PIMP (Completed)

twenty-two: get me out

FOUR WEEKS LATER

ROHAN MILLS

"Watch it!" one of the guards snapped at me as I got ready to toss my food tray across the obnoxious old man that sat in front of me. Talking all his Make America Great Again, knowing it would rub me the wrong way as it usually did. This morning was not the morning; I was tired and annoyed as hell and sitting here and socializing, was the last thing I wanted to do.

I was growing impatient being in this prison, knowing that I was innocent. I had been awaiting a proper prosecution and trial for the last four weeks. For some odd reason the prison guards always had a reason for me to miss my phone privileges, they wouldn't let me see any visitors apart from my lawyer who originally worked for Pharrell, so I didn't trust him all that much.

I felt as though I was trapped in a box and saw zero signs of ever being released; it was starting to drive me up the walls. I was sitting amongst men that had been here for longer and this old fuck really wants to sit in my face, talking about America Great Again?

So, I did it, without a car in the world. I took my food tray up and threw it at him. Within seconds, I was on the floor with a knee in my back and cold cuffs being tightened around my wrists. "Alright, bring him back to his room while I write this one up." One of the C.O.'s commanded while the other two hoisted me from off of the floor, pulling me up the stairs that led to the cell I was assigned to.

"My hand slipped." I tried to explain.

Once the door was shut, I turned around and placed my hands through the slot so that they could remove the cuffs. "Nuh uh, you can sit with them on for a while and think about your actions."

"Do I look like a child to you?" I spat, "Take them off."

"Do I look like a child to you?" he shot back. "Mills, in case you haven't noticed; you're in our house now!"

"In case you haven't noticed; I'm innocent until proven guilty. You have no reason to treat me the way you have been. I swear to God once I come out of here, I'm suing all y'all for every penny you got."

"Yeah, yeah. Tell me something new." He smirked, "better get comfortable because those aren't coming off till I'm good and ready."

"And if I gotta use the toilet?"

"Where there's a will, there's a way." He shrugged. "Just remember, Big D is on laundry duty and he doesn't like cleaning up after big men." With a chuckled he walked away, whistling as he made his way back down to where the rest of the C.O.'s were.

I sucked my teeth and took a seat, resting my head against the dirty wall. This was truly hell and I hated it. I wanted nothing more than my own bed, shower, toilet; for Christ sake. I wanted to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it just didn't seem to be coming any time soon for me.

As dirty as my hands were, I know that I'd much rather go out for something I actually did than this. I'd never hurt Priya a day in my life, God is my witness. None of the claims made sense, yet here I was because my name was on the car and because my fingerprints matched the one's on her clothes. No matter how much I tried to explain, no one seemed to listen.

I sat here day after day and just couldn't understand. After four weeks, why wouldn't Priya try to do something to get me out of here? after that spark, that connection... could she really be that mad? Did I really deserve to be sitting up here when she knew more than anything that I was not the one behind this, so why was I still here waiting?

EGYPT CUNNINGHAM

I finished fixing one of the light bulbs before climbing down from the ladder. "Turn it on for me." I asked, turning to Christina who flipped the light switch. The room lit up and it was as if that simple piece was the glue to everything.