Abraxas' POV
I look at the lousy calendar on the wall of my cell. I was granted this privilege due to good behavior. I sneer at the thought. I have to do something to pass the time, and pretending to be a good little boy is one of my favorite things. I am befriending some of the guards, playing innocent and stupid at the same time. Setting up my fellow inmates and taddling like the goodie-two-shoes I pretend I am.
I have been here for three f*****g years. Three years since everything came crumbling down because of Anastasia f*****g Jackson! She tricked me. ME! I slam my fist into the wall, knowing the guards won't be here for another hour. They are changing shifts right now, and those who are coming onto the next shift are the ones I have fooled the most. Those are the ones who a
