No Control (Sequel to #AFAR)

23. Home

Tasha's P.O.V.

I knew who bailed me out. It was Ray no doubt. But if his girlfriend was to find out about that, then all hell would break loose. Another relationship down the drain.

All the time spent in that center was hell. What they show you on Beyond Straight is no joke. Bitches try to own you and control you. I'm not gonna lie, I came in thinking I was the shit. But in only a week I learned just staying out of trouble and not flexing is a good thing. Try to show off too much you got bitches putting you in your place.

When I first got in there people was already hating on me and didn't like me because I kidnapped "the world's greatest artists". Apparently everyone knew they was gonna be big shit from the beginning. I had no friends.

Still got no friends. Tre? Still in jail. Michael? In a rehab center. Breanna and Hillary? Fuck them. They ratted me out. One of them being my fucking cousin, and another I treated like family. Yet I saw they were nothing but fake assholes.

My mom? Who's that? She ain't never visit me. I don't even know where she is. Probably dead. Probably in a crack house. I don't care.

Nobody cared about me. Why should I care about anyone?

I felt emotionless. The only person I actually have emotion for is towards Ray. Although I treated his girlfriend like shit, he felt bad. I wanted to visit him, but I wanted to avoid altercation. I wanted to change. But hell I can't help the hoodrat in me. That's my blood. Look at my mother. I'm just her.

Driver: We're here.

I had to be personally escorted back home because there was a huge mob outside. People still pissed off about what I done.

I nodded, and got out. I stood outside my home. It looked the same. The driver left, leaving me alone. I walked in, the door was open. I saw my TV was stolen, and my fridge. I went upstairs and saw my bedroom window was broken. All my jewelry was stolen, all my bags, and almost all of my shoes besides one pair of Converses and my black heels. I had some clothes left, but my expensive ones were gone. I had basic jeans and graphic tees but other than that ... Nothing left.

I went back downstairs and heard a beeping noise. I went to the living room and saw the home phone was still there.

I had over 10 voicemails. I clicked on the black button.

Breanna: Yo Tasha. I'm real sorry about what went down. I wasn't ready to be put in jail. Just know I still care for you. You my little cousin. I never forget you.

Delete.

Michael: I heard you got out of jail. I'm happy you did. Come visit me if you want. Life's been --

Delete.

Hillary: You probably pissed off and I understand. Just come visit me if you need hell getting around.

Delete.

???: It's me. Meet me as soon as you get this message. We got things to discuss.

Fuck.

Delete.

Tre: Don't think I forgot about the deal. You didn't complete the plan. I want my $5,000 bitch. If I don't get it, then I get you. You heard?

Delete.

Welcome home Tasha.

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