ᴛᴏxɪᴄ // D. Swing

Cԋαρƚҽɾ 50: Gσσԃ Lυʋ.

November 7, 1995

It's been almost three months since Devante's been behind bars, and it was nothing but an emotional rollercoaster for him. One minute he's upset and the next he's not. Since he got arrested he's being trying his best to push out all those negative feelings he has for Ranae.

Is she part of the reason he's in here? Yes, but mainly it's because Donald couldn't control himself and decided to act out. Bottling up all that frustration wasn't helping, if anything it was making him more upset, and he didn't want that. It's bad enough he got 21 years, he couldn't imagine stressing out over Ranae and their past relationship for that long, it would be insane.

Of course he still thinks about her, he misses her like crazy, and all he could feel these past three months were sorrow. Reality slapped him in the face and he couldn't help but to think where he would be right now, had he left Ranae completely alone.

De actually sat back and thought about all the bullshit he's been doing for the past four years, all over a girl. It was complete nonsense.

Ranae was the first and only person who had Devante gone in the head, he can finally admit that.

Now that he's sitting behind bars, away from his friends and family, he wished he wouldn't repeatedly try and barge his way into Ranae's life after they split up. Look where needing closure got him. Though his emotions been all over the place for the past three months, he started writing her letters. Plenty of em, but never had the urgency to send one out, until a few days ago.

It was a lot to get off his chest, and being that she probably would never wanna see him face to face, it's best that he wrote it down on paper for her to read. That's if she'll ever accept anything from him. Hopefully she got got ahold of it and actually read the full thing.

While in the middle of watching the television with other inmates, he heard his last name being called by one of the guards.

"Degrate! You got a visitor." He told him.

Donald stood from the chair with a anxious look on his face, ready to see just who decided to come and talk to him on this rainy Sunday.

Following the guard to the visitation room, he opened the door and spotted his brother Dalvin seated at one of the tables. De couldn't help but to smirk upon seeing his baby bro paying him another visit.

Strolling up to the table, Dalvin stood and brung him into a long brotherly hug. Devante wasn't really a hugger but this is what he needed right now, being that he's away from his family. He needed to appreciate the company cause once Dalvin left out of those doors, he was back to being alone.

"What's good with you? They still treating you like a superstar in here?" Dalvin joked with him.

De chuckled "Nah, they died it down after two weeks of me being here. That groupie shit didn't look too good on em."

When Donald first ended up in here, most of the inmates knew about him and his group. Not only did they view him as one of the jodeci boys, but also as some big time producer. Plenty of them applauded him for the music he made, and didn't waste any time bringing up that they themselves could sing. They wanted to get put on, that's all.

"You walking around here with an entourage yet?"

"Hell nah, I don't know these niggas like that. I mean we kick it here and there but ain't no kissing ass in here." De shrugged "Some of them be strolling around cliqued up, but they ain't paying me no mind."

"That's wassup, the last thing you need is one of these motherfuckers beating ya yellow ass black and blue."

"Whatever lil nigga, what's going on out there though? What y'all been up to lately?"