3. - – Amari
CHAPTER THREE
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AMARI
Present Day
After eight long years in prison, I’m finally out.
I have to report to a probation officer, but that's not a problem.
My probation officer (PO) will help me get a job and get back on my feet.
The job piece is vital because I need to start making money again, but most times, jobs don't want to hire felons. Hopefully, the PO has an in somewhere.
Over the years of being locked up, the only person that kept invading my mind is Ms. Knight.
While I was on the inside, I had access to the law library and a computer to gain more information on my case and other cases that had happened.
I came across some of the cases that Kabrina Knight had in the past, and it appears that I was her first major case.
Too bad we settled on a plea agreement, so she couldn’t get her first big win.
All of the information I found on her had me so intrigued that I knew I wanted to track her once I got released.
That might sound creepy, but I know she works for Knight and Company.
It appears that her parents are some big-time attorneys and have a successful company.
It doesn’t seem like it will be too hard to get access to her.
“Being a little stalker has never hurt anyone before,” I say to myself with a little laugh.
I truly have no idea what to do first. When I was locked up, I did have a little bit of cash on me, my debit card, and a cellphone that I was provided with once I got released, so I think I'm going to hit the store up first. I find the Uber app on my phone and book a ride to the nearest Dollar Tree.
When I get to the store, I look around and find everything I need.
Note pad, pen, and fake sunflowers. I have everything I need for my beautiful girl.
I will leave her little notes with sunflowers on them to make my presence known.
She's probably forgotten about me now after all these years, but I'm going to make her remember me.
I will scout her out and figure out where she lives, so I can make sure I leave some at her home.
With my record, I probably should be careful and not creep around. But fuck it, I don't really care. She locked me away, even though I probably would have been put away by someone else anyway.
I want her to know what it feels like to have someone watching her everywhere she goes, just like I had to when I was in prison.
There were so many nights when I was afraid of my surroundings and what could have happened to me.
The saying "don't drop the soap" is a real one because the guys in there are brutal.
When I first arrived, rumors went around quickly that I had killed an innocent man, which put a target on my back.
Someone attacked me the first night there, but I knew if I fought back then my time would have been extended, so I let it happen.
I ended up with broken ribs when I went to the medical office to get checked out.
There was another time when I was in the shower, and I was brutally raped by one of the other inmates.
They claimed they were teaching me a lesson not to hurt others.
This went on for the first six months of being locked up, until I got close with one of the inmates who had power within the prison.
Befriending him was the best thing I could have ever done, because it allowed me to survive in prison and not be used and abused anymore.
I am pulled away from the thoughts of being in prison when the man at the counter gives me my total.
“That will be $4.66. Cash or card?”
I decide to pay with cash before making my way to one of the diners down the street from here. Once I sit down in one of the booths in the far corner, I order a coffee and an omelet before writing my first note to Kabrina.