𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 . - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

I sighed walking down the dark alley hearing the chains echo through the area from every step I took . I wasn't ready to hit the courtyard or my cell block yet .
In these wall's news travel fast , and sometimes guards are the main ones that be spreading the news .
Them bitches don't give a fuck about us . Or our safety , only person by far that cared about me, and my boys was Peter .
But they killed him and tried to pin that shit on me , like me and him wasn't the best of mates in these ruthless ass walls .
I can't wait to escape or get out of this place . I picked my head up noticing the guard had stopped walking .
He looks at me with a mean mug exhaling heavily . "You gon' need all the luck in there inmate , you fucked up when you chose to be a snitch."
I kissed my teeth looking up at him shaking my head in fear , I was scared actually , and didn't know how I'll face it .
As a man in my childhood, I was raised to not be afraid of anything , to not show your emotions or even shed a single tear .
As a man, I was told you shouldn't be weak , that if you were struggling to face any troubles or hardships in life if you act like a bitch crying and shit .
That everyone will look at you like a joke and not take you seriously .
That you're not strong enough .
I snapped back into reality replying to the guard . "I had to do what I had to do , you can clean my blood stains if shit go off when I reach the court yards."
The guard sends a devilish chuckle , tapping the side of my shoulder indicating to continue walking . "I'm a guard not a cleaner , you have to get that shit through your head ."
"Hm." Shrugging coldly . "Do you think in the following week's I'll still be walking with two feet?"
He sucks his teeth , entering the code on the cell on the bottom floor while I heard it buzz opening up . "If you pray than maybe."
"Damn cuh." I laughed awkwardly , hearing a few low chatters starting to surround the area , i suddenly stopped in my tracks struggling to go ahead . "Just give me a minute."
The guard chuckles not caring at all , he was heartless, yet I wasn't surprised because that's all almost every guard is like . "Let's go." He kisses his teeth pushing me gently .
I groaned closing my left eye from the beaming hot sun walking out of the alley way , reaching the outside of the courtyard .
We stopped while I turned around facing the guard having both of my arms out , waiting to be released .
A few other men around the ages of 18 and their mid—20s and 30s walked past me , mumbling small things letting out small laughter's . "Hey snitch." One said excited at what he said , chuckling to himself .
"This just the start." The guard said , i rolled my eyes at his response . This wasn't my first rodeo i know what was going to happen .
"Good luck." He says while the guard set my hand free , he pats my back before leaving me alone in the caught yard as all eye's where on me.
I looked around wondering where Paco or Kevo where , i wandered around walking past the basketball court hearing someone click their fingers .
My body shifted catching his attention , he kept clicking his finger's indicating me to go where he was sitting at .
He was with a group, I've never laid eyes on it even heard about. He looked old, had a whole full set of beard that connected to his faded low cut, i walked closer to where he was seating, bringing my gaze to the toothpick that laid on the side of his lip. "Wassup snitch."
"I don't have time for anyone's bullshit right now." I sighed heavily, waving him off picking my feet out of the spot walking off.
"You not leaving yet, can't a brother help you or not ?." His voice beams through my ears, my whole body shifted around facing him again. "Move round' us and forget that little bitch as friends you got and i got you protected, Woon know not to speak on my doings."
I scoffed rubbing the side of my neck, forming a small smirk. "Why would i leave my brother's for y'all? remind me who you are? You too grown for this shit." I said earning a few chuckles from his mates.
He hits one on the forearm shutting him up. "Don't chu' know i'm Juke. Everyone one in west wing and where your cell is laid at know me and know what i'm on."
"Shit, you irrelevant if no one speaks on you. Stop creating fake shit in your head." I chuckled taking him as a joke. "Imma' get to steppin' you obviously a fraud nigga."
"Juke, you gon' let the snitch talk down on you like that?" One of his friends that had a durag wrapped around his head said sucking his teeth.
"Personally, i wouldn't let no snitch speak on me like that." Another chuckled with white skin had said pointing to himself. "But, that's me. I respect how calm you are Juke."
Instigating as people, i feel like i'm going to get my ass beat up in a quick second.
"Nah it's cool gang, shit not hitting me." Juke say's getting up from the bench, I swallowed hard laughing nervously backing away. "So I'm a fraud."
I had my hands up in defence. "Hey man, you wasn't coming off with this energy a second ago. Let's just stick with all that and go with our day."
"Not rolling with that snitch, I was trying to give you a kind offer and you declined. We the same people and hell I know them niggas you hang with not gon' stick with you forever." Juke say's causing me to pull my eyebrows together.
"Come on Juke, I barely know yo' ass. Watchu' on brother? Maybe we can talk shit out."
"You lost my respect and my help, fuck that small talk." Juke holds the collar of my jumpsuit partly picking me up, I barely weighed that much so it wasn't a surprise how easily he lifted me up. "Let's have some fun."
"Nah wait—" My eyes widened at the sharping noise of a pocket knife opening up, juke gripped onto my collar even harder throwing me onto the hard cemented floor.
Grunting in pain I stood up slowly dodging the first punch he threw at me, years of boxing and lifting in the courtyard since sixteen really has helped me.
Though some fights I didn't win and got left with bruises, I still came up and tried to make myself better at the shit.
Just because you fail once doesn't mean you aren't going to have a come up.
My first connected the side of his structured jaw letting him knock me back, I'd say his punches hurt, my face is still stinging. "Oh you tough." Juke chuckles slightly panting.
"Try some." I laughed as my head flew back from a hard punch that came from the side, another came from the back of my head then another hit the bone of my nose.
My eyes flew back feeling a little woozy, I sight of red was the only thing I could visualise. "Fuck." I groaned feeling a foot step on my stomach, curling to the side in a ball accepting kicks and punches I was receiving.
Atleast I'll finally see Vendetta.
•••
"Oh my gosh key, what the—your face." She says worriedly, I watched her place on her gloves while I groaned forming a light smile on my face.
I'm so lucky to be around her right now, lord I missed her. "I'm fine." I said weakly holding the side of my stomach.
"No you're not, I told you to stop getting into these fights key." She sighs heavily, I felt sad that she was so serious right now, the look in her eyes made me think she thought I was on the urge to die. "You need a transfer, I'll give you a transfer."
"Nah cuh, I'm straight—fuck." I gripped onto the bed sheets, accepting the burning feeling from the alcohol she dapped on me. "Maybe slow down with that shit, you got some scotch in here ? I need some."
Vendetta laughs lightly having her face up in my face, she was cleaning up the fresh and dried up blood that was displayed on my face.
I glanced at her staring up smiling to myself, moving my hand up slowly I held onto her face caressing the side of her cheek. "I've missed seeing your face, how you been Ven Ven?"
"And you're still calling me that." She rolls her eyes creating an appealing smile I liked. "I'm been okay Key, been busy with wounded inmates that actually tell good stories."
"Aww." I cooed laughing to myself. "Bra, so you ain't miss a nigga?— fuck man." I grunted even more loosing the grip I held on her jaw.
"Tell me what happened Jhai, what about your friends? Why didn't they help you?" She scoffs in disbelief placing the first bandaid on my face.
"I couldn't find them, this brother name Juke was heavy on my dick." I squeezed my eyes together accepting the pain. "Talking about he'll give me protection."
"Key'mir." I sucked my teeth at her rolling my eyes.
"Cuh, you thinking it's something good to accept. Juke wanted me to stop moving around Paco and Kevo, but they my boy's. Been stuck with them forever, protection for myself or not I'll always be by there side you know."
"Oh, didn't know."
"Yeah, so my sentence? They're adding my years huh." I smiled lowly holding onto her wrist. "Think I might need new pills as well, shit not helping me."
"I know key, I'll find a way to try and help you."
"Hm, I appreciate that shit." I said bringing myself towards her face, placing my hand around her neck I met eyes with her staring deep into her dark—brown eyes smiling at her beautiful feature's that always caught my attention.
My lips carefully brushed onto hers, sliding tongues with each other while I tasted a sweet watermelon flavour that hit my tongue.
"Hm." She moans in my mouth holding onto my face, I gripped onto her neck getting interrupted by a knock that came from the door.
I exhaled heavily pulling back from her, she dusted her her uniform licking her lips opening up the door.
"She wanted me fasho." I laughed to myself meeting eyes with a guard. "What?"
"You have a visitor, I'll give you five minutes Key'mir." The guard walks out leaving us alone in the small room.
Vendetta stood far from me clearing her throat. "I'll get your open cuts stitched up, just let me get my things."
"You look nervous? You nervous." I asked, she waves me away looking through the cabinets leaving me with a great view of her curves and her ass. "Bend down for me Ven."
"Key shut up, your hurt." She turns around laughing lightly. "Oh, and I'll ask my dad if he knows any pills that'll help with schizophrenia. His a doctor."
"Oh shit." I was surprised really, never thought she even had a dad in the first place. She never talks about him. "Thank you though."
"No problem, lay yourself back down though. Your adding more pressure to the pain. "I liked the kiss." She mutters under her breath but I could barely hear her.
"Watchu' was saying? Spit it out." I layed my back onto the pillow getting comfortable.
"Nothing, nothing. You have a visitor so I'll hurry up with this."
"My left eye hurts, come and kiss it nurse." I smiled happily shaking my head barely seeing anything in my left eye, I knew it was a lump, and I knew my shit look so ugly right now.
"Key'mir shut your ass up please, next."
•••
I limped, groaning to myself walking towards the empty chair that had a phone beside it's barrier.
Seating down, I smiled at my good friend Chris grabbing a hold of the phone resting it beside my ear as the other peice was around my mouth. "My boy Chris, how you been cuh?" I smiled looking at him through the clear glass.
"Nah, what happened to yo' face nephew?" He clenches his jaw gripping onto his phone on the other hand. "Who the fuck knocked you up."
I bit the insides of my cheek, bringing my attention onto the desk. "Was just a small fight cuh, nothing major."
"A small fight ? Why them homeboys of yours ain't help you?" Chris scoffs, he was very overprotective over me and hated when I never defended myself in fights, his the reason I became violent to others.
I had gotten stopped on being pushed around during a teen, and Chris helping me out with the shit wasn't that bad, it actually helped me.
"I couldn't find them, it's no big deal, Chris I'm straight. Just a few stitches and black eyes is alright."
"Nah, fuck that." Chris spat sucking his teeth aggressively. "You go back in there Key, and beat the fuck out that nigga, keep rocking that fool's shit untill niggas pull you off that fool. You hear me?"
I stayed quietly, staring directly at Chris moving my lips to the side holding onto the phone tightly.
"Hm." I nod in return swallowing hardly, trying to look clearly with my left eye but struggled. "Yeah Chris."
"Key, show them who the fuck you is, leave his brains on the cement yo'. I told you to always defend yourself."
"I know." I said lowly, exhaling heavily.
"No, you don't know nephew, look at your fucking face g. You did the opposite nephew, that shit really hurts me man."
"I'm fine Chris, honestly." Watching him shaking his head, slamming the phone he held onto the protective glass.
"Fuck your fine, and fuck this phone—fuck." He smashed the phone even louder. "Remember Key, any motherfucker that ever try you, beat the fuck out that nigga, this prison nephew, it's a scary place."
"The phone ain't do nothing to you, I'll handle them when I head back a'ight ?." He nods trying to calm himself down, I noticed the small about of people that were now staring at us leaving small comments. "The fuck is you gossiping about?"
"Nothing." A stranger say's clearing his throat, continuing on doing what he was doing.
"How's my mom's Chris?"
Chris laughs, smiling to himself. "High as hell like always, she misses you."
"I know she does, I miss her too, kind of upset that they won't let me visit her you know." Chris nod's understanding. "So you did what I told you? You know, on the phone yesterday?"
"Of course I did, his ass off the grid now. Don't trip nephew."
"My nigga." We laughed in unison through the phone. "So watchu' need?"
He clears his throat. "You know your daughter's birthday is coming up, checking how your doing mentally?"
I laughed lowly. "I'm doing fine, I'm straight one hundred percent." I couldn't tell Chris that my mediation wasn't working, that I was still hearing her voices and small hallucinations. I getting worse and don't know how he will cope with the news.
"You sure nephew?" He asks worriedly, I nod back in return.
"I'm straight."