"Close B2"The door closed behind me, cold, icy temperature, being overwhelmed with the loneliness I feel.
I'm alone, no one to talk to or turn to. The feelings of helplessness and anger controlled my
thoughts. I had a list of bitches I wanted to fuck up but what would it solve? As I glanced around,
I saw my opportunities fading in the distance as the officer disappeared, I felt caged. As I walked
around the small cell, all kinds of thoughts invaded my mind. Jail? Like what the fuck
happened? I felt like as fast as I got into the car with this bitch just as quickly as I got jammed. I looked up and reality set in the day of my sentencing.
"The state of Michigan V.S. Myaira Reed"
As I approached the bench next to my lawyer, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach.
It seemed as if whatever I said didn't faze both the judge and the prosecutor, their minds were
already made up before he called my name and case number. I watched him watch me with
pure anguish. My inner thoughts told me to prepare for the worst, I had faith and hoped that
they would see the truth, but I guess my faith wasn't strong enough.
"Ms. Reed, I sentence you to 16 months to be served jail time, 10 months to be served immediately, following an 18-month probation period"
My heart poured the pain that came through the tears leaking from my eyes. To some people
that's a short sentence that they would brag about as it is "no time" but me? I damn near died.
I had never been to jail and never been into any real trouble. Me+jail didn't even equal. I couldn't believe I got set the fuck up!!
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A Day 1's Betrayal
General FictionThere's no such thing as free money when it comes to the streets. and any friend that backstabs you to save their own ass is a person that you should stay away from. Dealing with family situations and money problems made Myaira do something she regr...
