Sierra in multimedia
Tracy"Has the jury reached its verdict?" the judge asked.
"Yes your honor. We the jury find Tracy Morgan guilty of first degree assault as well as not guilty of the attempted murder of Treyvon Jackson" one of the jury members said.
"I hereby sentence you to two years in the Florida State Penitentiary with no possibility of parole" the judge said.
It was a bittersweet moment. Bitter that I got two years in prison but sweet because it could've been a lot more if I had been guilty of attempted murder. The police officers led me out of the courtroom to a bus that had about 18 other inmates. I sat down at the back of the bus as we drove the four hour dive to Tallahassee.
Once we got there we were all led to a room to be checked for anything they would be labeled as contraband. They took my phone, my jewelry and even my hair tie. I was stripped completely naked and searched before changing into an orange jumpsuit.
We were all led to our cells and I knew I had a cellmate by the books on the dresser type thing. I put my things on the top bunk and looked around. The cell was about a 10x12 room. Barely enough room to breathe and there was a dirty little toilet in there.
As I was looking around a female came into the cell.
"You must be my new cellmate" she said. She was about 6'1" light skinned with cornrows. She was most likely a Dyke but she had some feminine features.
"Uhh I am. I'm Tracy"
"How you doing Tracy? I'm Sierra" she said holding out her hand for me to shake it. I shook her hand and she sat down on the bottom bunk.
"So what's a pretty girl like you doing sitting in a prison?" she asked.
"I shot my ex boyfriend for cheating on me" Okay so I lied but she doesn't know that.
"Damn shame. That's why ion fuck with niggas. They shady and sneaky as fuck"
"I feel you. So you gay?" I asked.
"You could say that"she said laying back.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I'm only attracted to certain types of females. Like you. Pretty face, thick thighs, fat ass. And you seem smart which is a bonus"
"Really? Wow" I said.
"Do you have a problem with me liking you?"
"No not at all. I'm just shocked is all"
"And why is that. You're a beautiful girl. You should have all the niggas fallin over you"
"Well I don't"
"Well" she said getting up and walling towards me. "You could always join this team" At this point I was backed into a corner and she was stroking my hair.
"I don't know about that. I've never been with a female before"
"You could start with me" she said kissing my neck. I giggled.
"That feels good"
"It's supposed to" she said before kissing my lips. She kissed me passionately like this was gonna be our last time together before pulling away.
"You're mine Tracy. If I found out you fuckin with someone else there will be problems. Understood?"
I nodded my head before she started kissing me again.
*2 Weeks Later*
Shantay
"Babe I want some butter pecan ice cream" I told Alonzo as I laid on his chest.
"Well we don't have anymore butter pecan ice cream. You and Aliyyah ate it all"
"Where is she anyways? I haven't seen her all day" I said.
"She went to Tasha's house. It's funny how I never knew she lived on this street till now"
"Hmm. You should go buy me some butter pecan ice cream"
"No"
"Whyyyyy?"
"Becaaaaause you don't need it"
"Yes I do. I need it to live"
"No you don't"
"Okay fine but you made me do this"
"Do what?"
I took a deep breath. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
"Aight damn." he said chuckling.
"Thank you baby"
He put his shoes on and grabbed his keys before I heard the door shut.
I hopped out of the bed and went into the bathroom to take this test. I peed on the stick and waited five minutes before the test read POSITIVE.
OH.MY.GOD.
I'm pregnant. I knew I was because I've been sick a lot lately and I've been craving a lot of foods. I heard the front door open and close.
"That was fast" I yelled to Alonzo. He came up behind me.
"What did you do run to the-" I stopped mid-sentence once I realized it wasn't Alonzo.
"Trey... wh-what are you doing here?"
"Surprised?" he said grabbing me.
"Trey let me go!" I said.
"You fuckin that nigga Shantay? Huh? You must be cause he lettin you live all up in his crib"
"He's being a friend and letting us stay here. Get the fuck off of me." I said breaking from his embrace. He grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed. Before I had a chance to get up he punched me in the jaw.
He forcefully ripped off my shorts and rammed himself into me.
"Aaagh Trey please! Please get off of me!" I screamed
"Shut the fuck up bitch" he said before punching me again. I cried and cried as he continued to rape me.
"Nigga what the fuck is you doing" I heard Alonzo yell. Trey hopped up and fixed his clothes.
"Fuck it look like nigga? I'm fuckin my woman!"
I ran over and hugged Alonzo.
"Your woman? Was she your woman when you was fuckin Tracy?"
"Yeah. She was my woman then and she my woman now" I saw Alonzo grab his gun and point it at Trey.
"Ima say this once and once only" he cocked his gun" get the fuck outta my house"
"Aight. You got this. But best believe it ain't over" he said. As he walked past Alonzo he tried the grab the gun and they started fighting over it.
"Y'all stop now!!" I screamed. "Stop fo' somebody get hurt" I felt the pain in my stomach before I heard the gunshot. I looked down at my stomach and blood was everywhere. Alonzo's eyes gaped open before he knocked Trey out and rushed over to me. I fell to the floor before I blacked out.
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Trouble (Urban)
Teen FictionALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYRIGHT. No parts of this story may be reproduced in any way. Shantay Powell has had a lot responsibility ever since she took in her niece, after her sister died when she was 15. Shantay, not having any family left, took her i...