Wistful

Chapter 28 - Poopy Face

(Nixon's POV)

The smell of ball sweat, and dirty feet had my stomach churning the entire weekend, it didn't let up at all. Between watching other inmates shit, to having to endure the scent, to sleeping on these thin, wore out cots; I have had enough.

I can't do this anymore.

It's cold and dirty and packed with bums and druggies who don't care if they're being fed real food or not. And who also don't mind shitting in front of multiple men and sleeping on a concrete floor.

I don't belong here.

I deserve to be in my therapeutic, king size bed, clean, well-fed, and snuggling up to my pregnant girlfriend.

I miss my kids...

It kills me to think about being away from them, and it makes me feel even worse when I think about where I'm at while I'm away.

I had court this yesterday morning.

Zayne had made the call to our lawyer friend we meet in college. This means that Kadynce did what I asked of her and called Zayne to tell him what happened.

And it turns out that Jake, the piece of shit, is deciding to press charges against me for what I did to him. I honestly didn't think he would do it because of what he did to Kadynce. But then again, he doesn't know exactly why I kicked his ass.

He doesn't know that Kadynce told me he raped her.

I've been charged with battery in the first degree and assault with a deadly weapon; the assault comes from me threatening him with a gun.

The judge set my bail high, so Kadynce had to pay it with my money. She was shocked to know that she was still an authorized signer on my bank account.

I honestly forgot she was on there too until I was forced to remember.

I've had the same account since college, she made me open one on the first day. It started as a student account but eventually became a personal account.

I now have separate business accounts for my dealerships and shops.

After my bail was posted, I thought they'd let me go immediately but that's not how it works. I know I've been to jail before but that was a while ago, I don't remember the routine.

It's 5 AM Tuesday and they are just now releasing me. This is the absolute worse time to be released from jail especially since I have no phone, no money, and everything is closed. I have no way of calling anybody to pick me up and no way to pay a cab to get home.

And the department doesn't care.

They don't want to be bothered after your release.

Heading down the street, I found a bus stop occupied by a couple of people. I haven't taken the bus in a long time, but I know my streets so getting to my house should be a breeze from here. I just need to know what direction the bus is going.

I'm about a good thirty minutes from home, but that's by car. It turns into hours if you're walking.

Walking up to the older lady at the bus stop, I got her attention without getting to close to her. I honestly didn't want her to smell me, I reek. She was dressed for work in a waitress outfit as her apron hung on her arm.

"Excuse me?" I spoke softly, she looked up at me. "Which way is the bus going?"

She pointed to the left. "Downtown."

I nodded at her. "Thank you."

She smiled back before I walked away and headed towards my house.