Mountain Soul PART 2-2 (1/1)

PART 2-2      For the following four weeks, Minwoo slowly settled within the walls of Mountain Soul Penitentiary. If his first week in this prison was eventful, after the incident with Lens it quieted down around him. With a new reputation to back him up and protect him from most inmates, it opened him some doors to some people.None of them could be called friends so far (besides his cellie, Luis) but they were giving him the needed opportunities to get stuffs and relations. Which was the most important in prison. He knew too well on his own he would not have lasted for long, and now he was part of Mountain Soul as any other inmate, his life was not as stressful as in the beginning.Now, he could walk in the showers and not fear being stabbed from behind. Because, not only his reputation of Crazy Dog was enough to keep people away, but he had relations backing him up.He was not part of a definite group yet, and did not really want to, but he knew sooner or later he would have to side for his own well-being. Not everyone could carry on a sentence on his own, the lucky ones having such privilege being the older ones having more than thirty years of prison behind them and just wanting to die in peace within these walls. And the pariahs.But everything was better than being a pariah. Said inmates were the ones getting shit when another prisoner was feeling like punching something. The pariahs were the ones taking it in the ass by anyone because they were worth shit and nobody cared about them. Such people were often the ones who had ran their mouths and betrayed someone with power in the prison.There was one guy like this in Minwoo's cellblock. The man -a thirty something dude looking like a twig- was wandering around with his shoulders and head down, fearing every inmates he was coming across and apologizing for being bumped into purposely.From what he had heard, the guy had backstabbed the wrong man (who was now dead for other reasons). It had happened years ago, but the man was still being treated like a pariah who now had AIDS -because of too many unprotected sexual intercourses- Inmates were staying away from him most of the time in fear of getting it, but it was not preventing them once in a while from cornering the guy to beat the shit out of him.Minwoo had watched it happen from afar and wondered how someone could fall so low. Then he had turned away and resumed his chess game. He was sucking big at the game, but the guy he was playing with -a certain Rodeo- wanted beyond anything else teach him how to play. He would have say fuck off to the man a long time ago if he did not have such worrying bodyguards watching over his shoulder.He did not really know Rodeo, but Luis had told him a couple of stuffs involving stubbornness and shive. It was enough for Minwoo to sit with the guy and lose miserably at chess for the tenth time in a row.He was cornered more than once into a game, then another, and another, but now, four weeks later, he eventually managed to escape the chorve. Maybe it was not that nice from him to introduce Andy to Rodeo and abandon the younger man to his fate, but it was the only way out he had found and was not even sorry about it.Andy was a smart one and would figure out how to avoid the chess game with Rodeo. Or maybe he would end up enjoying it and learn some real good tricks about the game. Minwoo did not know nor care as long as he did not have to sit for an hour straight to play something he was sucking balls at.       Over those four weeks, call it luck or whatever, Minwoo did not have to intend any kind of appointment to the anger management program. Not that he had found a way to avoid it. It was just the guy -Eric Mun- was in a car accident just a couple days before his first session and was since then recovering at home. He had heard he would be back next week, and he could only hope his name was lost somewhat in the process.However, luck was never on his side for long, as he knew already.Laying on his bunk, he was testing the movements of his now healed but still fragile shoulder. There was still some kind of ache in his joint, but from what he was told, it was normal. His wrist was in a cast though, and would be for two more weeks. Thinking back about his appointments to the infirmary to reeducate his dislocated shoulder and be sure he would recover fully, he realized he would somewhat miss the time passed there.It had offered him some time away from the shit going on in prison, and for one hour every weeks he was treated like any normal person and cared about.Of course, he would not be sentimental about it either and was sure in a couple days he will have forget about all this. He did not have a choice anyway. He was in now, and he should not start to miss things he knew had never really be part of his life."4809 ! Get your ass outta here." Snapped a sudden voice, and brought out of his thoughts, he looked behind him at the guard waiting on the other side of the bars."Why ?" He asked, sitting up on the bed before jumping down."You're expected to the AMP."What the hell was that ? Was his first thought, then thinking about the initials, he figured it out.Shit.Him who had thought he would not have to deal with this nonsense. Here he was being taken to his very first session. He already hated it but did not comment on it and just sat on a chair in the room assigned to the group, and waited.There was a guy he presumed was Eric Mun sitting across from him and listening to whatever bullshit was saying an inmate. Minwoo could not even believe the guy was here for anger issues. He did not look much of that, and if not for the prison suit, he would not even have known he was an inmate. He looked too clean, too… nice. Maybe he should not judge a book by its cover, but this Don-he-could-not-remember-what did not seem to fit here.      He was sitting listening to the group's whining for twenty minutes when this fucking Mun thought it could be wise to ask about him.Fuck you.He was not going to talk and had nothing to do here anyway. He was maybe often angry, but he could handle it perfectly fine. Proof was, this Mun guy would already be dead if he had had any real issues controlling his anger."It's fine if you don't want to talk." He said when receiving only silence as answer. "But everyone here's in the same boat." Minwoo could not help scoff at this.The guy's fucking clever. He thought sarcastically before glaring at Mun."We're here to talk about how we feel and how to deal better with ourselves.""I don't need any help to deal better with myself. I don't have a problem."Mun observed him then asked, "Did I offend you in any way ?"What the hell ?He was confused and frowned before snapping, "What ? Why would I've been offended ?""I don't know. But you sounded upset about something." He answered calmly, which got on Minwoo's nerves."I'm not, upset. I'm just pissed I've to intend this bullshit." He shot back with a dark look on his face."So you think what we do here is useless.""Yes." He answered immediately then took a look around at the other inmates and added. "I mean… for me it's a waste of time. I don't have an anger problem and I certainly don't need any help from you."Mun looked at him for a second then leaned in his chair, "Fine." He accepted his answer before smiling. "Who wants to continue ?" He asked, looking at the other men, and an Hispanic one started talking.Sitting on the chair with his arms crossed over his chest, Minwoo was boiling inwardly after the little exchange with this asshole. He was not sure what was making him so angry. The fact Mun had tried to get him to talk about shit or the one he was backing away so easily after pissing him off so quickly.Fucking bastard.With chewing anger at the pit of his stomach, he needed a lot of self control to not just barge out of this room and go back to his cell. He did not want to let this bastard believe he was not even able to sit through a one hour session. Therefore, he stayed screwed on his chair and glared at the guy most of the time without uttering a single word anymore.      When he was eventually back to his cell, he desperately needed to punch something, but he restrained himself and just lay back on his bunk."You've got a smoke ?" He asked harshly, but Luis knew him by now and did not worry about his bad mood."Sorry. But I've a chewing-gum if you want."Minwoo scoffed but still accepted the gum. It was better than nothing, and it would help him relax till diner. This fucking appointment to this fucking program had pissed him of, and he could not believe he would have to sit through this bullshit twice a week from now on. How he hated this shrink for doing this to him, but if not for Lens, all this would not have happened.He fucking hated his former cellie.

At diner, Andy gladly offered him a smoke at the second he snapped for one, and shoving it in his pocket, he ate the disgusting food without a word to the others. They noticed something was wrong with him, but none of them dared to ask what. Maybe Luis had motioned for them to shut up, or they were smart enough to leave him alone, but all in all, Minwoo was glad for it.Pissed as he was, he would not have guaranteed to be able to stop himself from punching a too annoying inmate -be a friend or not- He was beyond angered to care.Andy was introduced ^^ (even if you don't know anything about him yet) he's in the place now ;))Well, shit's gonna hit the fan next chapter, so I hope you'll anticipate it xD