Chapter 6 – Gutta Barbie #3
I stood in the middle of my cell, doing a glance around, double-checking that I wasn’t leaving anything behind.
Some letters and photos were dear to me.
I even had some artwork drawn, and was happy that the Warden approved for me to leave with everything that I owned.
That was the least she should’ve done for me, being here for seven months and not giving her any issues.
We had developed a mutual respect, but it didn’t change the fact that to me, she was the law.
I grabbed the box that was filled with my canteen that I had left.
There was a young girl who had just turned eighteen two days ago, who was in here after fighting her Sister.
Her family had done her dirty, leaving her stuck in jail with two young daughters at home.
She was alert and had a lot of street smarts.
We had grown a bond, and I made sure to make sure she was good on the inside.
I turned around and was struck so hard that it almost knocked me off my feet.
I stumbled a little and quickly gained control over my balance just when the aggressive bitch tried to rush me.
I thought on my toes, swinging punches so hard that she lowered her head.
Using my arms, I grabbed the bitch around the throat, putting her in a strong headlock as we both went crashing down onto the hard steel floor.
Out of my peripheral I could see my cellmate Cash Doll enter the cell with wide eyes, and she immediately began fighting the lookouts.
It was three against one, causing my blood to begin to boil even more than it already was.
Using my legs, I wrapped them around that bitch body before locking both feet around the metal legs of my cell bunk.
With all my strength, I choked that bitch, ignoring her tapping the floor, begging to surrender.
I took a long look at her and knew exactly who had sent her.
The more her homegirls jumped my celly, the tighter my grip got.
Tears filled her eyes as she begged for mercy.
“Tell them to stand the fuck down!” I demanded.
She desperately began tapping her hands on the cement floor again.
I could tell her energy was getting weak, but the harder they went, the more she declined.
“Let that CO bitch that sent you know that she was better off trying to come for me herself,” I whispered into her ear just as she began to lose consciousness.
The correctional officers on shift ran into my cell and snatched her from between my arms as they quickly tried to locate her pulse.
After being unsuccessful, I watched with a smirk on my face as the officers worked to resuscitate her while calling for backup.
“Lie on the ground, stomach down, and your hands behind your back now!” One of the COs instructed. I mean mugged the other chicks, giving them the death stare. Cash Doll gave me a weak smile, letting me know she was good.
I spit on the wall next to the officer, refusing to do as I was instructed, while still wearing a smile on my face as they desperately tried to assist the chick, but their attempts were pointless; the bitch continued lying there lifeless.
“You know you fucked up now! So you can continue playing big dog if you want to,” the officer said before addressing her co-workers.
“Lay her ass down; I don’t have time for these gangstas and their games”.
A familiar voice said from behind. I didn’t have to see her face to know who she was.
I remembered that hating ass voice from anywhere.
“One call to my lawyer and I’m outta here,” I spoke with confidence. We looked at each other face to face, neither willing to back down.
I was on the ground face-first, which made her feel like she had the advantage, but little did she know, as long as I was breathing, we would have the opportunity again on the other side of these walls.
She would never be bigger than me. I was the queen, and the goat outside of this shit.
She was just a lap dog, taking orders to give orders.
She was intentionally fucking up people's lives in exchange for approval.
Niggas hate her but respect me in the streets; she could never be as real as me.
“I saw everything that happened. It was self-defense. The deceased initiated the attack, and this inmate defended herself, and may I add, she did one hell of a job.” The correctional officer slid in a wink and smiled at me, causing me to feel a little relief of pressure, but what was done was done, and this shit was gonna go one way or the other.
“And what about the others?” one asked.
“The three little hyenas over there were the lookouts and attacked the cellmate as soon as she walked in. I told you that I saw everything that went down; they are in the clear." She spoke with confidence and authority.
I was surprised to see CO Wiggins coming to my defense for a second time. I wasn’t sure what her motive was, but I respected that she was a real one despite her choice of profession.
I closed my eyes tightly, saying a silent prayer before silently thanking CO Wiggins.
These bitches tried to pack me out and set me up so that I could lose my chances of being home free.
Even though this time I had someone who stepped up and had my back, I knew that it was other bitches who carried the same secret motives to get me to trick myself out of my spot.
I was blessed today, but the next time I may not be so lucky.