No Control (Sequel to #AFAR)

20. Out

Ray's P.O.V

I drove up to the juvenile center. I clutched the steering wheel, making up my mind. I got out the car and walked to the front. California's Juvenile Center in bold black letters. I took a breath in, and entered the building through the double doors. There was no one there, but the lady in the front typing something on the computer.

I went to desk. She was still typing away, so I talked anyways.

Ray: Um I'm here to see Tasha...Tasha Smith.

Lady: Hold on.

She typed some more, and then printed out a sheet.

Lady: Fill it out.

She passed me the sheet and filled it out, writing my name, date of birth, who I was going to visit, and so forth.

After about three minutes, I gave it back and waited for a guard to escort me to the visiting room. He sat me down, and the large door slammed behind the guard. It seemed hours before the door opened again, this time with Tasha. Well I think it was.

Ray: Tasha?

This Tasha hair was all over the place, it looked like it was pulled out. Her lip had a scar across it, and she had a bruise on her arm. She lost most of her shape, making her seem smaller.

Tasha: Why are you here?

Ray: I got your letters.

She sat down across from me, a guard watching us from outside the window.

Tasha: So after two years you finally got my letters? Bullshit Ray.

Ray: How was I gonna tell Leandra that you were sending me letters?

Tasha: It's whatever. What's your purpose to talk to me?

Ray: I don't know...I just feel bad I guess.

Tasha: Feel bad? Nigga don't feel bad for me. Shit was bound to happen. Nobody care for me, not even my own blood.

She got up, and the guard backed up from the window, and left, probably going towards the door.

Ray: Tasha please ... I'll get you out of here. I'll --

Tasha: Don't waste your breath on me. I don't need no help. Especially from you.

The guard came in and grabbed her by her arm. I went towards her, and grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She looked up at me. She had a look of a scared little girl. She didn't deserve to be in here. She was just angry. Angry at the world.

She took her hand away, and the guard escorted her out. Another guard came in, escorting me back to the front of the building. I thanked the receptionist and asked where I could go for bail.

Receptionist: You'll have to go to her judge. I'll give you the information right now.

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The next day, we were all in Niyesha's hotel room, well except Prince, and chilling. I turned on the TV.

News Anchor: This just in. Tasha Smith, the one responsible behind the kidnappings of teen sensations Niyesha "Lights" Williams and Leandra "Tuliee" Johnson, was just released this morning. The bail of $500,000 was paid by an unknown person.

Niyesha: What?!

We all looked at Niyesha who kept on shaking her head.

Ray: What's wrong?

Niyesha: What you mean what's wrong? She's out!

Ray: What's so bad about that?

Niyesha: You obviously don't know her well enough. She don't stop trying. She won't stop trying.

Ray: (P.O.V. Well I actually do...) C'mon Niyesha, it's been two years. I think she learned her lesson being in that bad ass juvenile center.

LeeLee: You feel bad for her?

Ray: Well I mean you feel bad for anyone in jail.

LeeLee shook her head, and went to the kitchen. I sighed knowing that she was jealous. I mean hell. If she felt bad for some guy in jail, that she knew, I feel jealous too.

Thing is, she doesn't know that's my ex.

Niyesha glared at me and went after her. Everyone else just stared at me. I shrugged, and I changed the channel putting on Love & Hip Hop.

I knew something was gonna come up. I just knew it.

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Story is officially off hold. ☺ yays

So how y'all feel about Ray bailing out Tasha?

You feel bad for her or nah?

ig: xoiesha_