She could not be serious. There was no remorse for what she’d done. What she’d stood by and allowed him to do. Thiswas all about her, as always. There was a niggle in the back of his brain that told him to run as fast as he could. She’d asked him here for a reason, and it wouldn’t have been to tell him about her parole or the bid for freedom that monster was making. She was up to something.
“Why am I here?”
“I need you to speak at my hearing. Tell them it was all him, and how I tried to protect you and the girls.”
If there was one thing Jason was, it was a chatterbox – you could never shut him up – but right now he was speechless. She had to be taking the piss?
“Why would I lie to the parole board?”
“It’s just stretching the truth a little.”
“No. You brought that man into our lives. You’re the reason I don’t see my baby sisters anymore. You’re the reason for that . . .” He choked up, unable to say the words.
Not thinking, he stood up.
“Where are you going?” she snapped. “Sit the fuck down. Don’t be causing a scene like you always do. Fucking drama queen. Try acting like a man for once in your life.”
He couldn’t stop it, he just snapped.
“As if I would ever help you when you’re right where you belong. You’re a monster who should never see the outside again. I’ll go to your parole hearing, and I’ll tell them what you did and how you could have stopped it. Then you can fucking rot here.”
Before he could react, she flew at him, grabbing his head and slamming it onto the table. He saw stars, as his vison blurred and pain shot through him. There was a scuffle, and when he could see again, the screws had dragged his mum off him. She was screaming every homophobic slur you could imagine, and some new ones, which would be rather witty had they been coming from someone else.
Jason was ushered out of the visiting area and taken tosome form of first-aid room. He still felt disorientated, but was aware of two people looking at him.
“What did you do to set her off?” asked one of them.
He didn’t like their accusatory tone when it was one of their prisoners who had attacked him.
“Do you want to press charges?”
“Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“You’ll need to speak to the governor.”
“It’s very unlike her to act this way.”
His head spun as they kept speaking. Some things were questions, others were more like statements, but he wasn’t given time to respond, so he said nothing. He just wanted to get out of here.
A male prison officer walked in, and the two women stopped with their verbal diarrhoea.
“I’ve got it from here. Let me speak to Mr Kincaid in private.”
The two women’s jaws dropped and they couldn’t get out of the room quick enough. How the fuck did he know Jason’s married name? He’d arranged the visit under Jason Morris. This couldn’t be good.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“I said I wouldn’t speak up for her at the parole hearing.”
“Yeah. That would do it.”
“I can’t believe she had the audacity to even ask me after what she did.”
The look on the guy’s face was neutral, but his eyes gave him away. He agreed with what Jason had done.
“She’s been talking about nothing else for weeks, about how her wonderful son was going to save her.”
“Did you hear what she said to me?”
