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Lexus laid on the bottom bunk, arms folded behind his head, legs bent at the knees and feet touching the floor. He heard the jingle of a guard, and sat up on the bottom bunk, unfolding his hands from behind his head. Benny strolled up and leaned against the bar. "You've got a visitor, boy." He said to Lexus with a scowl. "Let's go."
Lexus looked over to Darian, who was shaving, and he just shrugged. No help at all. And he clearly wouldn't be coming with him. Lexus took a deep breath and stood and followed Benny into the hall, venturing out on his own since his first day. Benny didn't wait up for him, and they passed by open cells. Not many felt like stirring the pot and messing with him, but that damn bitch Randall sneered at him as he approached. He flinched towards him, flexing his arms back, and Randall tsked, but pressed against the wall as he passed. Ever since he punched him in the face, and since more and more people associated with him as protected by Darian, less people looked his way and tried to instigate fights. They came close to a scuffle or two since their stint in solitary but nothing serious.
It was a short walk to the visitors building. Benny led them to a room with a heavy metal door and a wire glass panel, and scanned his card to open it. Lexus walked in, and the first thing he saw was his mother, who barreled into him before he could even get through the door.
"My baby! Oh, look at you, in these awful clothes. They don't even fit right!" She cried, tears flowing down her cheeks as she pulled at the cheap cotton white shirt they all wore. "Oh baby, were doing our best to get you out of here!"
Lexus laughed nervously at her upset and enthusiasm. It crossed his mind that he should probably feel the same way; he'd only been here 2 weeks and he was already settled into being under Darians boot. Well, figuratively. His mind wandered, wondering what Darian would look like in boots. His cock throbbed, blood flowing into a half risen cock, but it didn't get much further. He let out a sigh.
"I uh, yeah the size up is too big so..." He cleared his throat. "What... What are you doing here?" He expected to meet with his lawyer but hadn't realized his mom would be present. She made him feel... less than. A failure.
His mother looked a bit offended. She reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the seat on one side of the table on the side with a large mirror. "I'm not allowed to visit?" She cried, sniffling heavily and blowing into a cloth napkin she pulled from her designer handbag. She ran her hands through his hair, which was starting to grow long around his ears.
"Mom, there's visiting hours 3 times a week here. You've had time to visit, and I haven't seen you once." He tried to hide the disappointment from his voice.
She tapped her foot with a scoff, her lip settling into a scowl. Her eyes narrowed; this was usually a look she reserved for things she didn't like, like bargain racks, homeless people and a scuff marks on her designer heels. "Sweetie, I have no intention of being near the scum in this prison, let alone locked in a cage with a bunch of them and their lunatic friends and baby mamas. You know me better than that."
His brow furrowed. Not that he was trying to defend the people in the prison where he resided, they were all criminals after all. But not all of them were inherently bad people. And he imagined, like him, a few of them may have been wrongly convicted.
He didn't know why this was bothering him, his mother had always been a bit of a snob but now, he was on the other side. She didn't consider him apart of the group, but he did associate... And was sexually subservient to... One of those ruffians who she feared and despised. And he may be the reason he was even in one piece and not a regular visitor to the infirmary or worse, cuffed to a bed in a hospital somewhere. But he didn't tell her any of this.
His lawyer cleared his throat and sat down across from him. His mom joined him in the other chair on that side of the table. "Lexus." He said, taking a file.out of his case and setting it down in front of them. "We've been digging, and it seems like there as some evidence they failed to submit to the judge without any reason not to-"
Lexus zoned out for several long minutes. He hadn't been this far away from Darian since the dramatic events that landed them in solitary. His heart was racing a bit but he was o.k., he knew he was safe. He wondered what he was doing, and he realized he was jealous as he imagined him breaking in another boy for him to use. He wouldn't wish it on another, to be honest, he knew this wasn't a very healthy relationship but then again, he's never had a healthy one. Wait, did he just consider this to be a relationship?
He must have frowned and furrowed his brow in thought because the lawyer stopped and snapped his fingers. "Lexus, that wasn't a bad thing. It's good. I might be able to reduce your sentence to 6 months or get rid of it completely. Do you get what I'm saying?"
Lexus felt his heart stop. He looked up at his lawyer, dumbfounded. "What?" He said his eyes focusing on him for the first time. "6 months? I don't understand."
His mother scoffed. "See, this is what happens! They go stupid in these places, they get all... institutionalized! What if he's rooming with a... you know..." She raised her perfectly filled and manicured eyebrows suggestively. "Bill get him out of here!"
His lawyer... Bill... Why was his mom on a first name basis with his lawyer? He shook his head, and tried to recall the conversation. "No, mom, hey. Don't be like that. This is just a little overwhelming." He struggled to catch up. He had stopped thinking about getting out entirely. He forgot that his lawyer was working on repealing his case. He realized that he was so fucking fortunate to have the luxury to forget, that he had people and money to take care of him. He always treated problems that way. He scowled, disappointed with himself.
His lawyer sighed. "Due to technicalities I can probably twist their arm into letting you out in only a fraction of the time." He said, pulling a pair of glasses out of his front pocket. He slid them on and tilted his head slightly upward as he looked at his notes in the folder. "Of course there is the matter of you getting into fights."
His mother interrupted again. "Fights? Bill, you didn't say anything about that!"
Bill ignored his mother for a moment. "Landing yourself in solitary is not going to help your case."
His mother lost it then. "Solitary? How the hell did my baby end up in solitary?" She threw her bag down onto the metal table in front of her and stood, her heels clicking their way over to the 2 way mirror. She started yelling at whomever she assumed was on the other side; how dare they put her soft, gentle and harmless baby in solitary! Lexus dropped his head in his heads, and groaned.
"Diane, please." Bill said, standing and leaning over the table towards her. "Diane, you're not helping anything!"
Lexus could barely think over the screeching behind him and Bills attempt to calm her. But he did catch the casual way they referred to each other. Then he realized; his mother hated being called Diane by "the staff" as she called them. A lawyer would be no different. "Why did you call her Diane?" He said his forehead creased as he looked up at Bill.
Then with a burst of anger he stood up, the chair screeching across the floor. It bumped into his mom, who didn't flinch, and hadn't stopped rambling at her reflection. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" He screamed, fuming. His mother stopped and turned to him open-mouthed. "Why the hell are you two on first name bases?" He demanded, his voice still raised. He looked between them. His mother refused to meet his gaze, and stepped back from the mirror sheepishly.
"Now sweetie, I..."
