Chapter 3 – Gutta Barbie #2
“You're going to this cell,” he said, walking me to a different cell.
I looked around and noticed that it was empty.
Five male police officers and one female officer surrounded me in the cell as if they believed that I was going to try to escape.
What I did was done with the intention to kill Latoya for playing with my niggas life.
They say you should never mix certain things with fire, and my man was one of those things.
I was coming behind him, standing on ten toes, and wouldn't hesitate to send the next motherfucker to meet their maker.
All I could do was look at him and smile.
“Thank you.” I quietly responded.
“No problem. You should also really put something in your stomach. The food isn’t the best, but neither is jail.” He said before closing the cell door and locking it.
He was right, but I wasn’t about to force myself to have an appetite.
The food looked horrible, and from the looks alone, I could tell that the people in the kitchen looked a mess, probably barely washed their asses, let alone their hands, to prepare meals.
I sat on the cold steel bed, missing my man and my family, and it hadn’t even been 24 hours since I was arrested.
I looked around the small cell; the steel toilet and the cement bench were now my new reality. I had decided to trade places with my man, and all I could do now was hope he didn't make me regret my choices.
I knew the risk that I had taken, so I didn't expect Wrizzle to sit around and wait for me. I made sure to have everything set in place for both of us before they caught up with me. I left Wrizzle with the blueprint to turn Dirty D’s into an exotic club.
I was done with the ghetto shit. I had worked my ass off building an Empire with Wrizzle, and all the messy shit was giving my business a bad look.
Now that I was facing some serious time, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen between Wrizzle and me.
The only thing I knew was that I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again if need be.
The one thing that I always learned from my grandmother growing up was to never let a bitch play with my man, and most definitely don’t allow a bitch to get away with violating him.
My heart pounded in my chest as I stood up and faced the judge.
This was the person who had my life in his hands.
Judge Christopher stared down at the paperwork in front of him.
Every couple of seconds, he paused to stare at me before continuing to read.
I knew what I had done and that my chances of walking out of this courtroom today un-cuffed and free to move on with my life were thin, but I still had some hope in my lawyer, Tiffany.
As the judge read my file, I took a quick look at my family, who were sitting behind me.
My love, Wrizzle, was at every single hearing, showing his love and support for me, which was something that I deeply needed.
Since my parents were gone, Wrizzle's Father, Benji and uncle Dark were here in the place of my father. Moments like this were the reason I did what I did for my man. Everyone had come to my bail hearing: Hood Gorgeous, Ken was here from New York with my Auntie, Hood Brat, Lil Rude, Holly, and even Hitman. The only ones that weren’t here were Fly Si and Lil Insane, which really hurt me to the core.
I felt that even though they were in their feelings, they would be able to put all that bullshit between us to the side because that’s what I would have done, but I was wrong.
Not seeing some of the people that I love show up for me was a hard pill to swallow.
As soon as the judge said my full name, it was like the room went silent and time stopped moving.
My entire body felt numb as I listened to the judge deny me a bond.
Knowing that reality had set in and that I would have to fight my case from the inside, away from my man and family, was something that I didn’t want to accept, but I knew that my actions came with grave consequences, which still didn’t stop the reality from setting in.
Before I knew it, my family was causing the biggest commotion, jumping over benches and flipping chairs, trying their hardest to get at the officers, and of course, the officers weren't backing down, which caused the entire hearing to turn into complete chaos.
It took forty-five minutes for them to calm the courtroom down; most of my family were in handcuffs, with Judge Christopher threatening to charge them with assault on peace officers.
He made us all stand before addressing everyone that was involved in the brawl together.
“Never in my years have I witnessed my courtroom turn into a complete zoo right in front of my eyes.
I tried to be nice and courteous by allowing your family to be present during your court appearances despite the charges you are facing, which is very rare for me or any other judge to make that choice.
In return for my courtesy, you come into my courtroom and act like animals with not an ounce of respect for me.
From this day forth, each person in this room is banned from attending any further hearings.
This case will now be addressed privately since there clearly appears to be a lack of control in this family structure.
I will not be putting any further law enforcement officers in harm's way, and this will be my final order moving forward.”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing; it was the last time I was going to be able to see my family at my court cases. My heart was heavy. I was hurt and disappointed, but at the same time, I knew this was a sensitive situation for all parties involved. I took one last look at Wrizzle before I was roughly escorted out of the courtroom. I was led back to a holding cell to wait for transportation back to the jail. I sat down thinking about everything that had just gone down and what led up to me being in this situation. I noticed my lawyer, Tiffany, approaching several minutes later and knew by the look on her face that whatever she wanted to talk about wasn’t anything good.
“You know that wasn’t your fault what went down out there, and neither was it your family's. These kinds of cases are always very sensitive and emotional for everyone involved. Even though I don’t have any good news for you, I want to let you know that what the judge said about allowing your family to be present is very rare.
Things didn’t end well today, but just be thankful that you were given that chance to see your family, because many others before you aren't as blessed. So don’t look at it like defeat; look at it as something that was going to happen eventually, regardless, and know that this is proof that there's still a chance for things to go in your favor, regardless of the circumstances and turns of events that went down today.”
“Thank you,” I said, keeping it short. I had a lot on my mind and wasn’t in the mood to really talk much.
I had no faith that things would work out in my favor at this point; things were getting worse for my family and me, and it was all because of my selfish actions.
I dropped my head in defeat. It was as if everything that my lawyer had said went in one ear and out of the other.
My entire family was hurt by the pain that I caused.
My actions had changed the course of their life, and I was not taking them back.
The damage was done, and the blood was shed.
“Officer, I’m ready to go the fuck back to my cell!” I banged on the bars. Tiffany touched my shoulder with her hand before rubbing my back.
“I’ll be back to visit you next week. I’m going to give you some time,” she finished before disappearing.