Killafornia

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Killafornia

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CJ

I had the sweet taste of revenge basically dripping off my tongue at this point. The countless hours I've spent just plotting and thinking over everything that had gone down between the first day I had laid eyes on Vanity at school to the last day I saw her in the court room. I had this special thing called time on my hands and I spent it looking into every possible detail I could remember.

I have to say, I'm not that bothered with being locked up like I thought I'd be. Maybe it's because I'm not in maximum security and the single fact that the people in my block don't go around causing trouble. We all just keep to our rooms, go outside or just do our own thing when doors are open. I especially just keep to myself, not associating with a damn soul but when a fight does break out, we all come out to see.

I was in my room but heard the familiar sound of a tray dropping to the ground and sneakers moving fast across the tile floor. I got off my bed and walked out of my room, standing at the railing and looking down at the fight breaking out down below. By the looks of it it's one of the newer inmates fighting with a family member from one of the crews in here. Instead of gangs like you find out in the streets, behind these walls they have groups called families. They're called family because they'll look out for you. They have connections to the women's ward where the families branch out to them but of course they never actually interact. It's a brotherhood in here but an overall family between the women and men's ward. I don't know how it goes with the women but with the men, it can get brutal if you try anyone from a family.

Security was right there within seconds to break it up, yanking them apart and pushing them around to get back to their rooms. This wasn't a fight that lasted long enough to shed blood or break bones like the last one a few days ago. Everyone's attention quickly faded from the fight, as well as mine and I turned back around to get back in my room.

Laying on the uncomfortable bed, I closed my eyes and did what I do best; thought. Did I have a fair trial? Hell no but who does anyways? Unless it's a case that's set up like C.S.I, the jury isn't amused enough and adds the missing excitement by giving a guilty verdict. I figured the jury would have been entertained after hearing the recordings of our stories, I mean there was a little bit of everything. Sneaky broads, drugs, sex, love, kidnappings, sex trade, exposed bullshit and even a murder. What else could the jury have needed? Apparently a man sent to jail was the finishing touch.

Right at the top of my mind was Vanity. The worry I'd managed to build up over the course of these eighteen months is enough to drive a sane person mad. I want to know where she is, how she is and what she's made of herself since the last day I saw her. Part of me thinks she forgave her Dad and moved back in with him, another part thinks she actually toughened up and got her life going the way she wants her life to go.

I'd be lying if I didn't have the thought of what if she ended up pregnant and didn't find out till way after I was locked up? There was a fifty-fifty chance with that because I swear that one day she didn't look right but then again, what do I know? I pray that wasn't the case, she doesn't need a child on her plate while she's still figuring herself out and I don't need a child right when I'm out of here. I don't need children in general, not after the bullshit that Imani's put me through and she's not even my damn child.