Life

Part Two

I wasn't going to write anymore of this fic, but since it got some great responses I thought a continuation was in order. I'm feeling a bit experimental so I thought since the last Chapter was all verbal, this Chapter will be completely non-verbal! Things go a little bit sour for Rei and Bryan this time…

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25th August 2006

D Block,

Bestford Correctional Facility,

Bestford, Georgia.

Hi Baby!

I finally got some paper and envelopes in here, for a while there I thought I was going to have to recycle the letters you sent me. I have all of them hidden in a crack of the wall, there's just so little privacy here I'd hate it if any went missing. That said, you really don't have to write me every day, you know. We only get mail once a week. The guy bunking with me had hysterics when he saw me with the stack you sent. Not that I really mind, of course. Every word from you is a precious flower growing out of the grey ashes of this soulless place. I miss you so much, Rei, but your letters make me feel as though you're right here beside me.

You can come see me if you want on Thursday, but I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. I wouldn't like to see you in here, and you probably wouldn't want to see me here either. I'm not allowed any phone calls for another week. I know we don't have a phone, but I could try and send word to you and call the booth on the corner. I don't want you out there too long, though. God, I miss hearing your voice. Remember the way I used to complain when you sang Dominique while you were cooking and fumbled all the words? I'd give anything to hear you sing now. I love you so much.

Sorry I can't write more, that's all the paper I have.

See you soon, my love.

Bryan.

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27th August 2006

P.O. Box 327

Sycamore Lodge

Richton, Georgia.

Hi honey! I'm so glad you wrote to me!

I sent you a few envelopes and a notepad, and some stamps too. I hope they let you have them, I know they're strict about certain things. They might think the stamps are E tabs or something. I hope it helps. I'm dying to hear from you. How are you holding up? Are any of the other prisoners hassling you? I swear we're gonna get this whole mess sorted out, if I have to sell my body to Medical Science to do so. Sorry, I didn't mean to get depressing on you. I'll change the subject.

I'm back in our old flat, honey. Remember when I was practicing kick boxing and I accidentally kicked that coffee cup out of your hand? The stain's still there, on the carpet! It's like we never left. Mrs Trent from upstairs asked for the address of the prison so expect mail from her too. Man, she won't give me the recipe for her Chicken Pie but she'll send you anything you ask for. She always thought you were a nice boy.

I can't help writing so many letters. I pawned the T.V, so I've got nothing better to do. Just kidding, I could be surrounding by hot guys feeding me grapes and I'd still write to you. I don't know if you're going to get this letter before visiting hours, but of course I'm coming to see you tomorrow! I'll bring you some food too, if they let me. I bet the food sucks in there. I saved the cooker from the old house, it makes things so much easier. The bed's far too big without you in it, though. Mr. Herschent said I could pawn it, but we'll need it once you get out.

Mr. Herschent is working up your case, he thinks we might be able to get a hearing in October. I keep pushing for sooner, but I can't really afford to make things work faster. I took another job, and you're not going to like it, but I have to be honest. It's an all-male strip club. I'm not stripping myself though, I wouldn't go that far no matter how desperate I get. The manager's a nice guy, I guess, but he's pushing for a full time job, which means getting up on stage. I don't know how much longer I'll have that job. If I can keep it until the hearing that would be nice, but I'm circling the wanted ads as we speak.

I miss you too, honey. I wake up every morning, go to the kitchen and make two cups of tea, and then I remember you're not here. I'm lonely as hell, and I'm desperate to see you. But every time I feel low, I think about you, and how you have it worse than me. And then, I think about how you'll be out soon. We'll be together soon.

I love you.

Rei.

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29th August 2006

D Block,

Bestford Correctional Facility,

Bestford, Georgia.

Hi baby!

I don't know if it was the fact that I hadn't seen you for a week or that being without me was good for you, but you never looked more beautiful to me than when you turned up on Thursday. I was going around the place with this big-ass grin on my face, the skinheads in here thought I was nuts. Speaking of which, you don't have to worry about anyone in here hassling me. The prison is divided up into all these different groups, and for a while I thought I was gonna have trouble with the Latinos and the skinheads. But I met this big black guy in the library, and when I say big I mean big. He makes Gary from your old team look like a toddler. Anyway, he's got two little boys on the outside, and they're both budding Beyblade champions. I promised I'd give him some tips to pass on to them when he sees them again, and in return I'm damn near untouchable. Under the Dragon's wing, so to speak.

I put that picture you gave me on the wall so I can see you first thing every morning. You already have quite a following in here, since I started this letter three guys have come in to cop a glimpse of you. My bunkmate, an old Mexican guy called Slim, says you're "the cutest darn thing" he's ever seen. He's crazy, but sweet. You two would get on like a house on fire. He's been in here for thirty years after being sent down for killing the guy who raped his daughter. He couldn't believe it when I told him why I was here. I guess he thought cases like ours couldn't happen in modern times. I'm hoping to prove him wrong. Thanks for the other picture too. I've hidden that one under my bed. If only you were a girl and we were married, we could get conjugal visits. Oh, well. Don't mind me, that's just the lust talking.

One more thing to thank you for. You're right, the food here is utter crap. Didn't help that my first day here one of the skinheads spit in my bowl. Doesn't happen any more though. The food you brought me was like manna from heaven, at least the little I had of it! The friends I made on this wing haven't had a good Chinese meal in years, how could I say no?

I'm not too mad about the new job, just sad that you're in this mess. Just promise me that you'll never actually give in if they put any pressure on you, love. The moment I get out of here, you're quitting. I'm sorry I brought all this on you. I deserve it, I was the one who lost my temper. But you had nothing to do with any of this. It's not right that you should have to suffer too. I'm worried, Rei. I'm worried about what all this will do to our relationship. There's a guy in here, he was married for ten years. Two weeks after he was sent down, his wife was sleeping with someone else. She divorced him while he was serving his second year. I don't want you to resent me because things are difficult for you without me. If you want to break up, I'll understand. I don't want you going to any extremes just to keep our relationship alive. I love you too much to keep you tied to me like that.

I'm sorry to end this letter on such a low note. See you soon, baby.

Love, Bryan,

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31st August 2006

P.O. Box 327

Sycamore Lodge

Richton, Georgia.

How can you be so stupid? I don't give a fuck if you're locked up, I love you and I'm going to be here, waiting for you when you get out! Don't you dare go all depressing and self sacrificing on me now! The whole reason I'm working my ass off out here is so I can pay the damn lawyer and get you out as fat as we can! If I didn't think it was worth the effort, I'd pack my bags and ship myself back out to that little pothole in China like the rest of the White Tigers. If I was like that bastard Stebbins I'd probably use up all of Daddy's money buying off the judge too, but I can't. All I can do is what I'm doing now, and the only regret I have is that Stebbins' mother didn't fall down the stairs while she was carrying the little swine.

Sorry, I didn't mean to explode like that. But I'm not going to start again. I'm just so angry about everything, and I miss you so much it hurts like a knife through my heart. Dammit, I'm leaking all over the pages. I hope you can still make this out. I'm putting money in the Kitty the whole time again, just like we used to.

I suppose I should tell you about this. Kai turned up here the other day. He heard about you from one of the other Demolition boys, so he came to see how I was coping. His words, not mine. I guess he was pretty shocked by where I was living, but then again it was a Friday night and you know what they're like down here. Poor old Eddie was trying to sell him a religious artefact made of Clingfilm and tin cans. He had an offer for me, Bryan. He said he'd pay all the legal costs, but I'd have to join the team again and agree never to see you again. I threw him out, but I can't help thinking that money would have come in handy. But I'm determined to pay the fees myself.

Hey, remember that straggled-looking black cat that was hanging around last year? She came back, with a whole brood of kittens in tow. They're squatting in our flat now, the little grey one seems determined to sleep on your side of the bed. I called them Mimi, Dolly, Mopsy and Ed. Big Mama left after a few days, the cheeky little bitch. I don't mind though. They keep me company, and I can't stop cooking enough food for two people, so they're well fed. Next time I visit, I'll bring enough food for you and your friends. Can't have you starving on me. And by the way, it's your birthday next week. I can't arrange a conjugal visit (and not from lack of trying, I can tell you) but I do have a special surprise. You'll just have to wait to find out what it is.

I'll leave it there, I'm late for my shift at the grocery.

I love you.

Rei.

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5th September 2006

D Block,

Bestford Correctional Facility,

Bestford, Georgia.

Remember when I said I'd give anything to hear your voice? Not when it's singing your own special rendition of Dominique! God, what were you thinking? Just kidding, that was the best present I've ever gotten from anyone in my entire life! I missed hearing your voice so much, baby. Now Warren's all pissed off because I used up all the batteries in his walkman.

I didn't mean to upset you in my last letter, I just couldn't bear it if I walked out of here to find out you hated me because of what I put you through. And you were right to toss that bastard out. Who the hell does he think he is? If you took any money from him I'd never forgive you, but I know you wouldn't. Your pride was one of the things that made me fall for you.

Why am I not surprised that the moment my back was turned you let a bunch of animals into the house? I suppose me being locked up has a few perks. But tell that mangy article that when I get back that side of the bed is mine! Slim thanks you for the food, and so do most of the residents on D Block. You're officially their Florence Nightingale. It's a shame you can only visit once a week, my ribs are starting to show.

This is the last of my paper, Slim stole most of mine to roll cigarettes. I have to keep this short.

I love you.

Bryan.

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8th September 2006

P.O. Box 327

Sycamore Lodge

Richton, Georgia

Hi honey.

I've agonized for a long time about telling you this, I'm not sure how to break it to you. So I'm just going to come out and say it. Joseph Stebbins was arrested for murder.

I just heard about it from Mr. Herschent. They found a girl's body in a sewage treatment plant. Apparently she was so decomposed that she couldn't be identified, but they found enough forensic evidence to link Stebbins to her murder. They've launched a full investigation into the case, and found out that the son of the judge presiding over your case was hired as a junior executive at Stebbins Snr's firm. He's been accused of having vested interest in the case. This means that your conviction will be looked into. It's all I've been hoping for, but I can't feel happy about it.

That girl was killed after you were sent down, Bryan. You stopped him the first time but if the courts hadn't been so set against us she'd still be alive. So if you do get released, it will have taken the death of some poor, nameless girl to make it happen.

I always knew you had done the right thing, but this whole sorry episode has made me more proud of you than I ever have been before. I love you so much, Bryan. The verdict is going to be overturned and we can get back to our old life together. I think this will be the last letter I write for you before you get out. I'll see you soon, my love.

Rei.

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