Sweet Charm

Jokes on you 0.2

I shook the cell bars, filled with rage. How can I even be convicted of some shit I didn't even do? How is this even possible?
The police officer hit his baton stick against the cell bars "hey hey settle down inmate" I scoffed "how long am I going to be in this holding cell?" I looked back at the mysterious intoxicated man who was banging his head against the wall.
"Till we can get you in a more comfy cell mate" the officer said with a chuckle "sir, I'm a innocent person being blamed for this" I plead "tell it to the judge,boy" I watch the police officer walk back to his desk picking up his coffee mug taking a sip of his coffee.
"What you in here for ,hot stuff?" A male dressed as a female asked. I removed my hands from around the metal cell bars finally making my way to the long bench that sat in the middle of the cell "I was accused of something someone else done" the male sashayed over to me with a unreadable look on his face "my names Beverly and I have some lawyer degrees under my belt" my ears had opened up "come again, Beverly?".

"I can help you..." A smile had appeared on my face "but I need you to do something for me" I nodded "what's your name hot stuff?" He asked me "Zion King" a smile had crept up on his face "you seem like a family man and right now I'm having difficulties with my son" I raised my brow wondering what he was trying to get at.

"If you beat this case I want you to take care of my son" he pulled out a picture out of his d cup bra, I stared at his hands weirdly "here" he grabbed my hands placing the photo into them "tell him I love him" I slowly flipped the picture over seeing a seven year old boy holding a fire truck in his hands smiling "his names David" Beverly says while sniffling.

His son means the word to him just like how much my daughter mean to me.

I closed my palms nervously biting my bottom lip. I didn't know what to do or what to expect but I wasn't about to back down from a fight.

I was doing this for my daughter, for Harley, and million of women's who went through such horrible experiences.

I stood up walking towards the cell bars again "let me make a phone call" I had said watching the officer double dipping his glaze donut into his coffee mug "yeah yeah give me a second,boy"

He stood up opening the cell up letting me out "you got 5 minutes" I nodded as he guided me to the pay phone.

I dialed dons number waiting on him to pick up. It took this scum the third ring to pick up. "Oh hello Zion" he said with a chuckle "anybody touched you yet" I sucked my teeth "I just got one thing to say to you ya sick fuck" I cleared my throat "I'm coming for you bitch" he chuckled louder than before "I don't think so Zion...look unlike you I got girls to tend to something you can't do behind bars".