Charles's pov

A few hours that day before Samantha's accident...

I had was busy the floors of the prison kitchen that was assigned for me to be doing. As I wiped the last of the grim out I was relieved that I was done for the day. Then a prison mate came over and intentionally spilled a water in my already clean floors. Looking at the creepy smile on his face, he was just spoiling for a fight. He must have wanted it. In here, fighting was a craving a need and an everyday thing. That's what happens when you put a bunch of men who have committed one crime...