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CASE FILE - HONEY
Name: Emerson Mead
Age: 32
Height: 6’2
Weight: 78kg
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Distinguishing Features: Birthmark on sole of foot, scar along right side of rib cage, gang and MC tattoos (catalogued in file).
Alias: Honeymonster
Date of Arrival: 07/12/2020
Sentence:One year.Under appeal. To be reviewed.
Treatment: All available treatments recommended.
Crimes: [REDACTED]
Note: Sentence appeal has twice been cancelled due to patient relapsing within the facility.
MR FUCKING LAID BACK AND EASY
‘A LITTLE WICKED’ – VALERIE BROUSSARD
HONEYMONSTER
New girl is fun. God knows what the admin were thinking, sticking her in with us. She’ll be lucky if she isn’t eaten alive. And I do mean that in the literal sense – even if I want to eat her in the sexual sense – especially with Rat around.
Still, pigeon among the cats aside, I can tell it’s going to be a scream having her around. She’s our first girl. I wonder if she knows that? That her mere presence in this facility commands our respect automatically. Well, from most of us anyway. Snow is just about losing his shit over her – his twitchy eye is a dead giveaway – and she even made Nightshade laugh. Like, what the actual fuck? The only time he laughs is when someone is bleeding out.
But then again, I heard the same aboutKookaburra.Though I’ll be the first to admit you shouldn’t believe everything you hear, read or see in the media.
It takes a few moments for normality to resume. It’s Kayla who shrugs, picks up her fork and resumes eating. To be fair, she’s got the right idea. Nothing’s gonna change while we’re locked in here waiting to find out what went down, so what’s the point in going hungry later? After a beat, I follow suit, and slowly the others do the same.
No one acknowledges the elephant in the room, that Rat is absent and the man down alarm has gone off. No one even speaks. We tuck into our meals like they’re our last, which you never know, they could be. Food’s good here too, so I like to eat my fill. I can already see Kayla doing the same, and I nod to myself. There’s trauma there. Always easy to spot. Hatchet hides it well, but myself, him and Ghost all behave the same around food.
I was fucking pissed when Snow commented on Kayla’s eating. That’s not cool. Who gives a fuck how much anyone eats? How is it anyone’s business? Clearly, he’s never had to go without. I wonder if he was trying to flirt with her and just went about it in the most horribly wrong and awkward way possible. But I would have thought he’d have better game than that. He’s not a bad looking boy, just a bit wet behind the ears. Still, I wouldn’t have blamed Kayla for gutting him over a comment like that. I know I would have done, back in my starving days.
I’ve done worse in the past, for less too.
When I’m done eating, I take out my knife and use it to pick the leftover food from between my teeth. Then I clean under my nails with it. A quick wipe on the back of my jeans and it’s as good as new again. I pocket the blade.
I see her watching me. Her eyes brimming with curiosity. It’s killing her to keep quiet when she has so many questions just burning to break free. I shoot her a lopsided smile. Me? I’m the friendly one. The lovable rogue. Mr fucking Laid Back and Easy.
Until I’m not.
But by the time they realise that, they’re struggling to keep their entrails inside their body. I’m wicked fast like that.
Kayla’s expression – a mix of curiosity and longing – tells me that she wants to know why I’m allowed a knife like that, in a place like this. It goes against all the rules and protocols of regular institutions. But this isn’t a regular institution.
