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Doodling in his sketchbook, Cepheus sat on the cold metal bed with his legs crossed. His left arm propping his head up while his right hand drew out anything that his mind drifted off to. Most of that consisting of his children and Cassia, while some reflected his own thoughts and disorders. Something that he had learned in therapy to do, since writing did help him, but not as much as drawing.
It was a lot easier for him to express his feelings through art than words, most of the time his drawings saying a lot more than what he could verbally. His art was never anything that he kept hidden away considering he'd painted many murals around the city at the request of others, but there were times it became very intimate for him. Especially when it came to being in his cell, since he really had nothing but his thoughts.
"Aye, Caicey!" Looking up to see Jamie unlocking his cell, Cepheus placed his pad to the side of him. He technically wasn't supposed to have a sketch pad and a pencil, but he got a lot through Jamie. Especially considering he got a private cell that was away from many others.
"A nigga trying to draw and getting disturbed, if you don't get the hell out." Cepheus pointed, his eyes trailing his friend who simply ignored him to sit on the bed across from his own.
"I got some important shit to tell you, and it's serious too." Raising an eyebrow, Cepheus adjusted his body to sit up straight, his feet pressing into the ground with his arms dangling over his thighs.
"What happened? Better not be no extra time or some shit-."
"Nah, ain't nothing like that so don't worry. Your time isn't being altered, I already got that confirmation so you good. However, we gained a new inmate last night, and it was Cassia." Widening his eyes, Cepheus instantly stood to his feet while eyeing Jamie with a hardened look.
"Nigga don't fucking play with me right now." He grit, inching his way closer to his friend until Jamie raised his hand to stop him. Throwing his head back, he erupted in a fit of laughter with his free hand placed on his stomach.
"Man calm your ass down and go back and sit, your girl is good ain't nothing happen to her. I just wanted to see how you was gon act, considering seeing you in actual boyfriend mode in a serious relationship is new to me. Last we seen each other you was a full time hoe running round with Renae, and y'all had a little girl. Then I heard you got shot and I ain't see you again since right now." Nodding his head, Cepheus hesitantly backed his way over towards the space he originally sat on.
"Don't play like that again before I off with your own gun..." He pointed, no doubt serious with his threat. "But she was my doctor who ended up becoming the mother to 3 of my kids and my girl. And I was always serious bout her when we officially got together, cause shit started off as somewhat a bet. But as time went on I started liking her forreal, to the point where I was adamant on not hurting her. But then my momma passed away and all hell broke loose on my end which I took out on her, by this time Renae already abandoned Crystal so Cassia took her in. And long story short we found out bout Mariah having one of my kids, the relationship got toxic as hell till she ended up pregnant for the second time, I ain't know but she was done with me forreal so I fled fo California where more shit went down. Her and I had a drunken night where we ended up conceiving my youngest last year...so now we here." Cepheus tried his best to sum up, many details being left out because they would be there all night if he attempted to explain.
