LEVELS

Chapter Six

                Ashleigh Carter
We were all being booked and processed. I could careless about being locked up. I just was hoping I'd still have my job, since I would be missing a shift tonight and possibly more.

We were all assigned to a cell and told we could have our one phone call in the morning. All this over Rod fat ass. I believe I'm about to be on papers. Smh.

The night rolled through very slowly and Sgt. Carol made sure her staff put us in separate cells, so I had no way to talk to Mo and Key. "Cell 15, phone call." Officer Morris called. I made my way out of the cell and to the raggedy phone on the wall. I dialed Jasmina's number praying her pregnant ass would answer this early. Jasmina's groggily voice came over the phone saying hello. She asked me what the hell I had going on and that I shouldn't expect her to bail me out since she was broke. "Sis, I can't even come up with no abortion money. What make you think I'd have bail money?" "Aight. Ok. Whatever Jas. And keep your legs closed next time. "Whatever jail birdy. Enjoy them pockets bitch." Before I could plead with her the operator came onto the phone saying the call was ova. The guard then escorted me back to my cell.

Over the next hour I saw the girl that Mo fought be escorted past my cell. I assumed she was getting her phone call. After, her I finally saw Key who looked like she had been crying nonstop. That's when it hit me.

Key was in the middle of a child protective services investigation that one of Rod's old hoes had called in on her. This would not look good for her case. I know Simone had Keem for the time being, but still she wasn't family. I said a quick prayer for me and my girls to make it out on top.

Time had now made it to lunch with the gaurds placing a slop tray in my cell for me to eat. I ate the apple and just let the rest sit. I knew for sure I'd lose weight during my time in here, because there was no way I'd eat this food. We had always managed to not be arrested for fighting. I guess our luck had run out.

Before the evening shift left, I along with Key were transferred from the holding cells to the open dormitory they had. In there, we saw the twin Tiffany. The bitch was mugging us like she won against Key. Lol. I wonder where the other twin and Amira was. I'd learned their names during booking and processing.

The guard warned us it would be in our best interest to avoid fighting again at all cost. The judge is Ms. Mable's grandson. Great the lady who placed the call and believes she own Meddleton Project. We were fucked forreal.

I gathered the state items that were given to me and attempted to take a decent shower. Afterwards I made my way to the chess table Mo and Key were sitting at. A redhead white girl name Amy was teaching them to play chess. Soon, we all learned and played until it was lights out.

The next morning at chow I still could not spot the other twin nor, the Amira girl which was baffling how one twin was still in, and the other not. I just decided to go with they had made their bail. It was funny to see Tiffany stagger in her lonesome during yard call. She was scared to look our way, and I would be too if I fought like that.

Two more days passed by of being given slop to eat, cold showers, and a hard cod for a mattress. I never missed my bed more than now. Hell I even missed my life stripping at Dollaz Down. The cheap perverted men, smoke filled air, and asshole Aaron for a boss. I was tired of that place. The tips were not good on top of the cut Aaron received.

Playing chess and drawing helped the time pass by somewhat. I also, kept replaying Ant's motivational speech he'd given me. I just needed a plan and to execute it. Take control of my life. Shema and Joe had no care for me, and Jasmina would have to need something from me to be concerned about me. My family not hitting on shit. That's when it hit me to call Ant. I should've done that from the beginning.

"I'm sorry ma'am, you would have to have money on your account to place any phone calls after using the first free call." Officer Wilson stated with the happiest attitude. Happy to see people are doing miserable, I guess.

The next morning my name, Ashleigh Melrose was being called. I was then told to gather what belongings I wanted to take home with me. I moved quickly, while thinking on who could possibly be bailing me out.

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