“Don’t ever get too comfortable in yo’ position. It’s always somebody watching thinking they’re deserving of it.” If that wasn’t the realest shit Daisy Atkins said to me, I ain’t know what was. She knew he was flawed from day one and warned me. I gave him the benefit of the doubt now look at me.
“You good?” Sierra asked washing my back.
“Mind yo’ business. I need a phone by tonight.”
“I’ll leave you mine before I leave for the day. Don’t start no shit Bentley. I just got the higher ups off my ass,” she warned me.
“Aye, who the fuck you think you be talking to? As long as I’m here, this my shit. Don’t get it twistedWarden Montel, new management can be arranged within twenty-four hours, and I’ll spare no expense. I like you Sierra. Don’t fuck around and become a foe,” I threatened.
My threat was made with a simple hand around her throat squeezing tighter and tighter as I spoke my peace. I was respectful until I felt disrespected. The only reason why I hadn’t turned this prison into Atkins territory for real was because I knew my time getting up out this bitch was coming. However, if that wasn’t the case…
“I’m not trying to Bentley, but this is my job and you’re starting to make it hard for me to do,” she stated looking up at me with pleading eyes.
“That sound like a personal problem to me. Do like I ask, and you won’t have no issues. Plain and simple.”
“It’s not that simple, and I really wish you’d stop acting like it is. Look, I ain’t in the mood to go back and forth. Are we fuckin’ or not?”
“Bending over ain’t never required conversation,” I said turning her around to face the wall.
Sierra was gon’ do like I told her each and every time ‘cause the pay was good and so was the dick. She got blessed in more ways than one. I understood wanting to be taken seriously but that wasn’t what the fuck I was here for. A nigga wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first fuckin’ place. The least she could do was make my temporary stay an easy one.
Walking into the library, I snatched up the iPad assigned to me and headed for the lounge. I couldn’t lie, that chit chat shit with the angels was becoming my favorite pastime. The devices weren’t restricted, so I had a grand old time scrolling through social media. All I had was social media to keep me entertained in this muthafucka.
Taking a seat on the sofa, I kicked my feet up and pulled up TikTok. If I was on the other side of the wall, things of such wouldn’t get a second thought. My only concern was my business and the three beautiful ladies that brought me peace.
Aunt Daisy was a nigga backbone through and through. Sarabi and Nyla been by a nigga side since they were cubs. Them was dangerous and territorial lioness now. They paraded around the property freely and Daisy hated that shit. She ain’t have shit to worry ‘bout though. They loved her ass. Plus, they looked at me as the head of the pack. Daisy was safe as long as they were there. It had been over a year since I last saw them. However, there was no doubt in my mind they shared the same feelings. They were missed.
My foot was tapped lightly causing me to look up from the screen. Seeing that it was Old Skool, I went back to scrolling. He sat on the sofa adjacent to the one I was on. He was coming with conversation. He always did.
“Youngblood, you gon’ lose privileges if you ain’t chatting with yo’ angel. I keep telling yo’ ass that,” he stated like I ain’t hear what the hell Sister Andy said the first day I joined.
“She annoying and I ain’t with that shit today,” I said waving him off.
Laughing, he sat back and kicked his feet up next to mine. Shit, the way I saw it, I was the smart one to use the program to do something other than bullshit with niggas all day. That shit right there was starting to work my nerves for real. I ain’t never in my life had so many niggas in my goddamn face before now. That uncomfortable feeling still ain’t left and I gave this life a year of my time already.
“What’s wrong with the angel man?” he asked still tickled by my annoyance.
“The bitch boring for number one. Two, the bitch ain’t got no tricks to pull out her ass. I get it ain’t nothing but virtual conversation but damn bitch where’s the enthusiasm. I’d rather read a book for entertainment,” I vented.
“Then unlink and find a new angel. You gon’ fuck around and get kicked out the program. You ‘sposed to chat at least once a day. You don’t know how to make friends, huh?” he jested.
I delivered a look that told him to shut the fuck up talking to me. He was the only one I gave conversation in this muthafucka for real. He was acknowledged as an uncle in my eyes. Rocking and rolling with my pops, he earned that.
Leaning forward, he snatched the device out my hand and went to tapping on the screen. When he got to tapping a lil’ too much for my liking, I snatched it back. “Don’t be doing all that bullshit on my shit Old Skool.”
“Too late. You got a new angel. Enjoy youngblood,” he said removing himself from the sitting area. He walked away with a hearty laugh fading. Apparently, my boredom was comical to him.
Looking down at the screen, I realized he connected me with an angel named Patience. Her name alone grasped my attention. Words meant everything to a nigga. They were all we had to express ourselves with. Patience was either something she already mastered or was seeking. I was intrigued.
Patience: Transparent moment, I’m tired of the fake meet and greet ‘hi, nice to meet you’ bullshit. You can save the entire speech of not doing what they said you did also. Jump in and we’ll go from there.
Reading her response caused a nigga to smile genuinely for the first time in a year. She came rough, raw, and real. She was different from the first boring ass bitch they tried setting me up with.
Me: Why patience?
Patience: It’s something I’m asking for during these conversations. It’s also something I need to practice. Your username is clever. I like it.
That same goofy ass smile was still present. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but shawty was charismatic as hell. Sitting up, I wrote back with interest.
