly, I think you should?ve gotten out sooner. You?ve given me the least problem in this Block.? He shook his head, bending down with his backside propped to the wall. His arms uncrossed, his hands met his knees for balance as he tilted his head to look the outlaw eye to eye. ?Wayne Sheppard, you incarcerated ****head. In two damn days, you?re getting outta here. Now, do I gotta beat some sense into you?? An equally empty threat.
Shep?s eyes lifted to meet the guard?s and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, even as he watched the man pull out of his propped lean. Straightening with that smirk on his face, and he didn?t know how to react to those words. He just shook his head, mutter a cuss before he swiped his palm down his face. He didn?t know what to do. Laugh? Cry? Yell? Raise that middle finger like the guard suggested? Finally, he did the first with a shake of his head. He rose off that bunk. ?You son of a bitch,? he chuckled, and for the first time in a good few years, light flickered in those eyes again. ?C?mere.? He grunted.
?No, Sheppard, do-... ngh,? the guard was stiff as he got tugged into an awkward embrace by the man who had a good five inches on him, who was wider and bulkier. His chin lifted as Sheppard wound him up in a hug, all he could really do was pat the biker on the back. ?Alright, Bear. Calm down before the other guards think you?re mauling me,? he smirked.
Shep?s laughter bounced off the walls of the cell before he took a step back, holding up his hands in innocent surrender. ?Sorry, sorry.?
?I?ll forgive you this time, but keep your paws to yourself,? he pointed to the man, shaking his head. He smirked, reaching out to pat the man on the shoulder. ?It?ll be good to see you walking out of here,? he admitted. ?You?re one of the inmates I actually rooted for.?
That got a smile from Shep, a slow nod of his head. ?Thanks, Browning. I ?ppreciate it.?
?Just get your s*** together in here, and keep your s*** together out there, champ. You?ll be alright,? Browning gave the sentiment, a warm smile, then he was gone to leave that revelation to consume the outlaw.
The outlaw gave a sly smile, tucked behind blonde whiskers. ?I?ll be good.?
What he missed the most was within his reach again, and just in time.
[size=9]?For all of the light that I shut out
For all of the innocent things that I doubt
For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears
For all of the things that I've done all these years
Yeah, for all of the sparks that I stomped out
For all of the perfect things that I doubt
I'll be good, I'll be good
And I'll love the world, like I should
Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good
For all of the times
I never could.?[/i][/size]
[size=9]-I?ll Be Good