Furthest Thing

Chapter: T H R E E

Chapter: T H R E E

 

“When has anyone ever said ‘sorry’ to me? And actually meant it?”—Tavi

 

Fulton County Prison | 10:56 a.m. |

            “48…49…50,” I pushed the weights off my chest and on to the bar after I was done doing my bench press.

            I sat up and grabbed the small white towel and threw it over my shoulder wiping the beads of sweat off my forehead. It was almost 11 o’clock and already 90 degrees outside and of course they had us in the yard.

            I stood up and walked over to the benches that were near the shade and took a seat trying to get myself to cool down. We had to go back into the building at 12, so that leaves me with a whole hour to spare.

            “Shayne… my man,” A small nigga named pebbles walk up to me.

            He was known around Atlanta for stealing and hacking everything. He could hack any system or steal anything without anyone noticing but unfortunately for him the cops had a hard eye on him and caught him causing him to be in here for the next 15 years.

            “Wassup,” I nodded my head towards him.

            “You came in this bitch as a piece of shrimp and you gon’ leave as one of the bulkiest niggas,” He joked.

            “And you came in here a piece of shrimp and it look like you gon’ leave that way too,” I chuckled, “Whatchu want man?”

            “I was comin’ to let you know that you gettin’ a new cellmate, they bringing his ass down now,” He sat down squinting his eyes from the sun.

            Not only was pebbles a hacker and a thief he was a gossiper too. He gossiped like a bitch and he never let anyone forget it. If you wanted to find out why someone was locked up all you had to do was ask him and he’ll tell you why, their lawyer, and how many years they got.

            “I don’t give a fuck,” I mumbled.

            “Shit you should…,” He looked over at me, “This nigga is a FultonCounty veteran. He been in here a lot and each time he beat his cellmate to a bloody pulp,”

            I waved my hands, “I ain’t worried bout shit,”

            “Yeah, you a bulky nigga but he quick on his feet. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” He stood up and walked over to the other part of the courtyard.

            I wasn’t worried about a new cellmate. If he wanted problems we could have them, it wouldn’t be the first time I got into with some niggas in here. There’s always room for more workout and that’ll happen if someone step to me the wrong way.