Marcela's Love

Chapter 15

••••• RAH'S POV •••••

- I knew shit was going left after the police picked up me & Tez, then Marcus again. FUCK! I regret letting them bitches leave, I guess one of them knew us or something. Shit, they placed us at the scene & we didn't have no alibis so I know for a fact imma have to do some time. All these thoughts running through my head as I sit in the court room waiting to be sentenced. I look back to see Marcela's red face & my Aunt Lo who looks like she's trying to be strong. My eyes land on Marcela's stomach where my unborn is... my very first child that I'm gonna miss the birth of. Damn, I'm a fuckup. I knew I didn't deserve someone like Marcela, but my dumb ass was too stingy to let anyone else have her so now she's 19, pregnant & not following her dreams. Plus she's left to raise a child alone & her bestfriend who I'm sure was going to the NBA is about to be a convicted felon right along with me. I've been fucking shit up since the day I came into her life. I should've walked the other way that day I seen her fighting in the mall. I should've never broken it up. I couldn't help the tear that fell down my eye when the jury found me guilty for Voluntary Manslaughter & sentenced me to 15 years in prison. The tear wasn't because I was going to jail, but instead because I've ruined too many lives. I heard Marcela's cries as they led me to the back where I'd be stripped of my freedom & become state property. I can't get the sound of that metal door locking behind me when I was led to my cell. I just looked around at the 6 by 9 cell aka my home for the next 15 years.

••••• MARCUS POV •••••

- This shit is real bruh. Just turned 19 & I'm getting locked up for murder or manslaughter as they call it.  I guess this is the life I signed up for when I got down with Rah & Tez so I gotta take the bad with the good. I'm not even regretful for killing that nigga. I'm just mad we got caught. I know Amber is back there, but I can't even bare to look back & see her face knowing I'm about to leave her for who knows how long. My mind goes back to Marcela who's gonna have to raise a baby all on her own. She won't have no one there with her, then my mind shifted to Rah who's not gonna be there for his child either. I know they both have to be going through it... it's a child involved. A whole other life, an innocent one at that. My heart began racing when the jury came back in, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. The announcer cleared his throat... "We as a jury, find Marcus James GUILTY in the voluntary manslaughter of Travis Streeter & hereby sentence him to 8 years in prison." I was just frozen. "Damn" was all I could say before I was escorted to the back & led to my cell. This is me. Damn. This is real. Damn. I'm in jail for a murder & I didn't even get to kill nobody. Damn. My niece or nephew will be 8 when I get out this bitch. Damn. Imma be 27. Damn. I'm leaving Amber. Damn. & Marcela is alone. DAMN.

••••• MARCELA'S POV •••••

- "Calm down Marcela. It's not good for the baby. Think about your baby." His Aunt said trying to calm me down. "I am thinking about my baby! My child is going to grow up fatherless for 15 years of his or her life! What am I supposed to do?" I know I don't anything about raising a child. I want to hate him for getting me pregnant because it seems like ever since he has, nothing has been right. I know I can't hate him or keep throwing it in his face so I won't even bring that up because I know he feels bad enough as it is. Maybe I'll let another family adopt my baby... nahhhh. Rah will have a fit & a half. Shit, what am I thinking? I sat down on the bench outside the court room trying to get myself together. "You alright Marcela?" Amber asked me. I shook my head no & she nodded hers in understanding. "Yeah, me either. I still can't believe this happened." She continued. She looked as if she was processing the situation. I feel like this is my fault. I shouldn't have been so nice to Travis & maybe he wouldn't have been able to try to rape me. & I should've never let my best friend get involved with Rah & his dealings. I don't think that street life was made for me or my best friend to be real. This is just so crazy. So surreal. His aunt dropped dropped me off at home & I walked upstairs to get in the shower. It's going on 2 in the afternoon so I'll just go make me something to eat & lay down for a nap since I don't really want to do anything else. Behind the leftover spaghetti I found a note or a letter of some sort so I opened it.

Marcela

- I'm not good at this letter writing shit so go easy on me. I basically just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for all of this shit that has gone on & is currently going on. I also want you to know that I love you. I love you so much & I beat myself up everyday thinking about the all wrong I've done you since I came into your life. I never meant for any of this to happen. I only wanted to protect you & my seed. Speaking of, make sure you eating right & take those vitamins to make sure my child comes out healthy. I'm also sorry that I'm going to miss all the milestones of our baby's life. Their birth, first steps, teeth, words... I won't ever be able to forgive myself for those. I never meant for you to have to be in this alone, but I know you can do it. I know you think it's crazy how your life did a 360 in a matter of months. You started out as a high school graduate headed for college & now you're the "baby mama" of a convicted felon that also happens to be a drug lord. It's crazy how shit went left because everyone wanted a piece of Marcela's Love. I left you more than enough money so you or my child won't want for anything until I get out. Upstairs in my nightstand is a black card with your name on it. It has 2.5 million dollars on it & I trust that you know how to handle it. There is also a ring in there, a promise ring. If you wear it, it's you promising me that you'll hold me down while I'm in here. I know it's alot to ask & I understand that you also have needs so I'm not trying to stop you from moving on. I just don't want you to forget about a nigga. Well that's it. I love you Marcela.
PS: don't be fucking nobody else while you pregnant with my child!

Rah.