Love Dont Live Here Anymore

5

It had been a whole month since the day i had lost my freedom. I've never made not one phone call, and I didn't plan on it. Who would I call ? My mothed doesn't want anything to do w/ me. I know shes hurt, I know she doesnt understand why I did what I did. I'm really not sure if shell ever understand.

"Williams you have a visit."

I looked around confused. I sat there thinking they were talking to another Williams.

"Williams, let's go. You have a visit."

I got up quickly to see who cared enough to come pay me a visit. I walked out and seen Chris waiting for me and I instantly got sick to my stomach. I sat down in front of his trifflin ass. "What this clown want ?" I thought to myself.

"You always did look better w/ no makeup on."

"Cut the shit Chris. Why the hell are you here ? What do you want ?"

"I want to tell you that I'm sorry. I want to tell you that I'm lonely w/out you ."

"Wrong Bitch ! My name Jae, not Jazz. And I know you put it in her head to kill my son you sick fuck. How you let pussy fuck ya head up that bad ? You lucky I'm in this fuckin place right now, but mark my words I'm coming for you bitch !"

"Your pretty ass don't scare me. Stop talking all that nonsense. I came to make sure you were alright."

"You never came to make sure your son was alright. Bitch I hope you rot in hell. See yourself out and don't ever fucking return."

I got up and walked away hoping to never see his face again. He had balls to bring his ass here. If I ever get out of here I'm gonna plan his funeral myself. The fact that he said nothing when I told him I know he talked Jazz into killing my son tells me he's the one who planned the it all. The pain I was feeling at the moment was too much. I had been keeping things bottled in and the shit was killing me. Yes I did murder my own twin sister and i had no remorse at the time but its really eating me alive.

I hate her for what she had done, but I love her because she's my blood sister. I never meant to hurt my mother. Everything was heavy on my mind and i had had enough. I was tired. I started crying, I was angry, and i was hurt. I snatched the sheets off my bunk and the bunk above mines, knocked down the books of the book shelf, scattered my clothes everywhere, and started throwing and ripping up all the papers. I needed to let this stress out and this was my way of doing exactly that. A guard ran in and I turned around quickly and gave her and evil look.

"Back the fuck up, I don't want to hurt anyone Mrs. Davison."

"Have a seat on your bunk honey. I know things are rough. Calm down."

"You don't know my life ! You don't know what I've been through. This is all too much for one person. I want to be w/ my son again..."

That was the last thing I remembered. I woke up in a strange place. Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, and the floor. I felt closed in; I started panicking .I thought to myself, " I hope I didn't hurt Mrs. Davison, she's such a sweet lady." A tall white man walked in w/ a clipboard in hand.

"I'm Dr. Jenkins how are you feeling Ms. Williams ?"

"I'm feeling just fine, can I go now ?"

"You certainly cannot. We have to keep you under our care for a little while. We will take good care of you, no worries."

"Why the hell do I have to stay here ? I need to go home.... Well back to my cell."

"Ms. Williams, you aren't at the prison anymore. You had a very bad meltdown, and things could have gone very bad. So now you have to stay here where I can watch over you and help you through this. We dont have a lot of other people here like the prisons do. so you will be more comfortable here. You get visits twice a month here, and you actually have a visitor coming to see you now. Hang tight, things will get better."

I just layed there. "Did I hurt someone ?" Is all I kept thinking. Ive been going through alot lately. Life was really going down hill for me. I heard the door open and Bryan walked in..... Detective Bryan.

"Hi beautiful.... I have so much to say and I only hope that you will listen."

"Bryan why are you here ? Shouldn't you be home w/ your wife ?"

"I am getting a divorce Jae. Her and I haven't been together in a long time. Over a year. She's having a hard time letting go. Look I want to talk about what happened in that cell.."

"Since you know about it maybe you can enlighten me because I blacked out, I dont remember shit."

"Bottom line is you almost hurt someone. What your going through is tough, and because you killed your sister they feel you will hurt anyone. The bad news is that you have to stay here for a few months. The good news is that you get to go home after those few months are over. But you have to take a few classes."

"What are you saying ?"

"I'm saying you blacked out twice, and the first black out you killed someone... Usually they will ask you if you want to plead insanity... But we refuse to let you blackout for a third time. That is why your here at a psychiatric facility. When you go to court all you have to do is agree to evrrything, take the classes and you will not have to go back to a prison. Now while your here i'm going to get that divorce finalized and when you are done here we are moving away together. I want to be w/ you Jae."

"This is all so much.. I'm not sure what to say."

"We will move as slow as you need to. I will let you do some thinking. But you need to know that I will not give up."

"Bryan how's my mother doing ?"

"She's doing alright. She refuses to come and see you..."

I burried my face in my hands and started crying...