TheVioletViolence

A cold shiver went through Theodore Bagwell's body as he lay on his bottom berth in his cell. It was only early morning, but he was awoken by another terrible nightmare of his past. Always the same, nasty things over and over. He turned onto his stomach and let out a quiet sigh. Actually he didn't want to go to sleep again. He was kind of excited for the day. Another day in prison. Another day with his boys. Another day cuddling with John Abruzzi. Another day with quarrel. Another day of pain. Another day to make him wanting more to get out of that place. And that was exactly what he was going to. He had heard about Pretty Boy Scofield's p