My fucked up life

Chapter 10

********************************************* Tre's P.O.V

Ever since i came into jail some old men kept trying to get my attention. They would smile and take their dicks out their pants and rub it while licking their lips looking at me.

They were nasty. In the night all you could here was sighs and each of them calling one of their names to each other. In the morning i found out their names were Luke and Sam. 

I hated being here so much. They treated us like animals and i swear if they didnt walk with guns, i would of went H.A.M on there asses!

That morning we all had to get up at 8 o clock in the morning to eat breakfast. If we woke up later, then their was nothing for us to eat. That was some bullshit right there cuz' normally i didnt get up until 2 in the afternoon on the weekends and it was saturday.

After breakfast, they brought us back to our cells and locked it up. Around an hour later, one of the guards motioned for me to come out and go to a room where the cop told me they would bring me in for questioning today.

I walked into the room and noticed a big mirror on one of the walls.

I wasnt stupid i knew that thats a one sided mirror and cops were on the other side.

The cop came in with a bored expression on his face. "Hello again Mr.Grotto. If you dont remember my name it is Mr. Peters."

"Uhhhh ok Peters."

"Mr. Peters."

"Ok. what do you need to talk about because i need to get out of this damn place."

"One, watch your mouth. Two, i dont know if you will be leaving unless you pass the questions i will be asking you. So turn your voice down and stop being so rude and thugish in front of me."

I was shocked. Nobody ever dared to talk to me like that.

"Ok. whatever. Just ask me the stupid questions." I was already annoyed by his voice and was totally not in the mood for his crap.

"Ok. I will ask you about 20 questions and send you home if im satisfied. Then, i will send a letter home with the results. Ok?"

"ok."

"Is it true you work for Taquan?"

"No." I lied.

"Did you work with him or for him before?"

"No." I lied again.

"Why do you think he's blaming you then?"

"Because he's a dick."

Peters looks at me like im a alien dropping down on earth.

He shifts uncomfortably, then says, "Where does he live?"

"I dont know." This time i didnt lie. I had no idea where that nigga' lived and didnt care now.

"How do you feel about coming here?"

"Like shit."

He looks pissed.

"Next question." I tell him easily.

"What school do you go to?"

"Scratch Scratch your Balls." I tried to as serious as i could.

"Seriously Mr.Grotto."

"Fine, Sacred High."

"ok."

"Is it true, you stole a Benz while trying to deliver some weed for Taquan?"

I couldnt believe Taquan told him about this. His pussy ass really set me up. Iight we will see who will really be doing the talking when i get out of here.

Peters stared at me waiting for an answer. After 2 seconds i replyed, "no."

He looked at me and looked completely tired about talking to me as i felt to him.

"Ok. Mr.grotto i will send your results in a week. Glad to speak to you."

I didnt say a word, we got up at the same time but i ran towards the door to get out before he could stop me.

I walked out the jail calmly and when i got to the street, i almost cried seeing the light again.

I had to take the train home because i didnt have any money on me for a cab.

As i walked in the train station i saw Trisha going inside too. I decided to go in the same cart as her and clear the whole baby shit with her.

At first she didnt notice me but when i kept staring at her, she eventually turned around. Shocked to see me.

"Hi Trish."

"Hi baby. I miss you in bed." By now she was all up on me, her hot breath breathing on my face.

I pushed her away and she looked at me like i was crazy.

"Oh so its like that now? I heard about what you did to Mia. You forgot all about me and wanted to get it from her." By now everybody was looking at us on the train.

"You dont know what the hell your talking bout'.

"Oh. I do know."

"Yeah whatever. Yeah and that lil monster you call my baby is not my fucking baby. Got it?"

"No i dont got it. Cuz' this is your damn baby."

"No its not! It's whatever other dude you were fucking with. That aint my damn baby and you fucking know it Trisha!"

"......"

Before i knew it, i was at my stop and just walked out.

As i was walking to my mom's house i got a text.

*U comin to Trisha Party?*

Oh yeah i forgot about that. Maybe thats why she had all these bags with her.

*Where it at?*

*Venus club.*

*Iigh be there in a hour.*

*Ok*

I got home, showered and dressed in a Polo shirt, some Hollister jeans and my new Jordons.

I took some money from out of my shoe box and left.

I been saving ever since my dad left my mom and started working for Taquan.

I had over 10,000 in there. But nobody knew about my dough. 

I got to the club 20 minutes later. 

The music was soo loud. You could of heard it down the block.

I stepped in and made my way through the crowd. Saying whatsup to everybody i passed i knew.