Write About Me

Chapter Sixteen: The Rules for Disappearing

October 13th, 2004 - Harlem, New York

Christopher Brown.

"C'mon jit lets go!" Trey pushed me, and I pushed his 'lil ass back. He's so damn scrawny to be five years older than me.

It's been a full two months since I've been in the hell hole, and a nigga ain't feeling it. I rarely get to speak to Phabiola, she's super busy this school year. Which I'm glad for. Austin and the fellas keep a close eye on her, they've actually risked coming to visit during visitation. Mainly Austin though. I told him not to let 'lil bit know he's coming up here or she'll have a fit. As for a nigga has no clue when the fuck he's getting out. Only shit keeping me sane in here is the dumbass that I share a cell with.

He's been looking out for a nigga. Saved my ass, literally, a few times. Pretty boys don't do well in jail. But I ain't no ordinary one I would guess. Neither is Trey. He's here for a felony. It really wasn't that serious I understood his situation. He struggles as it is. And needed extra money, talked to the wrong people, got caught riding dirty down here in New York and that was that. He's actually from Virginia. Richmond, Virginia. That's not what got his ass here for six months. His dumbass resisted arrested and assaulted a cop. That's what landed his ass here. He's been really showing me the ropes. Everything's a daily routine.

"How're you and your 'lil boyfriend?" He asked as we pulled our trays along the ale cart for today's nasty shit. Good thing I got contraband in the cell to munch on. Well, it's not 'contraband' cause I earned them snacks with good behavior and being a hard worker. I get money to shop for shit at the 'store'. Other than that this place is horrible.

I sucked my teeth.

"You did not just call Jackson my boyfriend. Fuck is yo problem?" I curled my lip up at him.

He died in laughter as we walked over to our table to eat. It was just us niggas. Fuck everybody else.

"You know damn well that's your baby!" He smacked his lips, cheesing until he started laughing again.

"Fuck's so damn funny Neverson?" I heard Jackson's voice from the table across from ours.

"Mind yo business man, ain't nobody stuntin' you nigga!" Trey yelled back.

I could already tell this wasn't gonna end well.

"Don't make me come over there and show you who's your daddy!" He stood up from the table bench.

"Trey, calm down." I whispered.

"Nah, Chris. Last time I checked I ain't know my daddy, I'm a bastard just like you! Fuck outta here!" Trey spat across the table to Jackson.

He chuckled a bit rolling his neck you could hear it's tension cracking.

"Oh yeah? That's not what ole Brown said last night when I was showing him who his daddy is. I mean you are brothers right?" Jackson smirked.

Right in that very moment. . It was that very moment, Jackson knew he fucked up.

I stood up slowly, climbing out the cafeteria table bench.

"Fuck you say?" I raised my eyebrow at him, getting closer. "Fuck you say, Jackson?" I spoke through gritted teeth.

I felt Trey tug me back and say low a quick 'it's aight man it ain't worth it'. But, my mind was made up.

"You don't remember? You were my little bitch last night." He chuckled darkly.

A nigga was now standing in front of Jackson.