I sit behind the bars of a female prison . I've been sentenced to Life without no possible chance of parol for killing my husband of 10 years. We have 3 beautiful kids and all of them understand why I did what I did, but the justice system is so fucked up all they hear is that I killed someone. So here I sit , day number one behind bars with this tall thick african american woman . Frightening a little, but after getting to know her we started to get along very well.
Me: What's your name?
Woman: Monique , Monique Sabastian . And you?
Me: Kelsey . Kelsey Santiago. Nice meeting you.
Mo: No probs .
She had a New Yorker accent, about 6'1 maybe 200 pounds with beautiful long pitch black hair that stopped at half of her back . She wore of the same outift as the rest of us, beige tshirt that read Arizona Female Penetentiary with navy blue jeans . Her hips and butt filled them out perfectly, not saying I'm gay or anything nut her body was right . She asked me
Mo: Whatchu doin' time for ma?
Me: Killed my husband .
Mo: Damn ma , how long you got?
Me: Life with no possible chance of parol .
Mo: Why you kill him ?
Me: There comes a time in your life whe. You start to get sick of shit . You get sick and tired of the arguing and the fights all of that . Espcially when you have noone there to help you and you only have yourself . So you handle your business and do what you got to do. No matter how much you love, care for, and be there for that person they always find a way to mistreat you. And its up to you to put it to an end . So I put it to an end.
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Dangerously Loved
RandomDoes love hurt? What would you do for the person you love? And how long would you put up with their nonsense before you snap? Would you ever come close or even KILL that person? And Would you get away with it?
