Build Me Up, Hold Me Down

My faint resides with you

Dominic's POV:

(December 2010)

"Brown #356725, get up and get ready to go"

Was what I heard the C.O. call out. It was only 7 in the morning so I was wondering where the fuck was I going.

In jail, you get woken up at 5 in the morning for breakfast,  If you don't get up and eat then your ass would have starved until Lunch which wasn't until about 1 in the afternoon unless you had canteen.

I don't eat jail food cause that shit will fuck your stomach up severely plus that shit ain't even seasoned. You would think the least they could do was feed you a decent meal but niggas want you to fry in jail so they don't care if you eating or not long as your ass was off the streets.

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Being in here ain't shit, you around a bunch of fuck ass niggas allday, you don't got no family and you get treated like you lower then scum in this bitch.

You would have thought I would stay my ass out of jail but the life I was living prevented that. Some went to college, some went to jail,  that's just how it was and I accepted that.

I was in college once. Yo boy ain't no dumb nigga. I graduated with a 4.0 and I went to the University of Maryland for a year until I got caught up on a charge which ended my dreams and gotten my football scholarship taken away from me.

It was my own fault, I fucked that up but it's life and I was still moving on with my life.

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"Ay C.O. where I'm going man?" I asked while getting up from my bunk to put on my shoes. I wasn't in the mood to be bothered today so wherever I was going, I hope it wasn't into no bullshit.

It had been two days since I got that letter from Angel and that shit was still fuckin my mind up because that bitch was spittin some shit that had me puzzled. It was almost like her ass was stuck on stupid and she was getting dumber by the moment.

I was pissed off because I haven't heard shit from Nischia yet and I should have been gotten a letter back from her but I was going to wait, If I ain't get it by today when mail came then I wasn't writing her nomore.

It was bad enough that I ain't get to see her but I haven't talked to her yet because her phone company required her to set up a different line for me to call on so I told her fuck it which was why I was always so geeked when I got a letter from her but it seems like that's quickly changing.

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The doors to my sell door began to slide open which caused me to stand up. Walking into my sell, the guard name Litman pulled out his handcuffs before he spoke.

"You ready young blood?" He asked me while he put my hands behind my back.

"Yea but wassup, where I'm going?" I asked because that was the second time he said something about me being ready but ain't tell a nigga where I was suppose to be going to.

"They ain't tell you?" He asked walking me out the sell

"Tell me what?" I questioned looking over at him. Was this nigga hard of hearing, I just asked him twice where I'm going so why the fuck would I be asking if I knew where he was taking me.

"You got court this morning, your trial for VA starts at 8:30 and your trial for DC is right after so we gotta hurry up and get you going"

To be honest with yall, I ain't hear nothing he said after he said I had court this morning. To say I was confused was a  understatement, A nigga was dumb found.

I hadn't spoken to my lawyer nor did he come see me and tell me anything about court now. I wasn't scheduled to face trial until March of 2011 so to say this was a miracle would have been selfish, This was GOD working all the way and I needed him more than ever right now.

If this is your plan then I'm all for it. Just look out for a nigga

I prayed before entering the back of the jail van and starting the journey to the court house with my life on the line.

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A/n: I know I said I wasn't updating until tomorrow but I just wanted to give yall something since I got off work early. Will be updating tomorrow but do yall think Dom is going to jail? he's facing 25 to life in DC but 85 to Life in Virginia.

Comment and let me know!