𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭 - ᴰᴰ ᴼˢᴬᴹᴬ

𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝- 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌
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𝐀𝐒   Armina walked out of the prison she smiled and looked at the sky, she has not been free in 5 years, so this was new to her.




5 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙤...

The young 12 year old held the gun against her head and took a picture with a smile and posted it on Instagram. Soon after she posted it she heard her mother yelling

"My baby didn't do anything- Hey put that down!" she yelled.

Armina shoved the gun under her pillow and looked down the hallway, she was 2 officers. One was a male and the other a female. They caught a glimpse of the girl and rushed to her checking her pockets. 

Armina was a fighter spirit so she was kicking and punching till she was in the cop car with handcuffs.

The last she saw of her mother was tears streaking down her face with the rollers in her hair mangled.
When she arrived to the station she was put into a enclosed room with a man sitting in a chair with papers next to him.

"Armina Davidson?" the man asked.

"That's me" she said brushing the hair out of her face.

"Ok. I'm just gonna ask you a few questions is that alright with you?"

She kissed her teeth "I guess" she said as she sat down.

"Did you have a gun in your household?"

"One that my mama got for safety."

"What about a small bag of cocaine?"

"That's my brothers. "

"The records say you don't have a brother." his brows furrowed.

"What do the records know?" she replied with a snarky attitude.

"Everything about you."

"Well they don't know enough about me."

"That's it. I've got my information."

The next thing she knew she was slammed in a cell with a 15 year old as her cellmate.

For the next 5 years she was in there until she was released. 



𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑫𝑨𝒀.

Armina walked down the highway until she found her childhood house. The only thing different about it was there there was more graffiti on the driveway.

She knocked on the door and it was her mother, she looked different. Like she was better off without her.

"Who are you..?" the woman said analyzing the girl

"Your one and only daughter. Armina."

The woman's hard, cold face softened when she heard the name and she couldn't help but to cry.

"I've missed you so much.." the woman said hugging her.

"Mhm, mhm" Armina said hugging her back.

After she reconnected with her mother and looked through her old room. She changed into different clothes that were things her mother didn't wear.

She sat down on a bench and held her forehead thinking how she would get her life back in place. 

A young man with braids tapped her shoulder and said "You wanna be in one of my videos?"

"What's even your name?"

"Idris Majo, but just call me Idris."

"Okay..sure"

"Number?"

She gave him her old Iphone 11  number that she had before her arrest.