Oakland

2555

|Foreign Georgiades|

2,555.

Two thousand five hundred fifty five. That's how many days I've been in here and it was on this day that I was finally a free man. The guard came in the cell that I was in to let me know. It took everything of my being not to just jump up and act a damn fool. I kept a poker face and collected my belongings looking to Mr. Frederick. His face fell a little, I could tell he wished it was him but he still congratulated me. I know how he feels because so many times other niggas were getting out and I was just waiting for it to be my turn. Here it is. 2,555.

"Keep a hold to what I told you young blood, remember it like a religion."

"Yes sir."

"I don't want to ever see or hear about you being back in this place."

"I got you man."We slapped hands and even though neither of us was on that gay shit, we hugged. He had truely been a father figure and even though I didn't know him for that long, I'd miss him.

"Come on Georgiades!"I sucked my teeth before pulling back and allowing the gaurd to take me to the front gate to finally be released."You'll be back, they always do."If I didn't give a fuck about my freedom, I would've fucked his ass up but I'm going to be a changed man and I can't have that on my clean slate.

Words couldn't describe how I was feeling right now. The feeling of freedom after so many years in a cell is like being able to finally breath. Being able to finally get back to the ways things should have been. Damn, it was surreal. I started to walk to the bus stop about to go see some old faces.

People pointed and spoke as I passed by. My sins didn't go unoticed. Everyone knew about my "job". At the time I was proud to have everyone know who I was but now that's all they think of me. Foreign, the nigga who killed two guys and brutally beat another. But I'm iust trying to do better.

I got off the bus and stood in front of the house that I hadn't been in since I was sixteen. Knocking on the door, I waited for someone to open up. Footsteps came close to the door as that familiar melodic voice rung out.

"Who is it?"She asked as she swung the door open covering her mouth as she saw me.

"What's up, ma."A small smirk was placed on my face as I walked up closer to her and wrapped my arms around her small frame. Vanilla. That smell that had me so intoxicated with just one sniff. I burried my face into my neck and just held on to her body. Her body stiffened a little but she finaly hugged me back. We stood for a good five minutes embraced in each other. She decided to break to hug to let me in.

Both of us took a seat on her couch. I noticed the distance between us and came to the realization that maybe she had moved on.

"What's with the tension, ma?"

"I-I didn't expect you to be out....this early."

"Me either but I'm glad I am."

"You look good."Xena gave a small smile as she pushed her hair out her her face.

"Thanks, I can tell you got a little thicker the last time I seen you."I took note of how she went up a cup size and how her ass jiggled more when she walked.

"I was just a kid so naturally I blossomed."

"That's what we're calling it now?"

"What are you talking about?"