Johnnie Bryant
Trigger 19
Atlanta, Georgia📍
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"Johnnie" some guard said and i looked up
"Come on." She said and i raised my eyebrows. "You free"
Baby ian even gone question it. I jumped up and walked out the cell.
Since i had already showered i went to change in the clothes i got locked up in before going to get my stuff.
"Gimmie dat" i snatched the bag from dude.
I opened the bag and looked in it seeing my wig and watch in there. I walked out the building and seen Gas leaning on the hood of his car.
He looked at me and smiled. I furrowed my eyebrows looking around.
I thought he was gone get on my ass fuck he smiling fa?
"Wassup" i said
"Wassup" he pulled me in a hug.
"Why you happy?" I asked looking at him.
"Cause you free. You not happy?" He asked as we got in the car
"I mean... I guess. Thanks though" i said
"You good. Next time you get locked up though you own yo own" he said and i nodded
"Damn made you wear yo natural hair and shit. Got you looking like a rascal" he said touching my hair and i popped his hand.
"Don't touch my hair" i said. "How you get me out?"
"Money" he said. I nodded
"What you been on though?" I asked. He shrugged. "You been fucking bitches?"
"What bitches?" He asked.
"The bitches you usually kick it with. Have you been fucking them?" I asked again
"It hasn't even been five minutes since you got out and you already wanna start an argument wimmie" he shook his head
"I'm asking." I shrugged.
"No i haven't fucked any bitch Johnnie" he said
"Why you getting defensive?" I tilted my head to the side
"Cause you think all i do is wake up fuck a bitch and go to sleep. No it ain't like that" he said.
"Ok then." I said. "Why you getting so tight though?"
