Thug Dilemma

4. Guilt Trip

*Aliyah

After Tray left this morning I started feeling guilty as hell for askin' him to spend the night with me.

So I decided to go down to the counties prison and pay my baby a surprise visit. I never visited him on Sunday's because I always had to go to study hall at my college but today, I was gonna make it all about Corey, I owed him that. As I was gettin' dressed, my phone vibrated meaning I had just received a text. I took it off my dresser and read the message. It was from Tray, saying that he missed me already. I was just about to text him back but then I changed my mind.

Today is all about Corey, I kept repeating in my head as I applied my red gloss onto my full lips. Red always brung out my light complexion and I was lookin' super cute for my baby.

I had my hair tied up into a high bun since I was going for a classy look today. I had on a creme colored long-sleeve, skintight, thousand dollar Alexander McQueen designer dress that hugged my curves and showed off my smooth legs. I topped it all off with some pearl earrings, and some simple red diamond bow sandals.

I look like a dime piece, I thought as I gave myself the once over before grabbing my purse and heading out. After I pulled out of my driveway, I took my iPhone and plugged it into the audio cord. I strolled through my playlist while I was at a stoplight, and paused at my song Feeling Myself, by Nicki Minaj and Beyonce.

I clicked on it and it started blasting through my speakers. Beyonce did the course but as soon as Nicki started rapping, I started rapping with her.

"I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it, and a good girl in my tax bracket, got a black card that let Saks have it, these Chanel bags is a bad habit. I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, is a black magnet. Bitch, never left but I'm back at it, and I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit...." The next song that came on was by August Alsina and it was one of my favorites, Kissing on my Tattoos. I blasted that all the way to the prison house.

When I arrived at the entrance gate, a tall white male officer walked over to my window. I rolled it all the way down and handed him my visiting card. When he finished looking it over, and looking me over, he started smiling.

"You deserve better than a prison bird beautiful, take care though." He said as he gave me my card back and went over to press the button to open the gate. I rolled my window back up smiled politely at the officer as I drove past him and into the facility to park. I wasn't too sure if that was a compliment or not.

But I turned off my engine, grabbed my purse and got out of the car. As I headed to the to the visiting office, I began to get a little nervous. I mean, I was used to coming here and used to how everything worked around here, but something about this particular visit was different. I shook off the odd feelings as I approached the front desk to sign in.

"Hey Ms.Thomas, how are you today?" Debra, the usual front office officer asked.

"I'm fine officer Debra, how is Corey?" I asked not caring about all the other bullshit. He was my only concern in this shit-hole.

"Hmmm, from the looks of it, he's doing great and if he keeps it up, he might just get out early on good behavior." she smiled. "And a letter of recommendation from me...just as you wanted." she winked.

If I wasn't such a heterosexual individual, I'd think that officer Debra had a slight crush on me. She always pulled strings for me and did what I asked of her and she stayed winking and smiling at me.

"Well let's just hope that everything falls in order." I said taking a seat in the visiting room. Only thing I hated about coming here was the long ass hours I had to wait just to see my man for about 40 minutes. I ended up sitting in the visiting room for about half an hour before they finally called my name up to the search unit. I handed my purse to one of the officers and my ID to the other as they dumped all of my items out of my purse.