Short Story From Behind The Bars

As Eli got back to his cell, he was getting ready to lie down to rest, but noticed that his pillow is not there. Knowing there was only one guy that could've stolen it, he started heading to his cell.

"Carl! Don't fuck with me motherfucker! Dare to steal my pillow? HUH?!" Eli shouted as he made his way there.

Eli stood at the entrance of Carl's cell looking at him furiously. He had enough of him, always pulling shit like this. Today something snapped in Eli.

"What are you on about, fam?"

"Where's my fucking pillow, 'faaam'? asked Eli sarcastically.

"Look, bro...I don't know wha-"

Before Carl could finish, Eli's left fist connected with his face, causing him to fall off his bed.

Carl looked up at Eli, flabbergasted. "Did you just punch me?" he asked.

"Yeah, what you gon' do 'bout it?" Eli asked.

"You son of a bitch!" Carl shouted as he threw a punch at Eli, which successfully connected with his nose.

Eli's head flinched back, but he composed himself and kicked Carl in the chest, causing him to stumble back. Taking advantage of this, he punched Carl in the nose with a straight punch. Then he quickly threw a right hook on his cheek, a kick in his stomach, an uppercut in his chin, and a left hook on his body. He managed to lend all those punches and kicks, but Carl was still standing, barely though, he was supporting himself on the wall.

Carl spit out blood, regained his footing, and raised his trembling fists saying "That's all you got, pussy?"

Hearing this Eli remembered how the college kid beat him up after trying to steal his car. Eli instantly got angry and ran at Carl.

After that Eli beat up Carl so badly that he paralyzed him, and also his sentence was extended, only by a few months though.