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situation outweighed his passion. He switched to survival mode and began to scan his surrounding for an escape route.
    All of his planning was forgotten about when Ching heard the car accelerate.
    He never looked back, never slowed down, and had never run so fast in his entire seventeen years of living…

 –—Chapter Two–—
     
    Like most prisons, the yard was always swarming with activity when it was warm outside. Inmates could be seen lifting weights, making sports wagers, and occasionally soliciting homosexuals.
    But on this Friday, at Bunn Correction Facility, the yard was just about deserted. A track and field event was airing on television, and hardly any man had passed up the chance of seeing the world’s female track stars in their skimpy outfits.
    Hammer was an exception. Not only had fourteen years of incarceration taught him to have patience, it also taught him unwavering discipline. He missed a woman’s company just as much as the next man who had been incarcerated for as long as he had, but he never gave in to lust.
    In his opinion, lusting was a weakness; a weakness that he caused a lot of men to indulge into risky activities that had more often than not resulted in H.I.V. He also didn’t give into masturbation; he allowed his dreams to relieve that pressure. It was messy, but it was natural, and more gratifying to him.
    Now as he stood on the basketball court alone, he studied the rim, immersed in his thoughts.
    Now if I make this shot, I’m going to get some mail from Cataya today.
    He shot the fifteen footer and missed badly.
    “Damn!” he exclaimed, as he retrieved the ball. He positioned himself behind the three-point line.
    Come on, Hammer. Tighten up. If I make this shot, me and Taya will be real close when I come home.
    When the ball swished in the net, and Hammer pumped his fist in the air like an excited kid. This was a daily ritual that Chaplin Stephens vehemently protested, saying that it was a reckless measure that didn’t have anything to do with fate or reality. Hammer somewhat believe this to be true, but he did whatever it took to give himself hope for the future.
    Sometimes it was harder for him to be optimistic in a place that had befallen on him when he had only been doing what any man should have—for a person who probably didn’t deserve it.
    His routine was interrupted when a very skinny man approached him with urgency.
    “Hammer! Hammer! I need some help man this dude is trying to kill me because-“
    “Hold up, Bobby!” Hammer demanded. “Slow down, I can’t understand a word that you are saying.”
    Bobby took a few deep breaths and wiped the sweat from his brow.
    “He said that he’s going to kill me. I need your help, brother-in-law .”
    Hammer mumbled something that was unintelligible to Bobby before shooting a three-pointer. He led to the right as if he was guiding the ball in the rim.
    Swish !
    It was only then that Hammer turned back to him. “Who’s trying to kill you, Bobby?”
    “Sparky, the head of the Dirty White Boys.”
    The Dirty White Boys were an organized gang of Caucasians that had their hands in a lot of illegal activities on the compound. And being that he knew Bobby so well, he was ninety percent positive of how the problem had arisen.
    “Why?”
    “Why, what?” Bobby asked, glancing over is shoulders. “The hell are you talking about?”
    “Why is Sparky trying to kill you?”
    “Because he want me to pay him for some garbage heroin that he fronted me.”
    Hammer retrieved the basketball and laid it up. His suspicion had been accurate. “I’m staying out of that one.”
    “Come on, Hammer! I can’t believe that you’re still mad because I didn’t keep my word when I went home. That’s not a real reason to leave me out here to get murdered; I’m your brother-in-law.”
    Hammer shook his head in disgust. He knew that Bobby only used the ‘brother-in-law’ title for leverage when he was in need of something. Otherwise, he