I Almost Got Away With It ~ Mindless Behavior

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I sat next to my friend's Jazmond and Laqueeda in the wreck room and watched as Jazmond braided Laqueeda's hair and gossiped about some of the other girls in the jail.

I had been incarcerated for three months now awaiting trial. My bail was set at a million dollars, but my family nor the guys could afford to pay that much to get me out.

I had been reunited with my family who were mainly happy to see me and know that I was alive. My mother was grateful to have me back in her life and I was positive that she thanked God every day for keeping me protected.

My father hardly ever looked at me. I knew he was disappointed in me and also very ashamed of me. He rarely came to visit me on the weekends and never sent letters or called. It hurt.

What hurt more was that Princeton never came to see me in jail. He's never called, he's never wrote, he's never visited, and he's never told the guys to deliver a message from him.

Prod, Miles, and Ray Ray visited me every weekend, Prod wrote a letter every day and Ray Ray and Miles called me every day. They weren't phased very much by me being in jail, but they were definitely surprised that I was capable of doing what I had done.

I didn't hear too much from Roc being that he was in jail too, both of us in maximum security and gender appropriate correction facilities. When we did get the chance to speak to each other he reminded me of three things, he prayed for us every night, everything would be okay, and that he loved me.

Jesus, I don't know how I feel about Roc. He's done so much for me and we've been through everything that you could imagine. He was my best friend, my brother, my father at times, and a teacher.

You'd think that the polite thing to do would be to love him back, but my heart still belonged to Princeton. I missed Princeton with everything that I had and the only memory I had left of him was the pained look he had when they put me in hand cuffs. It hurt more whenever I closed my eyes... I couldn't find someone else to dream about or someone else to think about. He was my hope.

"So my lawyer says that you're looking at ten to fifteen years in this rat hole." Jazmond said biting her nails. "You know, considering that you were bullied and shit."

"That means I'd be twenty-six when I get out." I replied sighing.

"Twenty-three on good behavior." Laqueeda chimed in.

"I don't think I can do that 'good behavior' thing, trying to be nice is what got me in here." Jazmond stated rolling her eyes.

Jazmond had been here for three years already and still had five left. She was in for beating up a grown man with a tire iron for kicking a dog and taking his identity. Apparently, she took his credit card after she beat him to a pulp and pretended to be him.

"Bad behavior is what got ME in here." Laqueeda added laughing.

Laqueeda was in for breaking and entering the district judges house and then resisting arrest. She had been in a jail for a year and only had two left.

"I still can't see you killing anybody, Imani." Jazmond said scrutinizing me.

"Right! She looks like she would steal some flowers or Girl Scout cookies or something." Laqueeda chuckled.

"I couldn't take a life." Jazmond said shaking her head. "You trill."

"Shiiiittt, I could take a life if I wanted to! Let somebody mess with me on the wrong day and I'll be gettin' the death sentence." Laqueeda replied pursing her lips together. I laughed at her comment and then fixed my ponytail.

"Gonzales!!" A voice called. I turned around and saw one of the guards standing with the door open. He waved me over.

"Yes, sir?" I asked standing firmly.