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MATT'S POV

I was sitting on the cold, hard bench in my prison cell, staring at the gray walls that had become my world. Sometimes I wondered how I'd allowed myself to come here but it wasn't totally my fault. Everything that happened happened too fast and I didn't see any of it coming.

But if there was one thing that I believed in, it was the fact that I would be out of here but I didn't know when. I just needed to get the right connections.

That was all I wanted, and then once that was achieved, I would be able to get out of here. I had a lot of plans, but I just needed the night people, people who had the same fervor like me to get me outta here. The place reeked of sweat and pure despair. The air was thick with the stench of rotten food and unwashed bodies.

It was unfit for any human life and that was one of the reasons I wanted to get out of here, but that reason was nothing compared to the main one. Revenge. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard someone yell from a cell no