Before We March

Chapter 22: Where The Poison Is

Six months..

I have my life in danger behind the bars surviving the false accusation and the lies of that confession. For six months, I'm trying to still figure out how I would escape this jeopardy. They shave my head and make me grow beard that I didn't wanted to shave it because it still won't make me an innocent looking again until I slap their faces with strong evidences.

Every day I am making my body tired with the physical fitness remembering the stupidity of the court's decision. I lost everything that I've got before it even started.

Job, family, friends, even the trust for the girl I loved like no other, Heck, I'm almost losing myself too. The kindness is starting to fade away and every time I open my eyes all I see is me pointing a pistol at Dylan's face.

Sits ups to try motivating myself to the top, curls up to remind me of how they took everything away from me and push ups to push and push until I made Dylan and the rest of the racism kneel before me.

"Paul Jr, you have some visitors."

I was busy putting up a body tone when I was visited by the person whom never gave up for me.

"Aunt Sasha" She came running giving me the hug of a mother felt.

I never saw my mother since the day that I lied in my confession and that hurts me a lot that it drives me crazy of what happens to her and even question her love for me as a son and a mother.

Aunt Sasha is the only person that I trust right now and I'm really glad that she is here to see me but I'm also scared that Dylan might do something to her so I told her to leave right now but she insist that she reveals that she is not the only one who came here.

And there goes the Obama's at the door side ready to help me get out of here. Mr. Obama was surprised about everything that it made him review the case himself and do everything he got to help me get out and that made a smirk a bit that I wanted to be happy but I'm starting to be sad about what the people might think of me outside because of that fake confession.

"listen to me son, this is not over yet. The moment we find that last tape it might help you out."

That made me stand and out of respect I ask him what if it ain't , what if its just a tape of my father's story or what. I'm desperate for a strong evidence that I told them that I just wish that my panda plush juju would see everything.

It makes Mr. Obama stopped that he just told me to be strong and pats my back as he needs to leave because of an urgent call.

"Be strong Jordan, I'm going to get you out of here." Mr. Obama promises as he gave me a hug and embrace our foreheads for a hopeful turnout.

Sasha hugs me as well and gives me my favorite sandwich before she bids farewell. Man this time it taste like my mother's and I think that it's more tastier than my craves so I hug her back and told her how grateful I am for her sacrifices for me.

"I was desperate to make you a ham and egg sandwich closest to your mother's taste for it that it turns out to be better and I wanted you to know that it's okay to be desperate sometimes because we never knew this might make you better someday." Aunt Sasha stated.

And damn I owe Sasha for that a lot because every time that I felt like giving up she is there motivating me up to the hill till I reach it. Before she leaves I ask her one last question.

"How's Riley by the way?"

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