Second Chance

Chapter Thirty : "Welcome To The Game."

Tamir Bryant

September 12, 2016 I walked into the courtroom with not only no lawyer but no support. I already knew I was about to get sentenced to life for something that was obviously self defense, but man it is what it is.

I can't control any of this shit anymore. A nigga just done and tired. If I get sentenced to life, that's just something I'm going to have to deal with.

My wrists begin to cramp due to me being in handcuffs. Every since I got into those altercations, I been having to have on handcuffs every where I go. My plan wasn't to get into any altercations but they really pushed me to that point.

"Mr. Bryant, is your attorney running late or something?" Judge Carmichael asked from her seating point.

I twisted up my lips before answering her question. "I don't have-"

"Sorry I'm late, Your Honor-" I was being cut off by a familiar voice who was also cut off by the judge.

"Are you Mr. Bryant's attorney?" Judge Carmichael asked with a hint of agitation in her tone.

"Yes ma'am, I am."

"Get situated, we're about to begin." She ordered.

I finally got a chance to see who was going to be my attorney. I widen my eyes once I saw Deia in a dressy attire with a briefcase in her hand. She took her seat beside me, while I was still confused.

"Deia, what the hell? What are you doing here?" I whispered as she got everything situated for this trial.

"Shh. Just go with the flow. I got you, alright?"

And like she stated, she had me. Deia helped me walked out the jail as a free man with the claim of self defense. Deia had every single piece of evidence she could possibly need for that trial which helped out a lot.

She even had my mother testify which really helped me. When I tell you I'm so thankful for Deia. It's crazy how she really don't even know me but she took her time out to do that for me.

So on September 13, 2016 I walked out of jail as a free man and promised myself I wasn't going back. I've been gone since the middle of June. I missed seeing Zoë leaving along with both of our birthdays.

I've heard she's doing well in Georgia. Too bad I haven't been able to contact her since I've been out for some odd reason.

I opened the gate to my old house, going to the backyard. You can easily open our backdoor with a credit card so that's exactly what I did. Memories begin to taunt me once I stepped inside the hot, abandoned house.

The smell wasn't pleasant but it was bearable. Luckily it was day time so I was able to see clearly in some parts of the house. I made sure I had on gloves so I wouldn't leave any fingerprints. I don't have time for any of that shit.

I walked up the stairs to the master bedroom which was my room. I realized that everything was still the same way it was left. So much shit happened in this very room.

I smiled at the memories before going across the hall to Travis' room. I opened the closet and scanned over his clothing and shoe box. One of my shoe boxes where in there which caused me to scrunch up my nose.