Hold You Down

Chapter Thirty Four | Don't Be Gone Too Long

Chapter Thirty Four | Don't Be Gone Too Long

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Don't be gone too long

Too long

Cause you won't be there to love me when you're gone

Don't be gone too long

Too long

Tell me who's gonna love me when you're gone - Chris Brown

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Money

I fucked up big time. Damn. I should've listened to Essence when she told me to take the work somewhere else and now look at me in a damn jail cell. This whole thing could've been avoided because the pigs aint got shit on me. My record as clean as a fuckin' whistle, but now I got this shit to deal with. I could be looking a couple years, just because I was tired and was too caught up in some ass to hide the shit. I fucked up and was left to think about the consequences as I sat in here with the rest of these niggas.

Them fuck ass pigs ain't even let me get a shirt. They dragged my ass in in jogging pants and some damn slides. I swear to God them I had the fucking police. I was born to hate 12 every since I was in my momma's womb. My pops instilled that in our brain at an early age and it just stuck. I ran a hand over my face because a nigga was stressing hard as fuck in here. I could only imagine how Essence was feeling out there by herself.

I shook my head as I looked up at all the niggas that surrounded me. Most of these niggas look like they was fresh out of high school. They all looked like some young and dumb niggas that needed a come up. It was a couple old ass dudes in here too and one little ass crazy looking white man. One of the little niggas was staring at me like he had some to say. I mugged his ass, fuck he looking in my damn face for like he got some shit to get off his chest.

"What the fuck yo' ass lookin' in my damn face for?" I frowned as I looked at the nigga. He smacked his lips and turned his head away from me, I see the nigga had sense. These niggas knew my name round this bitch. I could have this nigga killed right now if I pleased, and everybody knew that. My last name alone was enough for a nigga to know a gun ain't none to shoot and a body ain't shit to catch.

"Damian Johnson, you've made bail." the female officer said as she unlocked the holding cell with her key. I hopped up from that bitch quickly and walked towards the gate. I knew my peoples would come through, no doubt. I haven't been in here but half and hour and it was already eating me up. I followed the officer out of the back area and out into the front where Essence, DJ, and my lawyer were waiting for me. As soon as Essence came into sight, she ran over to me and I hugged her tightly. Essence was my world. I had to get a handle on this shit before it got out of hand.

I stood in the kitchen thinking about the shit that went down this morning. It was real fucked up, but my lawyer was handling it for me. I had the best nigga in the South, so I wasn't worried about much. I knew it would be almost impossible to get me no time, but he would get me as less as possible and I was straight with that. I fucked up and now I got to deal with that, but the hardest part is going to be letting Essence know the deal.

Me and my lawyer had a one on one talk and he already told me I was looking at about 3 or 4 years for that. I could've been looking at more, but he could work it down to 4 years, 3 being the minimum. That shit hit me hard too, I aint never even seen the inside of a prison cell before, so the shit spooked me a little bit. I then been in a holding cell plenty times, but all my charges were disputed. This wasn't the case this go around and it was fucked up.