18 Months With Him

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Chapter 1 | jail

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Jordan

Lately ive been feeling kinda like a bitch cause i listen to everything these niggas say, they tell me to go sell they shit and make sure there regulars get everything they need and i do that. But when it comes to making more money or anything bigger then weed im just some little kid. Im nineteen finna be twenty.. Next year but the ammount of time don't matter.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when some dope head who was tripping started walking towards me " you dion's homie" he asked

I rolled my eyes not really in the mood " ion got what you want ight, maybe try up the street og" i said

The guy nodded starting to walk away, i watched as he turned the corner where some other guys was standing. Once he was gone i tuned around and started walking since i didn't seem to be getting any buisness right here. I walked for a while until i started hearing a car following me. I kept walking and turned the corner as the car followed me again. Once i made sure i wasn't tripping i booked it down the street and the sirens turned on.

I ran for a while almost making it to the alley where i usually cut them off and right before he got out of the car and tackled me " i ain't do nothing" i said

The guy was out of breath and out of shape so i was upset that he caught me "why'd you run then" he asked pushing me against the car starting to pat me down

Mane this was some bullshit i knew i should have stayed home " cause im scared of white folks" i only half joked

This was a cop that was known around my neighborhood he was usually cool, but not today i guess.

The cop laughed shaking his head but his amused look went away when he found the stash, he sighed standing up straight " im gonna have to take you downtown" he said

I sighed shaking my head as he helped me stand up straight " yeah whatever" i said

He opened the door and told me to watch my head, once i was in he shut the door and got in the front starting to tell me my rights. I already knew them cause when my mom was around she preached them to me like they was the bible. She would make sure i knew so when the cops came around i ain't have to do nothing that wasn't necessary. I needed her in moments like this but she never seemed to be there. At the moment though i was busy watching the guys that was supposed to be my homies just standing there. Time after that seemed to go by fast untill it was time for booking, i spent hours in there. Taking mugshots, fingerprints, intel, shower, holding cell and then classification. The only way i could describe classification was overcrowded, loud and disgusting. People kept trying to talk to me but i was to busy thinking about if i would make bail or have to spend time in here.

The guy under me kept kicking the bottom of my bed " nigga i swear to god" i snapped

There was no answer but the kicking did stop so i layed down and out of no where it just started again. I was already going crazy and i wasn't even inside the actual jail. Great. After four hours of classification, people praying to be put it c pod and some disgusting ass food that i ended up throwing half of away.

My name was called and i grabbed my stuff thinking i was leaving or some shit " where am I going" i asked

The guard sighed " your going to be put in general population" he said

I didn't know what to think, ive never been here so now i was praying to be put in c pod and i didn't even know the difference, just my luck we stopped right in front of the door that said 'D600'. I didn't say anything just watched as the door opened and almost imeadly everything got loud and i smelled the worst smell ive ever smelled in my life. It was like a boys locker room times a thousand and i could see why as soon as i walked in. This was a thirty imate pod and there was at least fifty something.

The door shut behind me and everyone turned to look at me, i didn't like the feeling so i walked over to the first open bed and put my stuff down. " what's your name" someone asked

I turned around seeing someone sitting on a bed i hadnt noticed before " Jordan" i said

The guy nodded " what you in for Jordan" he asked

I turned back around pulling my self onto the top bunk " possession" i said

The guy laughed like i had said something funny " smoking or selling" he asked

I shrugged "does it matter" i said without even knowing how disrespectful i was sounding

The guy put his hands up im defense " i guess not Jordan" he said, when he said my name it gave me a sick feeling.

I felt even more awkward when he stopped talking completely " whats your name and what you in for" i asked

The guy stared at me for a second " garza, and why you asking disrespectful questions" he said annoyed

What the fuck, maybe i should have picked a different bed.

I leaned back slightly " i was just asking i mean you asked me so- " i tried to say

Garza started laughing " mane i was just playing with you. I'm here cause i tried to kill my teacher, that bitch had it coming she tired to give me a f" he said with a serious look on his face

They put me in the same pod as a murderer. This shit is all the way messed up im tryna go home right now. Them niggas better pay my bond or imma be pissed when i get out.

Someone came walking into the cell and when he noticed it was quiet he started laughing " you seriously still messing with the newbies" he said like that shit was funny. It wasn't.

Garza laughed jumping down from his bunk " My bad he was just to easy" he said shaking his head as he walked out

The guy smiled up at me dapping me up " my name anthony, sorry bout him if he ever bother you or if you need something let me know" he said

I pulled my hand away shrugging " ight" i said kinda expressionless

I guess he got the hint cause he walked straight out of the cell without another word. He seemed cool or whatever but i didn't need help or anything, I didn't want it to be obvious that this was my first time in jail and its not like i meant to sound like a jerk.

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