Hit Diffrent

Greed [Gri-d]

I wake up hearing my phone ring and vibrations against my hand. I open my eyes and answer it putting it against my ear without really looking. Whoever it was I wanted them to be quick so I can go back to sleep.

"Johnson County Correctional Facility would like to connect you with an inmate. Would you like to accept the charges?" I sigh closing my eyes and thought about weather I should answer or not. But I wouldn't want a call he paid for to be wasted.

"Yes, sure.." I accept reluctantly. The phone began to ring along with my heart that started to race.

"Ne I miss you." I hear Kain's voice come over me. My heart stopped racing and my spirit calmed. But anger filled me.

"What do you want Kain? I told you I didn't want to talk anymore." I said with annoyance in my voice and I didn't care if he heard it. In fact, I wanted him to.

"I just wanted to hear your voice and check on you. I gotta let you know some things before it's too late." He said talking in a hushed tone. He sounded like he was afraid and it scared me because I never seen him scared. It put fear in me. My wall I built up came crumbling down.

"Kain are you okay? What's going on?" I ask sitting up in the bed. I notice it's still dark outside. I look at my clock and it says that it was 1 o'clock. The fuck he calling me late for?

"Look I'm in trouble with some people in here. Some shit went down and word on the street I'm next. But I'm gonna try to make something shake before then. I just called just in case I don't." I put my hand on my forehead worried. I held the phone to my ear and listen closely. I stayed quiet looking around my room. I knew he wanted something from me.

"What do you need?" I ask sighing and leaning back on my headboard.

"I need two bands..by tomorrow." He said and I swallowed the lump in my throat and agreed to send the money. I hung up and instantly broke down. I pulled my knees close to me and cry.

Kain had everything he could have from me. He was my everything but sometimes I wonder if he actually loved me. Did he love me or the comfort that  I provided him. I cooked, cleaned and took care of him how a man should be taken care of . All this at sixteen. He took care of me financially and I never went without. And when our relationship was good he made me feel so beautiful.

But once he started making money he changed. It made him different. He became greedy and when he couldn't satisfy the greed it turned into anger.

I had wanted to leave so many times. I use to pray for him to change. But when the beatings became more frequent I prayed for a way out. God answered my prayers but not in the way I expected. And in a way he answered both. He done pulled this shit so many times and every time I fall for it. He tells me that someone is going to kill him unless he gives them money. And I send it. Once he gets the money I don't hear from him until he needs more.

I lay back in my bed and put my phone on do not disturb. I needed a day of rest before I go on the road with this job. I have to completely become someone else. I have done that before but never in front of cameras or for long periods of time.

As soon as I closed my eyes I jumped up hearing a hard banging on my door. My heart pounded in response but I quiet my breathing and grabbed my gun. I  put on my robe and creep to the front door. The beating on the door was continuous and I knew whoever it was at the door was about to get cursed out.