The rooms weren't the cells I had expected. Sure, the windows were barred and the doors had a double key lock, but the room itself was clean.
Two beds tucked on opposite corners of the square room and right next to both was a single nightstand. There was a single desk we were expected to share and two dressers next to it. A tiny bathroom was in the corner, but no shower. Fucking disgusting.
I jumped onto the bed and switched off the lamp besides me. Rolling over, I fell asleep. The bad wasn't awful like I imagined it, instead it was warm and secure. Like a giant hug. A really warm hug with shallow breaths tickling my nape.
Spinning around I came face to face with a blond boy spooning me from behind. I blinked once, twice, then kicked him off the bed and he fell with a satisfying thump.
"Waaaaah!" he screamed and flailed his arms wildly.
"Fuck is with you? That's my bed and I was sleeping there!"
I fell on top of him and straddled his waist. With one hand risen, I prepared to pummel his face.
Two hands wrapped around my neck and yanked me back. With a cry, I fell on my back and a single hand wrapped it's way around my neck. The other delivered fast and painful punches to my face, one after another, with an agonizing pace.
The blond boy came to my defense though.
"No! Rylie, please stop. This was my fault. I crawled into his bed on accident and cuddled him. Please let this go."
With a sigh he climbed off and I felt the air rushing through my lungs. The new boy was slightly more built than I was with black dyed hair and growing in brown roots. The name on the back of his shirt said Ryland De Luca, and I assumed 'Rylie' was a nickname.
The blond boy also had his hair dyed, and looking at him now I noticed his brown roots too. He was shorter than me, but much more built than the both of us. His name said Rio De Luca, and I realized the two were brothers.
Not wanting to get in the way of their sibling incest I crawled into my bed. One detail I missed before was the nameplate at the foot of the bed. One said Vought while the other said De Luca.
"That's Rio's bed." announced Ryland.
Flipping him a bird I crawled into the covers. It wasn't, I just checked. This guy probably had a brother problem.
"I said that's Rio's bed."
"Ryland! Stop it!"
I had fucking enough. My patience was dangling by a thread snapped and I felt myself launch forward. I grabbed a faceful of Ryland's hair and brought it down on my knee. I relished in the sweet crack and pained gasps he let out. All until the blond brother stepped in.
Ripping my hand loose, I was shoved back onto the bed and grunted as he pressed a foot on my chest. His other hands kept Ryland still in a headlock.
"I said STOP IT! You guys just don't listen at all! They might send the guards down here and then we'll all be in trouble."
"Fuck." The guards had guns and seemed well equipped to handle us if things went south.
"Language," barked Ryland. Even stuck in a headlock the guy was so high and mighty.
We were both released, and Ryland left the room.
"You can sleep now, alright? Sorry for bothering you with all that drama."
Rio went to the opposite bed and settled in. The sheets were cold and the bed was hard and stiff.
"You know, the bed is more comfortable with two people." Rio said, whispering from his side of the room.
"Gay," I grunted, and cuddled my legs.
Two arms wrapped around my waist and I fell asleep as a little spoon.
The realization would only hit me in the morning.