She's my way out.

Chapter Seven.

"And you thought i wouldn't do it" Rashad and Naomi both looked down at the grey thick circular thing that was wrapped around his ankle. Naomi smiled feeling satisfied. She knew this was one of the only ways she could get Rashad to listen to her, get him off the streets and this was the start. "eight Pm?" Rashad repeated in confusion. "Well this is going to be your ordeal, you've been asking for it." As they stepped out Brixton Police station, Rashad still in some sort of state on what just happen, his facial expression gave Naomi no clue. "You know im only doing this because-"
"First you mash up mans trap line? Now you suggested me being put on tag, and you know these white people, they just wanna dehumanize man so they'll do it anyways."

"Dehumanize?So you were good in history yeah?"
" It aint a bants ting with me and you right now Naomi,Good in history? When did i have the time to even go school, that let alone history, did anybody even care if me and my sister were eating or not"

"Do you wished you gone back?"

"Dont start that with me."

"What? Im just asking you a question Because there are some courses i can get you on and-" Naomi stopped.

Rashad felt betrayed by Naomi, at the end of the day this clarified his reason on how all his probabtion officer were the same. "I aint feeling you vibe no more."
"What do you mean?"
"I aint even tryna tark to you anymore- youve pissed me off.Cah your fed init come to think of it. Your basically fed. And ion mix with you lotts."
"That's not what it is Rashad-"

"But it is doe so whats next? What your tryna say it is?"

"Rashad i did this becasue-"

"Dont touch me bruv, You move white and i know am i lightie but im more realer than you when it comes to this shit. What does putting a bredda on tag do for you? Cah should i tell you what it does for me?"
"Rashad-"
"No income yeah... which means no food for my nephews, my hard working sister, some Yg's that rely on stock from me, what are they eating tonight and their famileis? Is that what your tryna do? All im tryna do is survive outchea, you need to know i aint stopping for no one, not for you not for anybody, dont care how much you done for man, you aint shit compared to my money. Cah i gave you a cheeky lips now you wanna try think you can be making decisions in my life, what you wanna be mans wifey is that it? Aint stopping for shit. For no one Get that in your head"

Lost for words Naomi allowed Rashad to walk away, she was only doing job, so why did she feel guilty? Enraged, pissed off not bothered, Rashad made his way back to the block, Somerleyton isnt far from the police station so he was legging it. It was protocol? He thought but why was it such a big deal when Naomi did it, plenty of his other Probation officers suggested him going on tag to the police and it actually happened but it was like when Naomi suggested it got him more. The mandem werent making the situation any better, cooling in the trap was all Rashad intended to do but the Yg's got involved and in his words it was a next ting. "Fam these are the new ting,s they've upgraded still" Littelz said whilst examining it

"They even got a Timer!" Mayhem pointed out chuckling

"Shutup bruv."

"Fed have Time to upgrade this shit" Sykes pointed out.

Rashad was pissed, in one of his moods, the ones where people didnt know how to act around him, sometimes even his day one bredda's would be weary there was no holding him back when he was on a rage. "TWINNING!" every one in the trap stop what they was doing for a moment, there undivided attention on Yung Rams who got hooked up by feds too. Rashad laughed, everyone did , "Come we tek a pic, Come we tek a pic, gonna caption roads goals, wah you know?"