Iwas sitting in the corner of a holding cell, and I was in this bitch with at least fifteen other niggas. I was seething. Angry out of my fuckin mind behind the shit that had taken place tonight. I handled my business, but damn I wish I had done more. The only regret that I had was not killing that nigga.
I prided myself on the amount of self-control that I had. Mentally, I was in a place where I could ignore a person’s entire existence, but he kept poking the fuckin bear. At the club, Dionne pointed them niggas out to me, and from the moment she told me about them, I kept feeling their eyes on me for the duration of the time that we were in the club. They were itching to get my attention. I wasn’t going to budge and give in to what they wanted because I had my girl with me, and she was with her girls, and I wasn’t trying to bring that shit to the club.
I decided to pay them no mind, but then we get outside of the club, and out of all the fuckin parking spots that they could have chosen to park, they parked right next to me, and they were close as fuck too. The shit talking from them began instantly. Again, I had my lady with me, so I was trying my best to ignore it. Even Dionne knew that it was only so much self-control that I hadbecause she eventually let my arm go, and I know that was her way of telling me to handle my business, and that’s what I did.
Knocked that fuck nigga’s teeth out of his mouth, just how I’d done to my bitch ass daddy. I was booked for some bullshit. A little misdemeanor simple battery charge. Nothing that I’ve never been booked on before because this wasn’t my first time having to get slapped in cuffs for beating a nigga’s ass in public. A little petty bond that I was waiting for Dionne to get here and post, so I could get out.
They took forever to let me get access to the phones. I thought about who I wanted to call. I didn’t know if I wanted it to be one of my niggas, my girl, or my mama. I knew each of them would come running and get me out of this shit. I also knew that if I called anyone else other than my lady, she was bound to break up with me.
I stressed Dionne the fuck out tonight. When I called her an hour ago, and she accepted the charges, she was on the phone crying like I had been booked for capital murder. Dionne knew the ropes because I remember her telling me before how she had to bond Free out of jail. She was at my crib when I called her, so I walked her through where one of my safe’s were at the crib, so that she could grab some cash. That was a while ago, so I should be getting called soon.
As I was sitting here, the gate was pulled back, and more inmates were brought inside. Naturally, I looked up, just to see who they’d let in, and when I saw the last nigga that was brought in, all I could do was shake my head because God could really have a sick sense of humor sometimes.
It was my dad that came stumbling in, barely able to walk, and keep himself up because he was drunk out of his mind.
“I ain’t… even do shittttt. Why ya’ll treating me like I’m a criminalllll?” he slurred. The officer that brought him inside didn’t even respond to him. She just locked the gate back.
The men that he came in with, they found a place to sit, and it just so happened that there was an empty spot that was next to me on the bench. My eyes were on my dad, watching him as his glossy eyes scanned the holding cell, and he staggered his way over to me, tripping and falling twice.
That shit was fuckin embarrassing seeing this nigga like this. I looked at him, and I had no choice but to become angry. Angry for his absence in my life, angry for the way he did my mom over the years, and angry for the shit that he did to Dionne. The way that I was feeling, I wanted to stand up, and beat this nigga’s ass again, but he wasn’t worth what was going to come from that. My lady needed me. I had her stressed out, so I needed to get out of this cell, so that I could go home with her.
“This supposed to be America. Home of the fuckin free. We supposed to have all this motha fuckin freedom, but you telling me that I can’t have a few cups of that brown, and drive myself home? What the fuckkkkk,” he groaned, right before he slouched his body down in the bench. He was just inches away from me, but he was so drunk, that he hadn’t realized it yet.
“Nigga, shut the fuck up! It’s bad enough that they got us all cramped up in this fuckin cell together, and now you coming in here with all this loud ass talking. Shut the fuck up and sit down with your drunk ass!” one of the niggas spat at him, saying to him what we all wanted to say.
“Awwww… fuck youuuu!” my pops retorted to him.
It was silent after that. Like he was at home, sitting in front of the television screen, watching a game or some shit, he kicked his legs out, crossing them, and the leaned his head back against the wall. His arms were crossed, and he was chilling. I knew that this wasn’t his first time getting locked up. He’s served time before, which explained how chill he was because this wasn’t anything that was new to him.
I looked at his hands that were crossed. I swear I got fuckin chills seeing his hands, knowing that those were the same hands that were used to take advantage of Dionne. Those hands touched her, probably went over her mouth to keep her quiet, and whatever else came with the abuse that he’d given to her. I could feel the sweat on my forehead begin to arrive, and right when I felt my body about to react, I heard…
“Tavion Briggs. Let’s go. Bond is posted,” one of the officers came over to the gate and said.
My dad had been drunk out of his mind, so he didn’t know I was sitting next to him all along. The sound of my name caused him to lift his head up, and he looked over at me. He looked at me as if he’d seen a ghost. I had a clear shot of him, and even with his mouth closed, you could tell that he was missing his top teeth. It was the teeth that I’d knocked out when I’d pulled up to my grandma’s house and beat his ass.
He sat there, eyes looking me up and down, and it’s almost like whatever drunken state that he had been in, he was quickly snapping out of it.
“This the kind of bad luck that only niggas experience when they getting closer, and closer to death. I can assure you that you won’t be here for much longer. Either I’m going to kill your sorry ass, or that bottle that you can’t seem to put down is going to kill you. Either option is fine with me,” I said it to him low, but I was aggressive.
Only he could hear me though. Anyone else that was sitting around, they couldn’t hear anything that I said. He didn’t respond. I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t, either.
I walked out of the holding cell, where the guard was standing there, waiting for me. With my hands in my pockets, I followed behind him. He led me over to the property release window, so that I could retrieve all my items. They’d placed all my items in front for me, once I gave them my name, along withmy date of birth. It was a clear bag that they’d given me, and I took my time, going through the bag, making sure that nobody took my shit.
My phone was inside, along with my wallet, the Cuban link chain that I had on earlier, along with the matching bracelet, and my belt.
“Boy, nobody took your stuff,” the property clerk dragged out her words to me, saying it in a flirtatious kind of way. She was a beautiful, chocolate, plus sized woman. She had nice skin, and as she was talking to me, she had been smiling, so you could see her perfect white teeth, along with her big dimples.
“Shit, this almost a hundred thousand worth of jewelry in here. I had to make sure that nobody stole my shit,” I let her know, taking the belt out of the bag, so that I could put it back on my waist because the jeans that I was wearing were hanging, sagging a little too low for me.
The property clerk laughed at what I said, and she had a work friend there, who was also another woman, and they both started laughing together.
“Your stuff was in good hands with us, Mr. Briggs,” she let me know, and this time, I smiled.
“And I appreciate that,” I let her know.
“So, tell me something. You got a wife that you about to go home to?” she boldly asked me, and the officer that had walked me over here, he just laughed, while shaking his head.
He was probably used to this kind of shit from her. I was flattered, so I smiled, going to break her down in a nice kind of way.
