Ch. 12
GENESIS
Another month flew by me, and I was trying to figure out why.
Yonnis stepped in that courtroom swearing he was gon’ get me off and out but a nigga was still sitting marinating in this muthafucka.
He was starting to make me feel like I was putting trust into the wrong person.
I was a man of my word, and I needed other niggas to be, too.
I was five months in and still waiting for the COs to yell my name for a release.
“Atkins, you have a visit from your lawyer. Do you accept?” The guard came over the intercom to my room.
“Yeah man,” I shouted.
I sat up on the bed and putting my pen and pad underneath my pillow.
A nigga was in the slammer still cooking up a plan for Twenty-One.
It wasn’t no telling how them boys was doing out there.
Once I gave them their cut from them diamonds, I just knew it wouldn’t last long.
Them boys was just as bad as Adele when it came to bread.
They were niggas who ain’t never had shit, so I already knew what to plan for.
Hearing the keys, I released a deep sigh and stood.
The only person that wanted to see me nowadays was Yonnis.
My mama ain’t made her way to the Springs yet and that shit lowkey had me feeling some kind of way.
I gave that lady everything and she couldn’t give me an hour.
I tried shaking that shit off, but it was on a nigga mental more than anything.
The door to my cell opened and the CO held a pair of cuffs in his hands.
Putting my wrists together, he clamped the metal restraints and pulled me out the cell.
I was guided down long halls until I was in a room where me and Yonnis met often.
One thing I could say was he kept his word on keeping me informed on the moves he made.
He ain’t leave me hanging like the slow nigga the courts appointed.
Entering the room, Yonnis was already seated, so I took the one across from him. I saw why Royce beat the case behind Walt. Yonnis big ass was fuckin’ intimidating as fuck and he smelled of nothing less than money and arrogance. I guess it paid to play ‘round this muthafucka.
“Damn lil’ nigga is you eating?” he asked looking me up and down with dipped brows.
“Hell nah. They don’t got the right shit.”
“Have you checked yo’ books? Use the bread on there,” he suggested.
“Nigga, my mama burn through bread like a fuckin’ road runner. I ain’t got shit on my books.” If it wasn’t coming from my mama, I ain’t have nobody else in my corner. Twenty-One was selfish with money, so I knew them niggas wasn’t coming through for the kid.
“You never know. Look, I got that attempted murder, armed robbery dropped. The security guard gave his statement, and the shooter didn’t match your description.
Right now, I’m handling the armed kidnapping.
I’m waiting on one thing to solidify my suspicions but it’s taking a minute,” he said wearing defeat briefly.
“What’s that?” I inquired.
“Let me handle that young buck. Has anyone come and seen you yet?”
“Nigga don’t nobody give a fuck ‘bout me right now but you. Where we go from here? I’m ready to get the hell up out of here, Yonnis.” I was ready to touch grass and get the fuck away from these birds in here looking for they next butt buddy.
“Just sit tight and wait on me. I got another client but since I was here, I figured I’d check in on you first. Your father been asking for updates. He trying to pull some strings to get you out, too.”
“You hard of hearing or something? When I said don’t call that nigga my father, I meant that.
He ain’t did shit for me but show me how pussy he really is.
What kind of nigga don’t show up for his kid?
Oh, yeah. The ones that’s scared of they bitch.
Aye, don’t mention him to me again,” I stated trying not to let my anger get the best of me.
“If it wasn’t for Senior, I wouldn’t be here, Genesis.
Give the nigga a lil’ grace. Adele hit him, and he hit me immediately.
He spared no expense for you. He wasn’t there for you growing up, but he here now.
At least I think he trying to be. He’s as unpredictable as your crazy ass brother,” he replied.
I didn’t give a fuck what everybody else saw in him or the kind of man they received.
Grace? Yeah, I’d beat my own ass if I ever gave that nigga anything but an ass whooping.
He wasn’t there and now that I’m grown the only thing he needed to be doing was steering clear of me.
Royce was the oldest, so he got Senior before I did but why was my portion of him twenty-three years late.
I ain’t respect none of that shit. Pussy nigga could roll over and die for all I gave a fuck.
Adele didn’t miss a year on telling me how much of a dog Senior was.
Hell, it was times I sneaked and called him just to see if he’d answer, and not once did he even attempt to pick up the phone.
I’d damn sure hit back the number that called every so often to see what was up.
He paid us no mind. My mama told me all about Iris wanting me chopped and screwed so if ignoring us made his bitch happy, keep up the act.
We ain’t need shit from him, me specifically.
“I done said it twice, it won’t be a third. If you said all you had to say, I’m ‘bout to go back to my cell.” I was over the bullshit and these side ass conversations he be having with that nigga. Stop fuckin’ talking ‘bout me to that bitch ass.
“I ain’t gon’ keep you. Check your books for real. I’ll check in when I can.” He stood and walked out.
The CO stepped in ready to grab me. I stood when he said, “Hold on. You got another visitor. It’ll be in the visiting hall though. You accepting it, or no?”
“Might as well. I ain’t got nobody showing love for real anyway. A nigga can only imagine who the fuck it is.” I wanted to believe Adele got her shit together and showed up, but I wasn’t ‘bout to be hopeful with a muthafucka that could be selfish at times, too.
I was escorted to another area of the building I ain’t never been before. The spacious room consisted of plenty round tables that sat with distance between them. There were other inmates already seated waiting on their folk.
“Choose a table and sit quiet. Once your visitor steps in, remain seated, and keep the physical contact brief. Don’t try and get over doing anything out the way or we’ll have to cut it short. Understood?”
“You understood, big dawg,” I said nodding.
I sat patiently waiting on my name to be called.
When it was, my focus shifted to the door where everyone was entering.
Seeing that it was Adele, a nigga heart smiled.
It took her long enough. She had me thinking she really ain’t have the time for me.
Speaking on the phone was cool, but it wasn’t nothing like that in person shit.
The second she was in reach, she stretched her arms for a hug, causing me to look back at the CO that walked me in.
He said brief contact but I ain’t know what the fuck that meant for real.
Hell, this was my first time being locked the fuck up.
All this shit was new to me. The CO nodded, and I quickly stepped up to hug her.
I talked a lot of shit, but this was my mama.
We went through enough to push shit to the side when it mattered.
“Dammit boy. You really stress me the fuck out some damn times. What they doing to you in here? You straight?” she asked looking me over from front to back. It lowkey felt good that she was treating me like a kid. It showed she cared.
“I’m straight, Ma.” I made it up in my mind to not mention money. That wasn’t shit but an argument waiting to happen. I ain’t need that right now.
Real talk, I missed my mama. Not seeing her face on a daily basis only made me realize how much of a staple she was in my life. She was still my rock whether we fussed and fought like cats and dogs at times. She was the person I depended on.
“Somebody bothering you in here? I know how it can be for young guys and old heads,” she said looking around the room.
“This ain’t a movie, Ma. That shit happens but its uncommon. Focus on the shit at hand. Like, answering why the hell you hit Senior up?” My entire mood switched and that smile I once carried was no longer visible.
There were minimal games I played, and that nigga wasn’t on the list at all. I indeed missed this woman, but she was moving reckless. Going to a nigga who ain’t did shit for us like we were that desperate still had me hot.
“I didn’t have the money to get you an attorney, Black. I did what I had to, to try and get you out of here. What else did you want me to do?” she snapped. She had the nerve to carry an attitude like I was the one shitting on her.
“What you do with the bread Twenty-One brought to the crib? When a nigga called you three fuckin’ days had passed. You spent over fifty gees in a course of seventy-two hours like it wasn’t shit. Explain to me how the fuck you do that?”
I was trying my hardest not to get loud and lose control.
Being in here lowkey brought a calmness, but she was pushing me back to my ways.
I was seconds away from showing my ass in this muthafucka.
She knew it, too. She shifted in her seat scanning the room once more as if she was looking for someone to call on for help.
“Well, I had to pay the bills for one,” she lied.
“I pay the bills in that muthafucka so lie again.”
“And where are you right now? You ain’t paid a bill in five months. I had to do something,” she lied once more. At this point they were flying out her mouth like second nature.
“I paid them bills before I left because I knew the fuckin’ risk. My last ten bands were spent on the house and secondhand shit. Don’t play with me, Adele. You waking up a nigga that’s been sleep for months,” I warned her.