Chapter One: 𝙸𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎

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𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢
2:30 𝚙.𝚖.

The sun burned my skin as I stepped out of the dark building

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The sun burned my skin as I stepped out of the dark building. The wind was hot and humid. My eyes squinted as I looked up at the sun. I was going home. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, being able to go home to a hot meal and a hot shower. But I didn't know what awaited me after I stepped off the prison premises. My heart felt heavy as all my demons hit me at once. In the distance I could see my homies awaiting to give me a welcome home but in the back of my mind I could only wish that it wasn't them. I wished it was my wife. The one person that I thought would stick with me in my time of need. Nine years I'd been locked up in this hell hole. Being told when to eat, when to sleep, and fighting anytime a nigga looked at me funny. I was happy to get back to civilization  but I was scared with what it all meant.

Walking up to the men that had been honestly taking care of me since I was locked up, I smirked. Fab, Wave and Santi walked up to me engulfing me with brotherly hugs. I dapped each one of them nodding my head. "Damn I never thought I'd be so happy to see you niggas." I chuckled shaking my head.

"Nigga you should be happy these folks let you get out." Wave slapped my back. He always had to make a joke about shit especially when some things wasn't to be joked about. I knew his ass was going to piss me off in more ways than one today.

"Welcome back home brother," I smiled, slapping hands with Santi. He was definitely the more sentimental one out of the group, I appreciated it. He was caring and I loved him like he was my blood brother. "Thanks lil' bro." I replied with a head nod. I looked at him and we both gave each other a knowing look. I need to talk to him and he knew exactly what it was about.

Fab stood off to the side with his famous mug plastered on his face. I could always count on him to be serious. "Never fell to amaze me man, you look that same as when I went in nine years ago." I chuckled.

"You know I'll never change. Lets dip out. This place give me bad vibes." He said looking up at the building I didn't plan on coming back to. I nodded my head in agreeance. We all got into the vehicle. Pulling out of the lot like in the review mirror. I watched the building get further and further away until it disappeared from my sight. Flashes of the last nine years of my life flashed in my head. It was time to see the people I hadn't seen in so long. I was praying that it didn't go as bad as I felt like it would.

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𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢
9:00 𝚊.𝚖.

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