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Written By
David Spowart
Edited by
J Matlock
"My Actions Led to this Consequence"
Part 4
Darren Cotter formerly known to all as Dodge had been through hell. It was now Sunday, hopefully for him, to be his last day in the institution. He had not called his parents to inform them of this latest development; but now wished he had. He lay all day, thinking of his mother; his father was an ass, but his mother he loved.
"You still alive?" asked Stick as the dinner bell sounded.
"Yeah, just had a little thinking to do is all" he responded.
"Chow time, come on" Leroy said, standing at the door, and he stood and followed his cellmate. They were the cellmates from hell; but his cellmates, all the same.
They all spotted CJ, sitting with his crew, and Dodge and Leroy were ready for some action if it came their way.
"Don't make eye contact" Leroy instructed, and Dodge, or as he now insisted being called, Darren, did as he was told. He just needed to get through this day, and, hopefully convince the judge, when the time comes, that he is remorseful.
As they sat and ate their food, one of CJ's crew walked over and Leroy's cousin blocked his path. "Let him through, cuz" Leroy replied.
"What do you want, Chevez?" Leroy asked.
"CJ wants to speak to your boy" he replied.
"Nope, not going to happen. He got his licks in, and, my boy, as you so rightly put it, got his in; so, as I see it, it's even, understand?" Leroy replied, and all that was going through Darren's mind is this will cost him, later.
"Well, see, CJ lost a tooth and his right eye may be fucked up; so he wants pay back. He says if your boy sucks his dick, he may forgive this act of disrespect" Chevez replied, rubbing his crotch, and Darren stood up. Leroy placed his hand on his arm to stay him.
"You have had my answer. Now, if CJ wants to have a little turf war, fine, so be it" Leroy replies.
"You want to go to war over a piece of ass, Leroy?" Chevez asks.
"No, but I will; you see, my credibility is being questioned, and Chevez, you Hispanic piece of shit, I will not let CJ or anyone ever do that again, understand?" he added, with a little more menace.
"Tell CJ I want to talk to him, one on one" Darren said, and stopped Leroy talking.
"I am going back to my cell. Tell him to come to me if he wants to talk" Darren said. He stood up and walked back to his cell, and CJ watched as he did so.
"The boy has balls, I'll give him that" Stick said to Leroy.
"Yeah, a lot of good it's doing him" replies Leroy, as he takes the final bite of his food.
Chevez talks to CJ for a couple of minutes, and he stands up and walks toward Darren's cell, followed by his crew. Leroy and Stick and a couple of others stand, and again block their path. The guards watch, but do not intervene.
"Just you, CJ" Leroy responds.
"Your bitch calling the shots now, Leroy?" he smirks, and his crew laughs at the remark.
"My `bitch', as you call him, fucked you up; don't make me add to your fucked up face, CJ" Leroy said, putting his face into CJ's.
CJ looks to his crew and signals them to go take a seat, and they did. Leroy opened the door and closed it, once CJ was inside.
CJ looked at Darren, who was showing no fear, looking back at him.
"You owe me" CJ said, moving closer.
"No, I don't. All my misfortune in this place stems from you" he replies, now standing, still shorter and much smaller than CJ in stature.
"How?" CJ grunts back at him.
"All I said to you was hello. You responded by punching me" Darren replied.
"It's the way it works in here; you do unto others before they do it to you" he smirks back.
"I attacked you yesterday, which you fucking deserved; and hopefully, your nuts will come out of your body by the time you get out of here" Darren smirked back, and CJ winced at the feeling he had when he eventually came around.
"Everyone in here knows what I have done in here to survive; you have caused most of it. I, myself, bear most of the blame. I should have been smarter and not gotten caught in the first place" he paused for a second.
"What I mean is, I shouldn't have been there to get caught. Dodge was an asshole; too fucking smart mouthed for his own fucking good. What did it get him...me? I have sucked cock and been fucked by my cellmate and 3 guards; and now you want me to blow you as payment. CJ, the next cock that enters my mouth gets bitten off; do you get me?" Darren replies, and CJ just smirks.
"You think you can take me" he replies, and Darren just stands up and faces him, head on. "CJ, I already did. Yeah, you might kick my ass, but you will never fuck it, coz I will kill you, first" Darren replied.
"When do you get out?" he asked.
"Tomorrow. I will get bailed out tomorrow" Darren replies.
"Okay; if you come back, dude, there is nothing Leroy will do to stop me taking you and sharing you. So, you better hope you see a good judge; coz, if not, my cock will find a new home... get me?" CJ replies and opens the door and leaves the cell. Leroy then comes in.
"Everything okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, he knows not to bother me. I promised I would bite his cock off if he tried" Darren replied.
"Ouch, and I think you would do it, too" Leroy replied, grabbing his junk to protect it.
The remainder of the Sunday passed without incident, and the first night since being incarcerated, Darren Cotter slept cum breath free.
10am the following day.
"Cotter, shift yourself" a guard he hadn't sucked off or had been fucked by stood in the doorway of his cell. He shook both Leroy's and Stick's hands; he had been forced to do things for them, but he knew he wouldn't have gotten through the weekend without their help.
"Don't fucking come back here" Leroy instructed and hugged him. "This place will kill you, man" he added, whispering into his ear.
He left the cellblock and headed for the administration building to change back into his own clothes and collect his belongings. He hoped this would be the last he saw of this place.
He changed back into his own clothes and looked at himself and just smirked at himself. "Dodge, you are a waste of my space. Fuck off and let Darren Cotter have his life back" he said to himself, and collected his stuff. His mobile phone had been switched off and still had some power. He approached his lawyer and they were about to leave when he spotted Cairns, Lewis and Gill standing by their cars. They just smirked at him. He turned to his lawyer and pulled out his phone.
"Give me a sec, okay? I just need to thank a couple of the guards that helped me" he said, and she smiled, seeing his attitude had changed from the last time she had spoken to him.
He put the phone back into his pocket and walked over to where they were standing.
"Want to suck us off before you leave, Cotter?" Cairns said, as Darren approached, and he was seething stopped in front of them.
"How long do you think it will be before you three get caught? I mean, how many guys have you raped in here, anyway?" Darren asked.
"We have never raped anyone. Punks like you treat people like shit, so we help rehabilitate; fucking you just helps in the process" Gill laughed out.
"Oh, and Cotter, do not think about stirring the shit. We have served here for 12 years; it's an experienced guard against a low life piece of street trash. Who's going to believe you, anyway, and things tend to happen to anyone who thinks about talking; suicides happen, shame that" Lewis added, in a very poor attempt at a covert threat.
"Oh, and Cotter, you suck cock better than my old lady" Gill added, and laughed as they just kept adding insult after insult. Darren's lawyer approached, wondering what all the laughter was about.
"Everything alright here, gentleman?" she asked, and Darren just nodded.
"Yes, Miss?" they started.
"Mrs. Dana Land, I am Mr Cotter's council" she replied.
"Oh, good, we were just wishing him well, and saying how we hoped we never see or hear from him again. Isn't that right, Mr Cotter?" asked Lewis.
"Yeah, that's right. Come on, we need to get going" He replied, and walked away with Dana Land.
"You going to tell me what that was about?" she asked.
"Yes, but let's get going first" He replied.
Soon they were on the I19, heading back toward the city.
Darren stayed quiet until he saw the city looming.
"Dana, is it true that if you report a crime and help incriminate the participants, the judge will take that cooperation into account while determining a suitable punishment for your own crimes ?" he asked, and waited. She pulled onto a hard shoulder and stopped.
"Did you hear something in lockup, Dodge?" she asked.
"Please, call me Darren; Dodge is history" he replied.
"And no, but...look, this is hard for me to admit, but, if I am going to get past this, I need to be honest. I was forced to perform sexual acts with fellow inmates; and then forced by the people protecting us. I was forced to give blowjobs to three guards, and I was sodamised by all three of them" he said, with a tear falling down his face as he recalled the solitary confinement and then the shower.
Over the next thirty minutes, he told of his weekend from hell in the so called protective facility, and he sobbed when he concluded.
"Shit, Darren; are you okay? Do you need a doctor?" she asked.
"I don't know" he replied.
"I'm going to call the courthouse and tell them we have been delayed and then I need to speak to my boss. The D.A will need to talk to you. Shit, Darren, can you prove any of this? I mean, your word is worthless, you know that, right?" she added.
"They told me that suicides were common place" he added.
"They threatened you?" she asked.
"Yeah"
"Can you prove it?" she asked.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and went to the voice recorder app on it. He opened the file and played it.
"You come to suck us off before you leave, Cotter?" the voice of senior guard James Cairns, loud and clear, filled the car.
Darren stopped at the end of the recording, and the look on Dana's face was one of disbelief and total shock.
"Very smart, Darren; good thinking" she said, as he put the phone back into his pocket.
Three hours later, after being examined by a doctor and having swabs taken that would be useless, and photos taken that would be the opposite; and would prove sexual contact had been made, and with the recording of the confession by the three guards, done without their knowledge; they were sitting in the office of the D.A.
"Will you testify, Mr Cotter?" he asked, and Darren looked at him for a long minute. He still had no clue as to what would happen to him if he was found guilty. He feared reprisals if he were to be sent back.
"Sir, I don't mean any disrespect, but what happens to me if the judge gives me a custodial sentence?" he asked, a little more than worried.
"Darren, trust me on this one; the County, when they hear of this, will bend over backward to accommodate you. You have a lawsuit that would cost them a fortune. I promise you, Son, you will not see a single second of incarceration" he replied.
"Will you testify?" he repeated.
A knock at the door halted the conversation.
"Sir, a Mrs. Janice Cotter is here to see her Son" a receptionist informed them.
"You called my Mother?" Darren asked.
"No, we did not; well, I didn't, anyway" he replied.
"Stay seated and I'll give you a few minutes, okay?" he said and went out into the hallway. A minute later, Darren was face to face with his Mother.
Tears formed in both of their eyes, and she pulled her son into her arms and hugged him tight. "I'm sorry Mom; I really am so sorry" he sobbed into her shoulder.
"Are you okay, did they hurt you bad?" she asked, and Darren wondered what she had been told, and who told her.
"Mom, I can't talk about it with you; it's just too horrible" he replied.
"What did the doctors say?" she asked, sobbing, while holding him tighter.
"I'll heal. I will have some emotional scars, but Mom, I survived" he added with a forced smile. He didn't want to know who had told her; he just knew she was there for him, and for the first time in years he was where he wanted to be - in his mother's arms.
"Where is Dad?" he asked.
"Oh, with his girlfriend" she replied with no feeling. He hadn't seen them in a while, and this was news to him. He was not upset at the development, though.
"Will they let you come home, sweetheart?" she asked.
A knock at the door halted his reply.
"Mr. Cotter, we need to talk further" The D.A. responded, as he walked back into his office.
"I need an answer, Mr Cotter" he added.
Darren looked at his mother and thought for a second. "What will happen to them?" he asked. "Son, I will be candid here. We think, and we hope to prove, that over the past ten years that we know of; the three of them are responsible for at least four deaths, or apparent suicides. We know all the deaths were classed as suicides, as the guards on duty testified in Coroners court of their depression. The coroner also indicated sexual contact with all four inmates" he replied.
"Darren, we are looking at charging Cairns, Lewis, and Gill with murder and rape. We are looking for this Terry Maitland, and see what he has to add to the case; but your testimony is crucial" he added.
Darren held his mother's hand and just thought to himself for a second. For the past few years, he has been a boil on the ass of society; but now he can put three murdering rapists in jail. When their fellow inmates find out what they were, and did; well, let's just hope they take plenty of lube with them.
"Sir, yes, I will testify" he replied.
"Okay! I will have a talk with the judge, and this will be a formality; but you should be able to go home this afternoon" he added, and then left the room.
Two hours later, he heard that he was free to go; the case against him will be quashed at a later date. He was free to go home; his mother smiled at the prospect of having her son back in her life.
Epilogue
8 months later, Darren Cotter was sitting in court, having taken a day off from Community College, as he awaited the verdict of the three tormentors. Lewis and Cairns sat at the defense table; while Gill, who pleaded guilty in order to receive a lighter sentence and also to give evidence on his two co-conspirators, was already in prison. He received a sentence of ten years. .
The judge entered the courtroom.
"All rise for the honorable George Locke" the bailiff yelled, and the court rose.
"Please be seated" he replied.
After a few formalities were read to the court, the Judge looked at the jury.
"Will the foreman of the jury please rise" and a middle aged man stood and held a piece of paper. The bailiff took it and handed it to the judge. He opened it, read it and placed it on his desk.
"Have you reached a verdict upon which you all agree?" he asked.
"Yes, your honor" he replied.
"Will the defendants please stand" and they did.
"On the first count, murder in the first degree, how do you find?" he asked.
"GUILTY" the foreman informed the court, and a loud gasp of air filled the room. A smile crossed Darren's face as he heard what was said.
"As to the second count, sexual assault, how do you find?" he asked.
"Guilty, your honor" he replied.
"And, on this you all agree?" he asked.
"Aye" came from the entire jury.
"Thank you for your service on this matter. The jury is now excused" he said, and the Jury left the courtroom by a side exit.
He read some notes and then addressed the now convicted felons, standing in front of him.
"John Lewis and James Cairns, you have been found guilty of a most brutal and shocking number of crimes. You were in a position of responsibility, and you abused that position in a most despicable way. I see no reason to postpone sentencing at this time" he said, and shocked the courtroom.
"James cairns, you, as the senior officer in this case, disgust me. Under the laws of Gerard county and this State, I sentence you to a minimum term of 35 years. John Lewis, I sentence you to 29 years without the possibility of parole before 25 years. Take them away" he ended and rose and left the courtroom.
Darren watched with satisfaction as his tormentors were led away in chains. He thought about Leroy and Stick, and wondered if things had changed any. That thought soon left his mind, however, as he walked out of court knowing he would never have to face the likes of Lewis, Cairns and Gill ever again. He didn't even wish they got what they should have coming to them while incarcerated. He just wanted to live his life. He knew that eight months ago he hit rock bottom; he also knew he needed to hit that point before he woke up.
He walked over to the coffee shop and met his girlfriend of six months, talking to his mother. He was now only looking forward and not back. The court case was a part of his past, and now it could stay there.
The End...
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