Chapter 6
Matthew returned to his room and to his bed. The welts and spots of dried blood on his back provided all the explanation needed for his forty-five-minute long absence.
“Those bastards!” said Douglas. “I told ya that ya wouldn’t get anywhere with them. They’re no more than fuckin’ animals, the lot of them.”
“Got what he asked for if you ask me,” chimed in Anton.
Douglas glared across the room.
“As it turns out, ya insensitive little arsehole, no one was asking ya.”
Anton turned his nose up at the rebuke, got off his bed, and left the room in a huff.
“Bloody little queen,” said Douglas. “He’s another one that wants sortin’ out.”
“Just leave him,” said Matthew. “Unfortunately we’re all stuck in here together. We’ve got to try and get on with each other, not fight.”
Dougla
