Curves and All (On Hold)

Chapter 10

Chris Blackwell

The best feeling in the world is watching them gates open and able to walk out. To be able to say I’m free. Yes it is true. Chris motherfucking Blackwell is out of prison! I take a deep breath and slowly release. Oh have I been missing this feeling so much! I shake my head and smile. It was hard not catching another case up in there but I didn't. I served my time faithfully and now I’m released. I walk out and off the premises to the car waiting for me. I instantly smile as my mom's hops out the car and runs toward me with open arms. I open mine and she engulfs me in an overbearing hug. She steps away from the hug with little tears in her eyes while touching almost every part of my face.

"Chris...oh my god my baby..." She says more talking to herself.

"Ma..." She looks at me and smiles wiping her eyes and smiling wider.

"Get in the car c'mon! God the family has missed you so much...well my side..." We walk to the car and get in as she pulls off.

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I walk into the house, putting my jacket into the closet. I walk into the living room to be greeted with a cheerful bunch of the fam yelling 'Welcome Home!" I can feel the guilt welling up in the back of my throat as a smile is forced on my face. Too much family in one room to be honest. Just way too much. I go around and greet everyone that I hadn't seen even before I went to jail. My Uncle Robby walks up to me as we do the side hug.

"Nice for you to be home. It was horrible like I said, wasn't it." I nod not wanting to go in depth. It was a hellhole that a nigga was ready to bust up out of my week 1. Uncle Robby actually got this cliché ass name because of what he did. All he did was rob people. You could have two dollars on you and bet you be two dollars short. His actual name is Robert but the name fit when Grandma called him that one day. She found some of her expensive perfume missing one day that Uncle Robby tried to sell on the DL. Now whenever he invited to family events, his pockets are to be emptied when he leave and he is to be searched. He cool people though. I walk away once my uncle was snooping out the liquor and walk past my cousin to see him starring me down. I roll my eyes not wanting to do with his moody ass. I walk to my grandma and give her a hug.

"I hope you learned ya damn lesson little boy about these streets." I smile and nod seeing as though I really did.

"Like hell he did." I whip around to see my cousin Rodney starring at me and everyone hushing at the tension. I swallow my drink and let it slide down, giving him the same stare back.

"And exactly how do you know what the fuck I learned in the joint Rod?" I sit my drink down and slowly remove my jacket, putting it on the back of the chair. Something always popping off with us every fucking time we in each other presence. He was always jealous of my family line. Blackwell's had the shit and we did this shit. Legal or not, we was successful and paid. Other people in the family came close but nobody was literally up there. Rodney was the son of Robert and damn near hated it every day. The fact that they saw Robert as always being a thief which he was.

"You ain't learned shit and you know it. You gone go back to the streets and keep slangin like before. Ya momma is the only person with some damn education and sense like you going right back to the joint. This fucking welcome back party is like yall fucking happy that he went to jail in the first place!" He pacing the floor as the family backing away probably knowing was about to happen.

"Okay but they welcoming me back because I finished my sentence and they welcoming me back because they know I did learn something. I learned that I ain't no fuck boy. I know that I ain't going back for shit and its nigga's like you that's going to end up in jail trying to get on me and my dad level. Saying I ain't got no education when I graduated in jail when you dropped out right before senior year so you can shut that down now. I don't know why we waste our time on this every year anyways. This shit happen every time and who always starting it? You motherfucker! We the same predicament every time." I walk up to him, sizing him up. We all know that this runs in my favor being not only bigger but stronger. Always has been and I kind of bulked up in the pin.