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"Hold your Hands forward inmate" I heard the gruff voice of the officer say causing me to look up from the ground. I subconsciously complied with his order whilst staring him down waiting to see if he would do anything funny.
In front of me stood a fat officer dressed in a prison guard's uniform. Meeting his glare, I could practically feel his sense of superiority as he disdainfully looked me up and down. However, between his look of disdain, I could also see what seemed to be fear. He must be new since I've not seen him before which would explain why he isn't more wary of me.
But judging by how tightly he is clutching his bat-tong he must be nervous. I don't know why though he's got two more guards surrounding little old me. Then again if it was any other day, I wouldn't mind starting a brawl. Don't get me wrong I'm not a particularly violent person, I just know that in here it Is better to be feared. The alternative is to be under someone else's mercy. Trust me that's not a place where you ever want to find yourself being.
That's not saying I couldn't take them in a fight though since I've been through a lot worse in here. However, today is the day they let me out of this cage, and I don't feel like extending my stay here. I'm what you call a person who was at the wrong place at the wrong time and happened to fit a description that the cops were looking for.
You're probably wondering why I didn't appeal my sentence, well if you do you must either be an optimist or just haven't dealt with the true American justice system. So instead of wasting my time appealing for freedom away from a comfortable bed and a roof over my head, I made a deal with the true culprit.
I was caught with more than the legal amount of weed aloud on me, so I was going to Juvie anyway. So, it was a case of whether the person the cops were really chasing wanted to join me. However, that's a story for another time, let's just say that I will get what's mine in the end.
{You should have just let me take over and I would have broken us out of here,} There goes that voice again, guess that week in solitary confinement did make me just a little crazy. It was still worth paying off all of my debts by starting that brawl. In the end, all I had to do was spend a week locked up in a cell and all my debts would be settled.
"I don't need your help so just be quiet," I spoke up angrily as it had been saying similar things throughout my stay here in Juvie. I don't know who or what this voice is but it for sure ain't the normal kind of crazy.
My outburst however seemed to have frightened the guy in front of me as he visibly shrieked back. Like a scared kitten after experiencing a jump scare, he started to glare at me, but his shaking legs didn't fool me. Since being here I've learnt to read people's body language better. Letting me know if they pose a real danger to me and this particular fatso doesn't.
Am I that scary though? Then again, I did put three officers and Seven other inmates in the hospital during that brawl so I can't really blame them. They did have it coming though who told them to interfere with me sending a message to one of the gang leaders bullying OG's son? It just so happened that my helping Devon send a message to not touch his son was my ticket to repay his gang for the merchandise I lost.
For some reason, no one ever bothers to tell you gangs don't have insurance on their drugs. So just by selling them you are not only risking punishment when you get caught but you also owe them the money if you lose their drugs. After all, even those blood-sucking insurance companies won't dare to ensure drugs.
Become an entrepreneur they said when they recruited me to sell their goods. It's all about the hustle, positive thinking and finding the right suckers to sell your goods too. All is well until you get caught and have to pay back what gets confiscated.
I'm honestly lucky I could solve it all by merely beating up some guy in here who felt like starting his own gang. Not like I care if someone wants to play king of the castle in here but my OG very much cared. All those old gangsters see prisons as their territory so someone trying to cut into their profits strikes a nerve.
I've heard stories of people falling into deeper debt as soon as they get out of here. Some simple go swimming destined to never reappear in this lifetime. I guess this is where the stereotype of black men not being able to swim comes from.
The rest were honestly just collateral damage. After all who asked the head of some upstart Irish gang to pick on the son of the current leader of the Hammers? Now If I were in Boston, I wouldn't dare to touch an Irish man especially one who is trying to connect with their mob's major players.
But this is LA the land of Blue and Red, heck Mexican gangs have more influence here than those Irish folks. The hammers although not a big gang in LA, do their fair share of the heavy lifting to the drug distribution of the city.
This is largely due to their connection to blood cells and them having their distro. It also helps that the gang as a whole is pretty ruthless when it comes to handling business. Shooting an Opp or a cop is one of the basic requirements to jump into the gang.
I got lucky though never needing to catch a body just to become young g. My uncle was a lutenist of the crew and ended up dying in a shootout. So, using a little nepotism I got a decent job as a dealer for them. However just because I didn't jump in like the rest doesn't mean I was above the rules either.
That is one of the reasons I decided to leave the gang the moment I got locked up. Not because I was too pussy to deal with this lifestyle but because those guys ain't my family. I've made that drop a hundred times and never been caught but this time was different.
I'm twenty per cent sure I was set up to take the fall that hunch only grew when the cops seemingly mistook me for the suspect they were chasing. Now I'm not a conspiracy theorist but I've learnt to trust my gut when it's trying to tell me something. So, I decided to take the best option out. Especially since dealing with crazy people ain't good for my health.
Heck, the current Leader Devon is sitting in prison serving a double life sentence for taking out an FBI agent who got too close. If that wasn't enough the guy almost started a war with the Chinese triad over a misunderstanding about a meal. Enough with the useless thoughts tough, I should quickly get this over with. I complied with the fat officer just wanting to leave here as soon as possible.
Feeling the freedom of my wrist as he removed the chains, I started stretching them just for good measure. I'm not sure if chains are customary practice for everyone but it is for me as they have classified me as a dangerous inmate. Not bothering with that anymore I slipped out of my orange jumpsuit and changed into my Lakers tracksuit.
They don't really let you go shopping for clothes when you get ready. You just have to wear whatever you had on when you got caught. Not that I mind though as wearing the purple and yellow Kobe top with my black Timbs feels normal. Nimbly tying my black bandana over my head, I let a couple of looks of my dreads fall at the side of my face.
Enjoying the comfortable feeling of my clothes again I took a second to relish in it. I had just bought this set not more than four months ago when I got locked up for possession. They tried to stick a murder charge on me because I fit the description of the guy they were originally chasing. A private lawyer took pity on me though when she overheard the cops trying to get me to sign a bogus guilty plea.
She not only got that murder charge thrown away using security footage that proved that I had come from a different direction from the guy that they were chasing. She also used the fact that they performed an illegal search on me to get any evidence of an incriminating nature thrown out. The nail in the coffin was when she threatened to counter-sue the city for prejudice, racial profiling, and abuse of power against a minor.
I can't lie to you sitting in that courtroom watching her make the judge and the persecutor choke on their words made me fall in love with her a little. The try factor she argued may have helped my case, but my lawyer had no romantic interest whatsoever. The age gap didn't help since I was 16 at the time and she was 26 in her second year as a lawyer. Probably the reason she chose to stand up for the little guy.
In the end, they agreed to let me off with a warning and three months in Juvi. In exchange, none of my crimes would be on my record and I would get a sort of second chance to turn a new leaf.
It was only later that I found out that this was due to the increasing tension between the police and the black community. The officers performing an illegal search was something the DA's office couldn't afford to escalate at the moment. Especially given the fact that I'm a minor and Ella's threats to publicise the matter helped. The One thing anyone in power or public office fears is having their name and actions put on a microscope by the media.
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To Be continued...