Reckless Love (Pt 1)

Chapter 9

After letting me talk to my mom, they took me over to the Juvenile Detention Center. They screened me and my drug test was positive like I knew it would be, they made me stay in the JDC saying that since I don't reside in Illinois I had to stay until my hearing which was scheduled for Monday morning. It's proven that I'm guilty, so the process shouldn't take long. "What's ya name?" a big ass bear came over and asked me, as I sat down in the Rec Room. I sighed, this bitch look like trouble I thought.

"Brooklyn." I mumbled.

"Well, Brooklyn, you're sitting in my fucking seat." she said before pushing me on the ground. I laid there, because my fucking elbow was hurting like hell and I felt blood trickling down my chin. Once I stood up a crowd began forming, I smiled and hit her with my favorite combo that's guaranteed to knock a bitch on they shit: Left, Right, Jab, Uppercut. It came so fast she didn't even see it coming, and she fell right on her ass like I knew she would. I stood over her a spit out the blood that was in my mouth from when I hit the ground, a C.O grabbed me from behind and I hit her ass too. I just scared the shit out of me, I didn’t mean to. She tackled me to the ground and put a pair of cuffs on me,I struggled to get free before I finally gave up. That big ass bear got pulled off the ground by a C.O and started talking shit,I laughed. "See bitch,when you stepped to me you ain't know I was a fucking fighter." I yelled as they dragged me off. These bitches was literally dragging me, I started speaking Spanish rapidly as they carried me away.

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Two fucking weeks! I sat in that mother fucking place for two fucking weeks because of that got damn fight. I was beyond livid, they finally gave me my court date and here I am. I get to see my mom, I haven't talked to her since the day I got into that fight. I haven't wrote anyone either, I can't call Tre because I can only talk to my Parents. My mom and dad visited me last Sunday, but I wasn't into it.  I didn't want to I don't want to talk to anyone right now. "You are indeed guilty, Ms. Goode; however because I saw her hit you first this could be an act of self defense. Never the less you both were disturbing the peace, and that's what I'll charge you both with as well as disorderly conduct. You, Ms. Goode also assaulted one of your Correctional Officers. That being said, I'm putting you on 6 months Probation."

I gasped, "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I mumbled.  

"Your Honor, my client is not an Illinois resident, she attends school in Georgia." My Lawyer said.

"The court will take that into consideration and meet here on a later date. Ms. Goode I advise you to clean up your act and maybe the court will allow you to go back to Georgia before your probation time is served. Until then, you're free to go, you report to your Probation officer Thursday morning, your Lawyer will get the details. Court dismissed." She said, hitting her gavel and standing up. I stood up and waited for the officers to come and carry me out. They gave me my things, I changed and they escorted me into the lobby where my mom, dad, abuela, Jodi and my aunt were waiting for me.

"Hey y'all." I said, sneaking up behind them.

"Brooklyn!!" They all yelled. We shared a group hug and they all started talking to me so fast in English and Spanish I couldn't keep up.

"We missed you." Jodi said as we walked down the steps of the courthouse.

I missed you-." I started, only to freeze right in my tracks.

"Go talk to him, he been spazzing the whole time you been in there.”  Jodi said to me.

I ran down the rest of the steps and jumped into his awaiting arms. He wrapped his arms around me, tight as hell. "Baby I missed you." I cried in his ear.

He kissed my neck, "I missed you more, man." He said rocking us back and forth. I missed him so fucking much. "You look like shit." He said, I smiled.