Damaged

Prologue

"Brewster. Its time." One of the guards said opening my cell. "Hurry the hell up!" She yelled at me pulling me out the cell.

"Be gently.It's my homecoming." I joked laughing at the way she looked at me.

"You'll be right back here in a few months. They always come back."

"Not me Betty. I'm a changed women. Got something to live for." I said putting on my best country accent

"You tell her Island!" My cellmate Cris yelled cheering me on.

"Imma miss you bitch." I said

"Your my best bitch." She pointed at me threw the bars.

I am put through a final check and given all my stuff back from the day I was arrested. It was everything expect my money and my drugs. Four thousand dollars and two bricks gone. Great.

"One rolex, one denim overall, one pair of sneakers, one cellphone, one book bag and one id card." My favorite guard Cheryl said.

"Imma miss you Mama C." she hugged me.

"Don't go getting into anymore trouble."

"You know what I gotta do Mama." she just shook her head as I went to get changed. "Can I keep this?" I asked holding on to my orange jumpsuits.

"If you want." I smiled shoving it into my bag.
"Thanks and you can keep this." I slid her my Rolex. "Get your grand baby those braces." I said smiling as I seen tears form in her eyes.

"Out the gate Brewster." I walked outside to hear the buzz of the gate and sunlight hitting my face.

Even though I have gotten yard time, it's nothing like free sunlight not timed sunlight. I waited for my ride to come. A whole hour until my father pulled up. Rolling down the window he smile. He was high. Darrell is always high.

"Island. Baby girl its so good to see you. You look good."

Five years. I was locked up for five years. Drug trafficking and attempted murder. Also some other shit. And it was his fault. My father knew what I was doing. After my mother died 8 years ago he lost his jobs and I turned to the street selling drugs. I became known. Either you rocked with me or you feared me. The day I was arrested my father had called the cops on me because I wouldn't give him money to shoot up. My own father ratted me out.

I remember everything like it was yesterday. I had just gotten home from the trap. I had a big drop to do that night. I opened the door to my house to have guns pointing at me. Thinking it was the enemy I shot a cop. I was looking at 20 to life. They tried to cut me a deal saying I spilled who my plug was they cut my time in half.

"Do I look like a snitch to you?" I spat in the detectives face. Literally. That was supposed to get me another 2 years. But here I am out early on good behavior. I don't know how when I gotten into 12 fights and put in the hole 7 times. 22 years total dumbed down to 5. I know all the bitches in there wish they was me.

"Girl you don't know how to speak to your father?" Darrell asked. I just stared at him. I hate him with everything in me ,but his time will come.

"Auntie was supposed to pick me up. I called her Tuesday."

"Well its Friday and the bitch had different plans. Now get in the fucking car before I have you ass sent back in there."

"You would." I opened the back door and got in.

"Stupid bitch. I wish they would have kept your ass longer."

"Open your mouth some more and they just might. What kind of man rats they daughter out." He pulled the car to a halt.