5:34 p.m.
Omniscient
It was chow time and Dymond had just made his way through the lunch line getting all types of slop slapped on his lunch tray. Of course he couldn't complain though because it was either eat it or starve for the night. His stomach had been rumbling ever since he'd arrived at the prison a few hours ago, and until Denim put money on his books for him to be able to start buying commissary, he'd have to suffer through the worthless three meals a day.
Denim was the only person he had on the outside who could make sure he was good in here. He hadn't seen or heard from Taraji in over a year. He hadn't seen Tanika since the day he'd shown up at her school when she was pretending to be sick. She was supposed to have an amazing birthday party and all Dymond could think about was how he'd ruined that because he'd gotten locked up. He'd killed Maury so he knew Alora wouldn't help in any way, shape, or form for murdering her son.
Dymond made his way to a table where no one was sitting and sat his tray on the table before taking a seat. At the next table over sat Kyaire and his crew which consisted of Tonio, Jarvis, Stone, and Liam. Also at the table was JD— the guy Kyaire had fought in his cell just hours ago. Kyaire liked the way he stood up for himself and didn't bitch and moan although he'd lost. He took his ass whooping like a man and the two dapped each other up when it was all over. Kyaire tested anyone new, and if he liked the way you handled any situation he wouldn't hesitate to give you your props. If you acted like a pussy, he was like a shark who smelled blood. He could be a bully. His eye was currently on Dymond since he'd peeped him walking into the cafeteria. Stone was the inmate who harbored the cell between Kyaire and Dymond's cells and he didn't hesitate to remind Kyaire that they had more fresh meat in the prison.
"Wrong table homie." A buff lightskin bald guy covered in tattoos approached Dymond's table with 4 other men standing behind him with their trays.
Dymond looked over both his shoulders before looking back up at the guy everyone knew as Tear Drop. He'd not only acquired his name from the tear-drop tattoos on his face but also from the bodies he'd dropped that landed him here. The 37-year-old had been in here for 6 years and thought he ran the place but Kyaire clearly did. Kyaire was younger than Tear Drop but he'd been here longer. Prison was a funny place though. Some people rocked with Kyaire and the people who didn't kiss and suck up to Tear Drop.
The people who didn't fuck with Tear Drop kissed and sucked up to Kyaire. Both men had their main men that followed them around as if they were the jocks or cheerleaders of a high school. Then there were the folks who wanted to be down with them and did whatever they asked to avoid getting bullied by other inmates by being associated with them, the new folks who were getting bullied, the Muslims who ran their own group, the gang bangers, and the seasoned older men who'd been in prison for 20+ years that no one tested and everyone respected.
"Nah, I'm at the right table," Dymond responded.
"Oh shit." He heard someone say from across the cafeteria.
"Damn, did he really try Drop 'bout his table?" Another random could be heard. The whole cafeteria fell silent within seconds as Tear Drop looked around and chuckled before locking eyes with Dymond again. He immediately stopped laughing and a hard frown appeared on his face.
"I said you're at the wrong table. That means you're gonna get your skinny ass up and find you somewhere else to sit." Tear Drop said.
"Says who?" Dymond questioned, furrowing his brows.
Kyaire smirked and pushed his tray away as he watched along with his boys. This new kid clearly had heart to be testing a man who was sitting in prison for triple homicide and who'd had rumors circling around him about people he'd made "disappear". His own brother had gone missing 12 years back after the two had gotten into a fistfight. Though suspicion fell on Tear Drop his estranged family and the laws could never prove he'd had anything to do with it. Kyaire wasn't afraid, but he knew plenty of people in here were afraid so he was intrigued by the youngin' who was testing a man no one dare tried but him.
