“Sir, you were caught on our dash-cam.”
An officer I assumed is the one who called me, spoke to D-low with a bored expression. You can tell he wanted to be anywhere else but here, messing with this nigga.
“Y’all muthafuckas faked that shit,” he spat.
His arms were cuffed behind his back, but it ain’t stop him from struggling to get loose. Spit flew from his mouth as he talked. “Y’all just wanna take down another brother from the hood. Ain’t that right, Mr. Hamilton?”
He made my presence known. Almost everybody turned in my direction to see what I was gonna say.
I walked up to him. “Dravon, why you in here doing this? You always gotta cause a problem wherever you go.”
“Aw, man! Fuck you! You supposed to be on my side and you selling out for the badge,” he spat at me, damn near foaming at the mouth.
“Dravon, lower your voice,” I warned him. The officer passed him off to me, and I started walking him to his cell, but the moment we got away from prying eyes, I slammed his ass up against the wall.
“D-low, I will beat the fuck outta you! What the fuck was you thinking pulling a stunt like that?” I hissed, twisted his hands upward, and that made his wrist dig deeper into the cuffs.
“Alright, alright. You gone break my damn wrist, man! The shit hurts,” he cried out, but I ignored him.
“You speak to me like that again, and you ain’t gotta worry about prison, my nigga. I'mma kill you myself.” I pressed my thumb further into his palm. I yanked him back, and he staggered on his feet, before finding his balance again. “Bring your ass on.”
He peered at me over his shoulder. “What kind of fucking parole officer is you, nigga? Ruffing people up and shit.”
“Keep moving,” I muttered out.
I ain’t worried about him telling on me. It’ll be hard for a muthafucka to believe anything that came outta his mouth. I never claimed to be a regular ass parole officer, either. I’m not a sellout and never will be one. However, I know when to shut the fuck up, and when to speak my mind freely. He can talk shit all he wants to, but it’s his ass going back to jail to do a bid of five to ten, not me.
13
BABY
Today isValentine’s Day and I’mma be lonely as hell tonight. Everybody going out to celebrate, and I’mma be sitting here stuffing my face with Butter Pecan ice cream.
Auntie Misha left not too long ago with her man, Kenny. We barely spoke to each other since I got out, but he’s here all the time and he seemed like a good dude for her. Leah out with her man, I'm assuming, but that bitch was a box of secrets these days, so who knows.
Jayda over here waiting on her man to pick her up. I asked her why she ain’t wait at her house, and she replied she ain’t want her mama to see him, and I get that. Auntie Mona can do too much sometimes.
“Yeah, she would’ve taken thirty pictures. You remember how she was on prom night,” I reminded her.
She laughed, fixing the straps on her body-con dress from Fashion nova.
“You look good. The hair is giving too,” I commented, then used the palm of my hand to fluff out the end of her curls.
“You too,” she remarked, and I gave her a knowing look. I know she tryna make me feel better, but I ain’t got on nothingbut pajama shorts and a tank top. Her ass needs to stop with the lies.
She giggled, touching my hair. “Well, this is still cute.”
She checked the time on her watch, sighing out loud. “Why you won’t come out with us? I don’t want you here by yourself on Valentine’s Day. That’s so sad cousin.”
I did a double-take. What’s even sadder than sitting at home, is crashing somebody else’s date night.
I am not that desperate, no matter how lonely I am. “Girl, no. That man about to dick you down, and you tryna bring company? I’m good here, thanks for the invite though.”
“Well then, call Love,” she suggested, smirking at me knowingly.
She’s the only one who knows how I really feel about him. It’s been many instances where she caught me staring at him back in the day, so she already knew what’s up.
“For what? He’s my parole officer, Jayda. We can both get in trouble.” Even If I did have a phone, I wouldn’t have called him. The temptation to hear his voice was too much, but I had to stay strong.
