Crossing The Line

Chapter Fourteen

● Marcus ●

I ended the call with Lauren as I sat in the halfway house. She didnt know I was just days away from being released because of good behavior and I didnt want to tell her because I wanted it to be a suprise.

In my mind I saw things going a little differently. Me being released and being picked up by moms, heading to her house to take a shower and then heading over to Lauren's house to see my daughter.. but somehow a big piece inside of me is screaming that its not gonna happen as planned.

Now I get it might be a little weird, poping up unannounced to Lauren and Evan's house but I figured she'd be happy to see a nigga. I mean dont get me wrong, I dont feel some type of way about Lauren moving on.. I mean I told her to..

Okay Im lying..I do miss Lauren but I gotta move on. When they say, "You Never Know What You Got Till Its Gone" its the realest shit to ever be said and if Im wrong, you can shoot a nigga dead.

I rubbed my head as I sat on the edge of the bed thinking about how my whole time in the pin was spent thinking of her. I didnt have a choice.. but I tell you one thing. You learn from your mistakes.

I be glad when I leave this mutherfucker for good though. You aint never got to worry about a nigga coming back here.

My phone rung in my pocket and I looked down to see who it was.

An unknown number

My face scrunched up at the sight of it. Nobody had this number but moms and Lauren.

I answered.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello?"

Silence.

Then all of a sudden a laugh came through from the other end.

I hung up while they were in mid chuckle.

"What the hell?" I thought to myself as I thought about the phone call.

I shook it off and got up to walk out the room.

I was meeting up with my cellmate who was also in a halfway house with me. Besides the thought of my daughter, he was the one keeping my head on straight.

I knocked on his door.

"Yo Tremaine its me. Open up."

The door unlocked an came open.

"Yo my man, wassup."

"Nun much man, nun much." I said as I walked in.

"You ready to leave this bitch in a few days?"

"Ready aint a strong enough word man."

He laughed.

"Remember what I said mufucker, when you leave.. dont do no stupid shit to bring yo ass back in here."

"I wont man. Never that. I gotta little one looking up to me now."

"Good. I wish I wouldve thought about that shit before I came in here. My son was four when I got locked up. Now the nigga fourteen."

"Damn T."

"Man, the shit crazy. I regret the shit everyday man cause I know aint gone be able to tell him shit."

"Why you say that?"

"Cause, he gone throw this shit up in my face. My boy is almost a man. I told my pops when he was released from jail, that he couldnt tell me shit cause he aint been here to raise me. And thats exactly what my son is gone say to me. I just know it. I cant get mad either. You reap what you sow. "

I nodded as I listened to Tremaine.

"Thats why I dont wanna miss my daughter growing up."

"Keep that as motivation man."

"Always. Always."

"But look lets go eat cause a nigga starving." He said.

Tremaine and I walked out the room to go check out and head to a resturant.

"So you finally got intouch with ya girl?"

"My ex girl.. but yeah. I talked to her but some dont seem right."

"Wassup?"

"I dont know. Just a part of me saying something aint right. Something wrong man."

"She didnt say?"

"Nah. I asked her but she was saying everything straight."

"It probably is man."

"I hope so." I said as I rubbed my head.

He look at me before he said a word.

"Look, I know a few people in that area. I'll call them up and see whats going on but dont worry about it."