We hung up, and I chilled for the rest of the day in my cell, thinking about Islah and talking to a few niggas that came through.
After the last count, I went straight to sleep, thinking about Islah, seeing her face, touching her soft skin.
I missed her.
I wanted her,
I didn’t give a fuck what she thought about us; I had the last say.
The next morning, I was up before count, praying that Groom didn’t fuck up.
After breakfast, I got called to pack my shit, and I left it all for Monte.
The guard came to get me and laughed.
“You don’t want none of that shit, huh?”
I shook my head. “The only thing I want is these cuffs on me for the last time; let’s go.”
He laughed, cuffed me up, and took me down to processing. About twenty minutes later I was walking out the damn jail to see not my girl waiting for me like I used to, but Bully’s big ass.
I dapped him up and thanked him for scooping a nigga.
“Where to, nigga?”
“Take me to the crib.”
Bully nodded and pulled off.
I fell asleep on the ride and woke up to Bully elbowing me in my side.
“Wake the fuck up, nigga, we here, and damn, this house is nice.”
I laughed, stretched, and we hopped out. Bully gave me the key, and we walked inside; Bully went to check out the placewhile I went to the living room, looking at all my shit that was left there.
My clothes, shoes, car keys, old shit out the closets, and pictures with me and Islah.
I picked one frame up and stared at it. I could still remember the day we took it. I walked over the window, still holding the picture, when Bully called my name.
As I went to sit it down, I saw it.
The ring.
Her ring.
I picked it up and stared at it, ignoring Bully calling me, until he came back into the living room.
“Nigga, you hear me callin’ you? That damn pull in your backyard is callin’ for a part—what is that?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Her ring.” I tried to say it calm, but I heard the attitude in my voice.
Bully stayed silent as I stared into the ring as if it could tell me where the fuck she was at.
“Take me to my car, I need to get back in motion,” I said, setting the ring back down on the window. “I need to get this house ready for my girl.”
Chapter 17
The A