Page 30 of Shadowman
And what he doesn’t understand is that Istillfeel that way now. Even here, with the occasional attention from Joy, and the inmates who sorta look up to me. With Luthor and Ren…
I’m still in the shadows. Begging to be pulled out.
Sighing out hard, I plop down next to him. “You know I’m not like that. I feel left out all the time…”
With them.
I don’t say the words, because I hate how they make me sound, to myself more than anything. Like I’m a whiny third wheel, a desperate, dejected prop in their epic, toxic love story. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling it sometimes.Okay, most of the time.
Always a supporting role… Never a lead.
When’s it gonna be my turn?
Kieran looks up at me, nodding, as if he understands. “You know I didn’t tell ’em anything, yeah? About the phone… where it came from.”
I nod in response. I know he wouldn’t do that. But it doesn’t matter.
“Did they even ask you where you got it…?”
He balks a bit, shaking his head.
Exactly. They don’t need to ask because they already know.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens,” I mutter, choosing to change the subject. I’d rather not stress about something I can’t control. “How was solitary?”
He snorts. “Fookin’ great. On my way back, I saw that preppy little creep… TheCarver.”
“Felix Darcey?” My brows zip.
The infamous serial killer has been here for a couple of months, but we don’t see him much. They started keeping himisolated, since pandemonium tends to break out any time he’s around the rest of us.
Well, the crazier of us.
“Yeah. Got himself a cellmate,” O’Malley huffs.
Now I’m even more surprised. “Really?”
He nods. “Yeh know that new preck who came in the other day, then disappeared? Big, dumb-lookin’ fook…”
“Oh, yea…” I hum, thinking back to seeing the guy for two seconds, then never seeing him again. “His name’s Wilkerson. I just assumed he switched groups.”
O’Malley shakes his head. “He’s in a cushy, private cell with preppy boy. I heard the little nutter went on a hunger strike or some shit, demanding a cellmate. Velle must’ve caved.”
A breath puffs from my lips. “Well, that… sounds like a bad idea.”
But it doesn’t necessarily surprise me. Felix Darcey is a hot commodity in Manuel Blanco’s collection of twisted trophies.Makes sense that they’d give in to his every spoiled demand.
O’Malley laughs. “Put me in with him… I’ll fook ’im up. That boy ain’t shit.”
He jumps up and starts bouncing around, play-boxing while talking shit about The Carver. And I’m just shaking my head.
I dunno… You can never be sure what’s inside someone else’s mind, right? The kinds of secrets we hold…
Kieran O’Malley wears his issues on his sleeve. That’s one way of doing it, I guess. But I know for a fact there are certain things he refuses to talk about. Like his crimes, for example.
What he did to his little brother…
I’m sure Felix Darcey has done similar shit. He wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t.
