Nothing But Trouble (All The Way Home Sequel)

Chapter 32: Inmate 241792

***EJ'S POV***

You know how fucked up prison looks in movies ? It's nothing like that. In real life It's worse.

My name isn't Ej anymore. To the state of Florida, my name is inmate 241792. I'm just another fucking number to them. To the other prisoners in here, I go by Banko. A nickname my nigga snooty gave me when i first got knocked.

After being in here for two months, I can honestly say, prison is fucking terrible. Everyday i wake up praying that it was all a dream and that i'm still at home with Elle and Aj. But then i wake up and i'm still here. Caged behind these cinder block walls.

They put me in maximum security. Apparently, i was too much of a danger to be put inside general population. It was complete bullshit.

Since it was max, all of the niggas living in my camp were some real fucking criminals. I knew i was a criminal, there was no denying that. I sold drugs, i killed people, but these niggas... They were cut from a completely different cloth than me. I was in here with murderers, rapist, arsenist, kidnappers, armed robbers, and who lot more. Shit, any crime you could think of, these niggas have done it.

I knew a few niggas in here but i stayed to myself. Most of them were just lil niggas that used to run drops for me. A couple of them were niggas i grew up with from the block. I was cool with them but that was it. I wasn't in here to make friends. I just wanted to do my time and get the fuck out of here.

Everyday is always the same old shit. They wake us up at the early as hell every morning and herd us to the showers like we're fucking sheep or something. We only get six minutes to shower and if we go over they take minutes away from our breakfast time.

The food here is complete shit. For breakfast they feed us something that looks vaugly like oatmeal but it tastes like glue. At lunch they give us sandwhiches. Hard ass bolgna sanwhiches on white bread with no mustard, no mayonaise, no nothing. Just two pieces of a dry ass white bread with two slices of bolgna in the middle. Dinner is equally terrible. All we get is a piece of dry chicken, a vegetable of some sort, and a slice of white bread.

But that's not the worst part though. Once you get to camp and they process you in, you get assigned a job. Guess where the fuck they assigned me at ? The damn kitchen. Of all the places i could have worked at, they assigned me to the fucking kitchen. I guess they took one look at my skinny ass and thought "Put that nigga close to the food". Hell no. The fuck do i look like serving grown ass men baked beans ? They got me all the way fucked up.

"Waddup bruh ?" My homeboy snooty said,  walking into my cell.

"Shit, just chilling man." i said, putting the letter i was writing Elle under my pillow.

"You trying to smoke ?" he pulled out a blunt.

"Nah, i'm good man." i waved it away. I wasn't even surprised he had it. Getting contraband was easy in prison. You just had to know the right people. Snooty always had weed on him because he was tight with this nigga named Blaze. Blaze was this big ass OG from Houston. They say he started a fire that killed six people at his old camp back in Texas and that's how he got his name and why he was transferred here. The nigga must have mad connections because he was running shit in here. Anything you wanted, weed, cigarettes, coke, he had it. Shit, he even had meth. There was a group of niggas under him that distributed product throughout the camp. His reach didn't just extend in max either, he even had gaurds running his product in the women's unit down the hill. Blaze was That nigga.

"Aye" he looked around to make sure nobody was listening. "Blaze's been asking about you. He wants you on the team bruh" he grinned

"Nah, i'm straight." i shut him down. This nigga has been trying to recruit me for Blaze since i got in here and i wasn't having it. I'm my own boss. I don't work for nobody. I'm not fucking with that nigga.

"Fuck you mean 'nah' ?" he mugged me. "Look, you gone be in here for a while. Why not make money ? I'm telling you, joining Blaze's team will put you on top, bruh. We got it fucking made in here !"

"I'm not interested." i said plainly. "Everything i need is already taken care of. Tell him i said thanks but no thanks"

"Blaze doesn't really take too kindly to niggas turning his offers down, man. If i were you, i'd take it." he looked over his shoulder. "You don't want to get on his bad side."

"Is that a threat ?" i sat up.

"Nah, bruh" he held his hands up. "I'm just saying. Blaze has connections. Getting on his bad side isn't smart."

"I heard you the first time but that's not going to change my mind. I don't give a fuck about his connections. I don't work for nobody."

"Aite. fine." he shrugged. "I warned you, though." He got up and walked away.

Fuck that nigga and his boss.

***A/N: This is super short but i felt like updating and i probably wont be able to update consistently this whole month because of school stuff soooo i'll try to update whenever i can.

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