Chapter 1

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Jamal


14 years later

I laid my head back with my eyes closed while Bone was braiding my now long hair. The sound

of constant conversation filled the thin walls which is surprisingly annoying my soul and inner thoughts. I had to deal with gays and gays that think they aren't gay until they find someone

smaller than them. I had to deal with people who never heard my name and tried to challenge

my masculinity. I succeeded every time which resulted into them losing their lives but let's keep that a secret.

So now everyone knows me well and dares not to step to me sideways. It only happens every blue moon when a newcomer wants to try me. Other than that I'm chilled. Im cool with the trans

and the gays. They know not to press up on me. I don't play that gay shit.

"Your hair have gotten a lot thicker." He grunts as I felt him reaching the end of my braid.

"Umhm." I mumbled . I didn't want to go into depth about my hair. He probably gone take it the

wrong way and gone want to sleep in my bed tonight.

"Spoke to your babies?" He asks. Bone is Puerto Rican and gay as hell. He know the ages of my kids but still calls them my babies.

"Naw." I simply stated.

He sighs. "I'll burn your wife's scalp. She know she could've brought them up here to see you."He pops his lips.

"Are you done man?" I asked irritated by his presence. I haven't heard from Ronnie in the past five years. Since I've been in here , I haven't heard from Faith. I rolled my neck to release tension that was building up. I hate thinking of the fact that I haven't had the chance to hold my kids in a long time. They are basically grown now. They probably forgotten all about me.

"Yea man . I'm done. You're going to the court?" He asks.

Bone have been in prison for about six years now . His first night here was chaotic and troubling.

Because of his size , he was raped by Mack and his homeboys. I saved this man from committing suicide.

Only because he was about to use my razor . I would not allow this man to have his blood on my damn razor.

Every now and then , Mack would sneak up and do his dirty deeds to him. So now he won't go out onto the basketball court alone.

"Yea bruh . Im going." I spoke as I exit the cell. He happily followed me .

As we're walking to the court , we passed the gym. I paused and looked inside . The only one inside was Jace.

"Wassup Jay." Jace greets me as he lifts a 65 pound weight with his right arm.

"Whats up?" I nodded as I walked in . Bone was still behind me.

"I see your puppet still trail you." Jace chuckles.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting out today?" I ignored his comment.

"Ooh yea . My babygirl is picking me up. I gotta look right for her." He laughs .

"Don't slide up in her until you tell her what's been sliding in you for the past ten years." He paused and frowned.

"Aye man-"

"You'll be trifling as fuck if you keep that shit a secret. You know that right?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

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