Flaws and All

(Chpt.11-08) Locked up⛓️

Chapter Eleven
-Fucking up-
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:: 3 Days later, September 1st ::
(Jacob's Pov)

"Aye, let's go" An officer got my attention from outside the cell.

I stood up slowly and met him on the outside of the cell. Immediately, I felt him put my arms behind my back and apply handcuffs to my wrists. I was used to this by now, sadly. It's been three full days and they still haven't transported me to the real jail yet. But maybe that ends today...

*

Getting off from exiting the bus, I looked around at nothing but dirt and sun. We were surely in the county now and very secluded from the city. I payed attention again and stood up in the line of the accused, filled with both men and women. After everyone was off the bus, they escorted us inside and straight to the back.

We all went through the metal detectors and then the women were split away from the men as we entered in through the gates. A couple of officers lead us to a big room near the back and stood us up side by side.

"Strip time ladies. Take everything off now" The main guard yelled. ...Man really.

Like any other straight male....you just did not want to see the guy next to you butt-ass naked and private parts sticking out. But this is jail and now.....I have basically no rights to step out. I was a criminal and now I had to be told what to do.....starting with by showing every nigga in the room what I looked like in my birthday suit.

I took off my shirt first and looked straight ahead at the wall. Now taking off my shoes and then pulling down my pants.....and then my underwear. When a guard came over to take my clothes from the floor, he smiled and told me to turn around.

"Ha, this one's excited" He laughed, bending me down in a squat by pushing down on my head.

"Why you say that, Joe?"

"This one got a stiffy from being naked in a room with a bunch of dudes. Guess we know who's the fruit of the bunch" he laughed.

"I ain't no fucking fruit! And stop looking at my fucking dick" I yelled, losing my temper.

"Mmm....a fruit with a temper huh?"

"Says the nigga who does this shit everyday, fuck.....you like looking at otha nigga's asses"

"You know what, just shut the fuck and cough!" he screamed into my ear.

I rolled my eyes and coughed for him, as told, hearing them say all clear to everyone and stood us back up.

*

After taking my mugshot, fingerprint and receiving my ID, I got right back in line now wearing a tan jumpsuit. They took us up to a locked door and escorted us into to the main housing area, where I saw lunch benches in the middle, a kitchen in the back of that, cells on both sides, and a stairway straight ahead that lead to more cells upstairs.

Each guard gave us a pillow, blanket, toothbrush and our own paperwork. After I got my stuff, I stood around just until the guard I was arguing with earlier gripped me up by my arm and lead me to a cell on the bottom floor. He dragged me roughly to my assigned cell, where a couple of inmates were already hanging out around.

"Fresh meat" The guard laughed, announcing my arrival to them.

I looked at the group closely, seeing every last one of them with a fucked up face and tattoos covering most of their bodies. The tallest one was a big dark skin Haitian guy, with yellow eyes and folding his strong muscular arms over his huge chest above me. I really had to look up to this nigga like he was my fucking dad or something, I wasn't nothing compared to him.

Then one of the guys on my level came up to me, standing the same height as me but with a few extra muscles that were seen through his jumpsuit. His thick eyebrows were arched and a small tattoo of a skull was tatted underneath his eye.

"What this pretty boy do? Rob a beauty salon because he needed a can of hair spray" he said, laughing with everyone else.

"Nah, this one's a tough one I guess. Charged with hitting his girlfriend because she wouldn't listen to him–" The guard said.

I turned around pissed. "Don't fucking lie to them!"

"Aye! Show some respect nigga, you in our house now. You don't run shit no more" The guy with the skull said, stepping up to me as the guard finally let me go.

"And you hitting girls? *laughs* Nigga you look like a bitch already!"

"Yeah and I'll beat you til you ain't pretty no more. Hitting women huh? My mama got abused by niggas like you! Landed her right in the fucking ground before I even met her! And you come up in here thinking you big and bad and hitting on bitches!" The guy with the skull yelled in my face.

"You don't know what happen aight, just mind y'all fucking business" I stood my ground.

"Heh...and you still think you tough huh. Man I'm glad you in here, I wish that bitch you hit was in here too. Just so she could watch how you'll become my bitch in three days. Then I'll fuck her right in front of you, I bet that bitch was something important to you"

I looked him dead in the eye and gritted my teeth, biting my lip in the process while I told myself not to do it.

"You a bitch! And bet ya ass you gon' see me often" He yelled before walking away with his crew.

"Done making friends? Now get the fuck in that cell" The guard said, pushing me inside.

I watched him slam the door in front of me, locking me in with another guy in the cell entirely. I looked back and watched him get up to greet me. He wasn't as intimidating as them other fools but he looked like he had been roughed up recently.

"Hey...I'm Ale. You can sleep on the bed over there and all of this is your space" he pointed. "Now look, I'm not gay okay so if you are, can you just respect that. And do your masturbating somewhere else please..."

"Nah, I'm not gay either. So....don't worry about that I guess. I'm just here to do my time and get out" I said, walking over to put my stuff down on the bed on the right.

"Same here, what are you in here for...?"

I looked up from unpacking when he asked about it. It already caused problems for me today that people knew about the hitting incident. Maybe it was best that people didn't know. "Nothing..." I simply said.

"Oh...well it couldn't have been that bad if you're in county jail. If you killed someone, I'd think you would be in prison"

"I minds well be in prison, they treating me like I killed somebody already. Damn. What I did, I had no conrol of.....but no sympathy for me I guess. I'll never trust a nigga with a smile again..."

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Jacob in the Media
--Tay🙈

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