Zya's Knight Vol 2 : PK's Revenge

Chapter 21: First Day Out

"Colbend! Zya! Pack up, its your lucky day!"

The sound of my real name being called woke me up. My celly was standing near the bars, looking back at me, attitude and envy all on her hater ass face, just as the CO approached. I lifted my head to attention, my eyes squinting slightly to adjust to the light.

"Ms Colbend, get up and get ya shit, you out of here. Lets go! Get up" The stank ass CO yelled as she secured her cellmate then opened the cell. I fasho didn't need to be told twice. I hopped up and snatched my pictures off the wall. I stopped briefly, looking at the photos of me, Simone and Lexi, in happier times. It had been 3 years since Simone's death and 3 years since my life fell the fuck apart. Due to us both being incarcerated, I hadn't spoken to PK since the day we got booked in the county. Freedom seemed so far from reality as I walked my sentence down, using the hustle and game PK gave me, to live a lucrative life inside. I left all that shit to my cellmate and stepped out of my hut and into the waiting handcuffs of the CO. The walk down the block seemed so surreal, I said goodbye to the girls she'd grown to love. Goodbye because I knew I would never see these bitches again. No tears were shed because frankly, I was ready to get the fuck out. At the processing desk, I was given my shit. My clothes were all musty and stank from being in a damn cabinet for years. My jewels slightly tarnished but a bitch wallet was still intact. They lead me to the gate where a bus was waiting to transport me as well as other girls who were released, back to Detroit. I boarded the bus with a smile on my face knowing that this would be my final ride on a prison bus. "I'll neva end up back in this bitch" I said to myself as the bus sped off and away from the compound.

Looking out the window, I powered on my phone. Immediately, a picture of me and PK greeted me. It was taken in New York at Juniors. Shit was lit. We both wore smiles. I couldn't help but wonder how he was holding up. Knowing my phone was long disconnected, I called to reactivate my services, then called straight to the bank. I sighed in relief when the balance was just as I left it before I went away. I needed a plan, knowing that money wouldn't be a issue. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, letting the heavy bus engine rock me to sleep.

2 Hours Later

"Detroit! Detroit! This is your stop" The driver yelled as he pulled up behind 36th District Court. My eyes popped open and I hopped out of my seat, shuffling quickly to the front and off the bus. I inhaled the fresh air and looked around. Everything looked the same and that comforted me. Deciding against calling a Lyft, I walked around Downtown Detroit, scrolling facebook, checking out all the shit I missed. Smoke's funeral. Simone's funeral. Stories and details about our arrest. Stories about the bodies. Everyone thought they had shit so figured out. I shook my head and sat down on a bench in front of Greektown Casino. I summoned a Lyft and made my way to the apartment we once shared.

Walking through the lobby, my heart pounded. It had been three years. Three years of missed HOA payments. Three years of missed DTE payments. I expected to walk into a shell. I braced myself as I used a elevator up to our floor, holding my brown paper bag close to me as I walked toward our door. I was shocked and pleased when my key still worked. There was absolutely no power, and the dust caked up on everything really showed my absence. I looked around. Everything was still in place. The basketball shorts PK took off the day we got arrested was still on his side of the bed. Shit, the bed was still a mess. I flopped down on it and cried. I cried for PK. I cried for Simone. I cried for my freedom. But I knew crying wasnt finna help shit. Crying wasnt finna get shit done. Crying wasn't finna double this money and crying surely wasn't finna get Angels back open. Looking at the ceiling, I grabbed my phone and scrolled my contacts. Finding who I was looking for, I dialed the number.....

"Hello?" Lexi said, sounding confused.

"Hey Lex" I said, trying my best not to cry.

"ZYA ? ZYAAAAAA IS THIS YOUUU?" Lexi screamed into the phone, starting to cry as the tears poured out of my eyes.

"Yes its me girl. Im out." I said, crying as Lexi went on telling me how much Ive been missed.

"Girl I've been a mess since you've been gone Z! Everybody has so much to say about what happened that day at Angels. Corey is still out here after killing my sister and my man. Things have just been terrible! But enough about me, where are you at?" She said, sounding like she was getting in the car.

"Im at home. Home is still home. I just gotta pay some bills and get things going around here. Its dusty as fuck" I said, laughing as I pulled off the jail attire.

"Oh girl I couldnt find a trustworthy housekeeper, but I did pay your HOA wile you were down. That was the least I could have done, for you not turning me in" She said, seripisly.

"Whhaattt ?! Shittt Lexi thank you sooo much. I appreciate that cuz you know it was on my mind" I said, looking in the mirror.

"Of course Zya! I love you. I have a meeting in about five minutes so I'll call you after that" Lexi said, saying her goodbyes and ending the call.

Standing at the mirror, I studied my reflection.

PK's words rang in my head as she appreciated my appearance.

"Can you handle this?"

"I think I can"

"Shit might get ugly...bodies might drop behind this....."

At that moment, I knew. I wanted revenge. And imma get it....