How I Got Good

Chapter 7

"Don't let anyone control you. Take control."

Tony's P.O.V.

Jail

"One phone call Hardey" The police officer hands me the change for the phone booth. I call Yhana.

"Hello?" I release my gasp. "Baby! Just listen to me please."

"What?" I start getting sentimental, like a bitch. "I gotta let you know something." She interrupts, "Why'd you do it?" I drop my head in defeat and stress, "I was trying to--"

"Two Minutes Hardey. Wrap it up!" My eyes widen and exhale deeply. "Baby, I got two minutes. Listen carefully. You listening to me?"

"Yes!" "Go upstairs to the attic, there's a white box that says your name. Go in that box and get all of that--" I hear the dial tone. "Hello?... Yhana? Baby?" I slam to phone to the receiver. "Damn!" This is bullshit.

Yhana's P.O.V.

The dial tone ended our conversation. I flop on the couch and scream in the pillow. I'm alone and my Tony is alone. I hope he's okay. What did he want me to get?

I decide to make my way to the attic, maybe I could put the pieces together. I go to the main hall and pull the rope to pull the stairs down to the floor. I carefully walk up the stairs and switch on the light. I look around for the white box with my name on it. After 10 minutes of moving boxes and moments of frustration, I find the box in the deepest hide of the attic. I take the box downstairs and push the stairs back up to the close the wall. I walk over to the kitchen and set the box on the island table. I open it and see a note at the top and a piece if cardboard covering the contents of the box. It read:

Yhana, I love you so much and you know no matter what happens, I always got ya back and I'll always provide for you in some way. If you're reading this, I'm either dead, or in some trouble and need your help. Pull the cardboard up and there's 90 stacks in this box and a gun to protect yourself. I need you to use it wisely. I love you girl. Us against the World. Tony.

I pull the cardboard up and there's 90, 000 dollars stack neatly in bands, a gun sitting on top, and six bullets wrapped in cloth. Tears instantly roll down my cheeks. I close the box and put it in the cabinet under the table. I have to go to the prison to figure out how to do this.

I run out of the door and to my car. I pull out of drive way and get to the jail.

15 minutes

"What can I help you with?" I look at the man, "Can I make a visit with Tony Hardey please?" he asked my name and relationship to him and I had to wait until his visit time arrived. Ten minutes passing, "Yhana Hill." He motioned me to follow him to the back. I had to remove all metal and I had to leave my purse and anything else that could contain weapons. I walk to the room and I see Tony sitting at the table in handcuffs. I run to him and give him a hug. "Baby! Are you okay?" He told me he was okay. We give eachother a kiss and I sit across from him. "I figured out what you were trying to tell me. I got it." He smiled, "Okay, good. Baby, I'm sorry you have to be apart of this. I didn't mean for anything to happen." "Why you do it then" He told me what happened the night Jamal died and I understood where he was coming from. He was only protecting Imani. "You may be able to win with the story, kind of like self defense." He looked at me with pain in his eyes. He was breaking down. "I don't know bae. It's not that easy telling an honest story and getting the judge to believe you."

"How long if you can't get your story out?" She shrugs. "Mail will come in about this. Court dates and all other information."

I told him he didn't have to worry about me missing anything. I was going to be there for him until this was cleared up.