ONE MONTH LATER.
"Mmph Mmph" Aysan grunted as he did push-ups continuously. His feet placed up against the cold cement wall for extra retention.
isolation
He hadn't been in Jail for almost 8 years. He also knew he wasn't supposed to be here either, he was very clean with his actions. He knew there was a rat somewhere in his camp.
"You keep doing push-ups like that you gone blow that back out" Rodney his bunkie spoke from behind his newspaper.
"I'll be aight Rod." Aysan huffed standing to his feet looking at himself in the mirror. His biceps bulging through the orange short sleeved shirt. His beard had grown out thick as well as his hair. When you're locked out you have nothing but time on your hands. He spent most of his time writing , reading , and working out. Started his morning off with 100 push-ups , then he'd go
into the rec yard and lift , then finish his night off with crunches.
"Ya' lawyer comin' to visit today?"
"He should be. I need to know if i got a court date yet. I been locked in this bi- place too long."
"Ain' too long neph. Once you get out youn' need to be comin' back ya' hear? I told you that shit last time you was locked."
" Ion' plan on it. I got a family now."
"Change yo' life fa' your kids man. If I could
go back and change what I did that night i would 100 percent. I missed every birthday for my kids, and that shit fuck wit' me everyday."
"You got my word Rod."
Rodney was someone who practically watched Aysan grow up. He was big in the streets at the time , and often took Aysan under his wing. Yet when Aysan was 17 Rodney was arrested on a a first degree murder charge and sentenced to 25 years with parole upon release.
"Grainger you've got a visitor." He heard from
the other side of the bars. Aysan walked over
as the officer unlocked the bars. He placed his hands in front of him so he could be cuffed and escorted out of the cell.
As he walked through the jail he received mugs and all types of looks which he returned the favor. No man on earth could put an ounce of fear into his heart , he only feared God.
Once he made it out into the visitors area he spotted his lawyer Tim.
"Aysan , how are you holding up?" Tim spoke slapping hands with Aysan.
"The best i can be in Jail Tim. Look am I getting out or not?"
"I'm 98% sure you are. They have no concrete evidence , only a statement. They do have your fingerprints on the door of the home where the shooting took place. I'm sure i can work my
way around that though. Your court date is set for February 27th."
"And if i'm found guilty?"
"You're looking at twenty plus years."
"Fuck man." He sighed running his hand down his face.
"Don't worry i'm going to get you out of this. It's what I do best."
"You better man, that's what i'm paying you all
this money for."
"TIMES UP INMATE"
"Aight Tim. I'll see you next week."
"Until then. Keep your head up."
Aysan nodded his head standing up from a spot. He made his way back into population where he made his way over to make a phone call. Dialing Mari's number he waited anxiously for her to answer.
