Loving Khyree (That Zaddy Collection Book #1)

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This chapter is all Khyree...

Ten years into sentence... Khyree (23)

"I said stop!"

BANG!

I jerked my eyes open. I stared in the darkness. My heart beating hard against my chest. I wasn't gonna fall back to sleep. I never could, my mind plays that night everytime I shut my eyes. I'm a murderer. I thought about my mom, I was worried about her. Was she taking her medication? Was she thinking about me?

"The fuck did you do?! You killed him! You killed him!"

"I'm sorry! It was a mistake! I'm sorry!"

I turned over in my bunk, staring at the cemented wall. I can't remember when I got a full night sleep, even before that night. I got up and moved to put my feet on the ground, I still stared in the darkness.

I deserved this...

She never comes to visit me...

Because she never loved you...

She did. I know she got to.

She lied on you...

She did. Watching her say that I hit her, killed Demarcus Olom on purpose, that I was a troubled kid from the start. Always fighting in school, stealing whatever money she had, selling drugs. It hurt me.

I had to steal and sell weed, her boyfriends paid me to do random shit, so we can live day to day. And I've done some shit, she never complained. The voices telling her that it was my job to look out for us and because she was my mom and I love her, I did it. For us.

Kids always bullied me because I always wore clothes that didn't fit or I was too quiet and they thought that I was special. I didn't steal money from her, how could I when she always kept her door locked or how she kept all the government money that she got because of 'low income'? I sold the drugs to get her medication that she refused to buy. Put food in the house for us, it wasn't a lot of money because I was limited to selling just weed. Whatever I made, I helped my mom. She needed my help.

But she never cared...

I shook my head and got up, I knew everything in here like the back of my hand. I walked to the small desk and turned on the lamp. Pulling out a sheet of paper and pencil, I absently started to draw. My hand putting down on paper, what was in mind. Ugly memories filling the space in my head. It's been 10 years and I still got 15 more to do, I didn't leave my cell. Only if I had to for head count, breakfast and dinner. I didn't go to the yard anymore, I did that a few times and going to the yard the last time was my mistake. Men locked up for the rest of their lives, that had nothing to lose, were some fucked up beings...

"Aye boy!" I kept walking, I only been here two years. I stayed quiet, didn't talk to nobody. Kept myself unnoticed. There were some of the inmates that tried to have a conversation with me, but I ignored them or gave them shrugs. I kept walking around the large blocked in space. There were groups or clicks standing around each other, working out, talking or just sitting back watching. That's all you can do...

"Aye, Mute! I know you hear me!" I hear him, but I ignored him. I'm better off by myself, just do these next 18 years and be out of here. Go check on my mom, see if she's okay. Going so long without her medication was bad, I'm sure the voices were coming back to her and she'd run to her other medication. Drugs...

No one knew about her condition, I get the medication illegally from someone I knew.

"Aye Mute!" He yelled again, this time closer.