Mother Knows Best (A Short Story By RJ Pritchett)

Chapter 2 (Deeper)

"Mya Hood don't love me."

"Man, this is really some bullshit. I can't believe all this shit they pinned on me. Momma, I'm sorry about my language, but I don't know what to do right now. They're saying that not only I robbed this dude, but they're saying I brandished a pistol, and then smacked him with it, threatening to shoot him. That didn't happen. I didn't do that! I'm sorry for yelling, Ma. But I really can't believe they're doing this to me. I bet you they won't even find my prints on whatever I supposedly stole. This is really sad, yo... Oh, and that public defender chick says I could be looking at two years if convicted. This is really some B.S. I ain't even do nothing. I swear to G- I'm sorry, Mom. I know you hate when I swear, but I'm just confused, and angry. I want to go home where I belong. With you, Dad, Mya, and the rest of y'all. I heard about what happened to Travis too. *sniffle* It's so messed up that I can't be there with his family. *sigh* I know Trevor is sick right now, give him and the rest of the family my condolences. I know life won't be the same without him. Do you know what happened? Wow. That's crazy... I wish I was out there, yo for real. *sigh* I can't believe this. Travis was good. He never bothered nobody. He ain't deserve that, man... I feel powerless right now. I can't do anything because these damn pigs got me locked up for something I didn't do. It wasn't even me... Yeah, I know who did it, but I ain't snitching. I don't care what nobody says. That's not in my blood. Ain't no rat in my blood, y'all know that. I know this call is being recorded, I just want them to know that I'm not the guy that did it. And if these cops were real investigators, they would know that. But it's alright... I won't say too much though... Have you spoken to Mya recently? It's been a while, but she wrote me and told me that she was busy being stressed out with work and stuff like that... Nah, she's a good girl, Ma. You gotta get along with her. I need both of my ladies together. Have you heard from her? Did she come to visit you? Oh, she was at the crib two days ago? Okay, that's good I guess. Tell her that I'm gonna call her at around nine o'clock tomorrow... Man, I'm tired of this life. I don't want to be here, Mom. I have stuff to do. I'm gonna miss Travis's funeral most likely. I know I wasn't that close to him, but Trevor is like my best friend and for his twin brother to be killed is crazy. I can only imagine what my guy Trev is going through. Man. Life is so freakin' stressful right now. I just want this whole thing to be over. I should've listened to you and pops when y'all told me to just start staying in the crib, away from anyone and anything. I had Mya by my side, there's nothing else that I needed. I had it all, and it's all been put on hold because of this screwed up justice system. God will see me out though... I know he will. Momma, can you pray with me?"