Early Release

With two years left on my sentence, no connections and no fucking resources to fall back on, the news that my baby brother has fallen prey to a predator while I'm locked up in Pengrass Penitentiary almost wrecks me. I need to get out. I need to help him. I need to fucking protect him. And then, I hear about a new program for early release…
I've got two years left at Pengrass Penitentiary and have already been locked away in this shit hole for six when I get news that almost wrecks me.

My baby brother was just ten when our parents died and left me to figure out how to raise him myself, even though I was barely old enough to fight for my right to keep him out of the foster care system at the time.

He was thirteen when I fucked up, all in the name of trying to take care of him, and got sent here. Ripped out of his life and forced to lose him to the very system I'd been trying to keep him from.

But now… now he's nineteen.

Aged out and all on his own.

Thinking I abandoned him and falling prey to a predator who I've got no way to protect him from.

Not from inside. Not until I get out.

But two years is too long. My brother will be used up and spit back out by then. Or worse.

And just when I think I've got no options, no way to get to him, no way to help, I hear that there might be a way. That due to overcrowding, Pengrass is giving certain inmates the chance to apply for early release…