saaheem goes up to to
his boyfriend in jail.
based on the song,
OD by young thug.
i'm using 2017/2018 sahbabii.
enjoy.
saaheem had too much anxiety going up once again to go see the man. jail was one of the places he avoided after shooting 'pull up wit ah stick' in the 9th ward neighborhood where he was the blame for them getting destroyed.
they was trying to charge him for one of the murders there since he was there shooting a music video with a bunch of niggas and guns. of course they were tryna say one of the guns was pointed to the murder.
luckily he got off with luck, somebody was on his side that day.
"h-hi, i'm a visitor for jeffery williams..." he spoke loud enough for the lady to here what he said.
"jeffery williams huh?"
saaheem gulped, feeling himself about to get shamed. it always happened, luckily his family was accepting that he was bisexual.
"...tell him i love his music."
saaheem blinked before smiling and nodding, "i'll sure do that."
he watched her write on the sticker his name after he told her. he silently took the sticker from her before walking away, still feeling the anxiety still crawling on his neck.
he stopped to see an officer at the visitor door—looking down at him.
"i'm here for jeffery-"
"kinda figured. you always coming up here." the officer said, "he's already in there, camera recording 24/7."
"i understand..." he said as the officer opened the door to see jeffery smoking a cigarette.
"stop smoking those," he jumped at the door closing.
jeffery chuckled, "you got me on these last year after i told you to start smoking weed."
"you know i can't hang if we talking about weed." he wrapped the sweater around him more.
"that's right. why you covering yourself up?"
"i'm cold and you know i can get anemic." saaheem explained, looking at his boyfriend.
"i miss you." he said, holding his hand, "i miss our bed, kitchen, pets—everything."
"i do too, it's been pretty lonely."
"well i can fix the loneliness by fucking you here..." he smirked.
saaheem smirked, "i would be having sex with you on this table but i want us time."
"us time?"
"me and you time."
"that's new, i don't know what's that."
saaheem rolled his eyes, "nah i'm just joking."
"i can tell."
"you been gaining weight? i hope you still not on the starving bullshit."
"why you saying it like that?"
"it's true."
"you so damn blunt..." saaheem mumbled, "i've been eating though. i gained three pounds back."
"good. i don't want you to stress about me like that again."
"i do stress over you because how the fuck you get caught up in some shit like this??? jeffery you have fucking kids. i have a kid." saaheem said.
"i know and my lawyers is trying as much as possible to get me the fuck off outta here."
saaheem put his head in the palms of his hand. he listened to the man, feeling very aggravated.
"you have to promise me please. i'll be home soon, very soon."
saaheem sighed, "i'm keeping your word. don't let me down."
"i'm not. i love you so much." he leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
