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Nadine Raelynn Diggs

One month later, two weeks before Amir is being released.

Hearing my phone ring, I groaned; I was having a good dream. I was in a world where everything was all you could eat, and you didn't have to pay. Baby, I was tearing those hot wings up.

I rolled over, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. I saw a Skype call coming from an unknown number. I frowned, trying to figure out who it was, but I couldn't, so I declined.

I got up and stretched. "Ohhh shyt," that stretch felt so good. I dug my drawers out of my ass and walked to my bathroom.

I grabbed my toothbrush, turning the water on. I wet my toothbrush first, then put Crest White 3D toothpaste on it, wetted it again, placed it in my mouth, and started brushing my teeth.

Honestly, life's been good right now.

I met my brother's homeboys, Tboy and Spark, but I don't think Tboy is his homeboy, just Spark's cousin. He told me his other friends, K2, Rambo, and Murda, were incarcerated. Me and Bubba were going to, I guess, K2 and Rambo's welcome home party. Speaking of that...

I haven't spoken to Amir, my boyfriend I met in jail (don't ask me how) since I got out. One, I have been busy. Two, I told Tristen, my old cellmate, to tell him to call me, and he never did. At that jail, you can't call jailmates, they have to call you, and I haven't got a call from him. And like I said, I've been really busy, so I haven't been there to see him. Lowkey, I miss my baby.

I made a so-called friend named Heaven. I wouldn't say she's my friend because I don't have friends; they're overrated and messy.

I found out that she was Tboy's girlfriend when she came over one day. They're really cute together, but she's cool. We talk a lot. I also found out that the boy named Murda is her brother.

Shocking, right? Yeah, I know. I don't know who this Murda is, but he seems known.

I spit the contents in my mouth into the sink and started on my skincare routine.

As I rubbed my face with the product, I couldn't help but look at the name in red bold Greek letters that you can see visibly behind my ear: Αμίρ, which is Amir's name in Greek.

I got his name tattooed two years ago on his birthday, October 31st. When I told him, he was geeked. The next year, he told me he got my name tattooed on Valentine's Day.

I was happy, but I didn't know for sure; he could be lying. But time will tell. Yeah, I'm dumb for tattooing his name without knowing what he looks like.

But I had attachment issues ever since my momma and daddy died, and NJ went to jail that following year for killing the person who killed our parents.

I was alone in foster care, with nobody to talk to. Some homes I went to, would mistreat me so badly. Some would beat me, others would starve me and torture me in many ways.

I had so much anger built inside of me, so one day, my anger got the best of me, and I ended up putting a girl who was bullying me at school in a coma.

Which led me to juvie/jail. I was gonna get two years, but the reason I got six years was that the judge asked me if I regretted doing what I did.

And I told her no. If I could relive it, I'd do it again each time and wouldn't regret it one bit. She deserved it. All of the people that mistreated me, beat me, starved me...

They're gonna regret thinking about doing that because once I get them, I get them, and I'm gonna cherish every moment of it. I smirked while finishing up my skincare routine.