Every Kind Of Way.

do the time.

Zachary

"I want my lawyer here." I tell the same officer that arrested me. They had me in the interrogation room. He doesn't know he fucked up though.

I'm not going to jail.

I'm being set up. I can guarantee it's that nigga Chance, hold the rapper. I'm definitely getting ahold of that nigga when I get out of this shit.

Shit, i'm going to jail.

I had the gun on me and i'm still on probation. To be fair, I had a good reason. That shit not gon fly in court though. Damnit Zac!

"Their name?" He asked me. "Keith Mason." I tell him. His face went pale, "Keith Mason?"

"Yes sir." I nod. He swallows hard, pause, and got up leaving out of the room. I sat in that cold ass room praying God got me out of this one. I been on a straight and narrow, somewhat. Something is telling me i'm getting jail time.

I sat in the room for however long before the doors opened again. This time I saw Keith and he looked pissed.

"Zachary Luther Taylor, care to tell me why you're being arrested for attempted murder and possession of a firearm? This is bad." He said sitting down on the other side of the table.

"I can explain the gun but the attempted murder charge is bullshit." I told him about the text message, the house, and the gun.

"Somebody is setting me up and i have a strong feeling it's Chance non rapping ass. But that dumbass officer didn't even tell me my rights. That has to count for something right?"

"He didn't mirandize you? Hm." He said writing in his notpad. "So I ain't going to jail right?"

"No you're still going to jail because you had a firearm on you especially with this being strike two and you on probation. First of all, i'll see what evidence they have on you for this attempted murder charge because they can't have a thing but you being on the property. With everything I wrote down, the best I can get you is serving the rest of your probation behind bars which is just about 2 and a half years. With good behavior, that can be cut down."

"I can't do another year behind bars!"

"Zachary, you have to think about this. You got into an altercation not too long ago and you just got arrested again for something serious. The judge isn't going to take it easy on you."

"But they dropped the altercation since she had a RO on him."

"Yes but that still counts as a strike. Second of all, what the hell were you doing with a gun when you're on probation?"

"I know I ain't supposed to have it but the only reason I had it on me is because I didn't know what niggas we're going to try what."

"I need you to think. You should've told me and/or your father about this before decided to go over there. We could've handled it because we don't need you getting into trouble for this very reason."

"I know, but I didn't want either of yall to be in the shit when they told me to come alone."

"See where that got you?"

"Yea, I know." I drop my head. "Fuck! Fatima. She's going to kill me."

"At least she'll have to wait until you get out of jail." She said chuckling slightly.

I shot my head up looking at him, "You're playing and i'm facing time."

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

"Can you please tell Fatima before she checks my location and sees i'm here? Like go over there right after this? She's going to flip out."

"I got you. I'll find out what they know because from what you told me, you have a good enough case to only serve how much time is left on your probation."