7. Camryn ‘Cam’ Lewis
Camryn ‘Cam’ Lewis
“Ican’t believe you’re leaving me tomorrow, Cam. What am I going to do without you?” Chanel, my lady while I had been locked up said to me.
Chanel was emotional as hell, always shedding tears about the smallest things, so I knew that it wouldn’t be longer before she cracked.
Plus, we were up top, in her bunk, laying down with each other, still on a high from the sex that we just finished having.
I ate her pussy better than I’ve ever done because I knew that this was going to be the last time.
Chanel still had about four months left in her sentence, while I was set to get out tomorrow.
Even when she was released, I wouldn’t be able to fuck around with her like that on the outside because I had a bitch back at home that would kill me for fuckin around on her.
I did my years of fuckin around on my girl, and I didn’t have anymore wiggle room to cheat.
“You gotta finish this shit out strong, bae. You can’t let it break you that I’m leaving here tomorrow.
Gotta be strong for your lil man. Don’t you want to get out of here in four months, so that you can get your son, and get back to raising him?
” I asked, turning my head, so that I could look over at her.
Chanel was a pretty girl. Pretty and innocent as hell, so it would make you question why somebody like her had gotten caught up with the law and had to serve jail time.
The thing about jail, all you really had to do was make one stupid, goofy ass mistake, and that shit could cost you your freedom.
In Chanel’s case, it was one of those situations where she folded under peer pressure.
Chanel had friends in her life that were making ends meet by doing credit card fraud.
She was never into that kind of shit because like I said, Chanel was a good girl, so she didn’t participate in things like that.
Desperate times caused for desperate measures because when she got laid off from her job, and she had been applying all around, it was hard for her to land another job.
At the time, Chanel was living with her mom, along with her five-year-old son.
She was desperate for the money, so she had one of her cousins put her on with scamming.
Had Chanel using stolen credit cards to get essential items for her and her son, along with writing fake checks.
She was able to get away with that shit for about six months.
Feds came knocking, and Chanel was arrested.
She wasn’t the only one that got busted though.
A few of her friends went down for it too, but their charges were significantly bigger than Chanel because they were deeper into it than she was.
Them bitches were buying Cuban link chains, designer clothes, cars, just a bunch of bullshit.
When Chanel was scamming, she was using the money for her and her son.
She wasn’t getting as much of a payout as her friends were, which is why her charges weren’t as heavy.
Even though it wasn’t right because technically, she was still using stolen money, at least she wasn’t using the money on bullshit.
Chanel’s mom had to dip into her savings to get her a good lawyer.
Even with the lawyer, she still ended up having to do a year in jail.
At first, she was looking at five years, but luckily, she had a lawyer that fought for her and was able to get her time reduced.
I remember the day she came in here. Her ass used to cry every fuckin night.
She used to annoy the fuck out of me with that shit, and I went to the guards so many times, asking if I could get another cellmate.
They never made those accommodations for me, which was cool because our shit ended up working out in the end, and she became someone that I grew to love while on the inside.
We shared a lot of similar stories, even though the two of us were like night and day.
She knew what it felt like to lose someone close to her.
I lost my brother, and never mentally healed from that.
Chanel lost a best friend that was like a sister to her, and she never mentally healed from that as well. We bonded off that trauma.
What started as a friendship, turned into a situation where I would have her in this bitch each night, bent over, as I ate the lining out of her pussy. The crazy thing is that prior to her coming to jail, she’s never dealt with girls on an intimate level. I was her first.
I turned her ass out, made her fall in love with me, and even though I was a heartless ass bitch, I felt bad knowing that when I left out of here tomorrow, she would more than likely never hear from me again.
The number that I left her with was a number that hadn’t been mine in years, so when she tried to call it, she wouldn’t be able to get through to me.
Yes, a part of me did this shit because I knew that I had a girl on the outside and I didn’t want her to find out about the shit that I was doing with Chanel, but I also did it because Chanel was a good girl, and I didn’t want her to come home, and get wrapped up in my shit.
I lived a dangerous life. By the grace of God, I wasn’t in prison for the lifestyle that I was living before I got locked up.
I was what people would refer to as a ‘stick up kid’.
Since the age of sixteen, I’ve been deeply involved in this lifestyle.
Fingers were stickier than a motha fucka.
It started off small, like running the block with my friends, opening random people’s car doors, taking whatever we could.
We went in, looking for any loose change that was lying around, or if it was worth any kind of value, we would take that shit to the pawn shop, and trade it in for some money.
As I got older, the crime was no longer petty like that.
We went after the big dawgs now. Anybody in Miami that we knew were worth a pretty penny, we went gunning for them, ready to bust in their homes, so that we could take the stashes that we knew they had locked up, the jewelry, anything.
I was hitting plugs, scammers, all that shit, and I had an entire crew that I was doing it with. It was an addiction because technically, you were gambling with your life, but in the end, it was worth it because the payout was always beautiful.
With this lifestyle that I was living, you know that people weren’t going to willingly give up shit that they worked hard for.
Since that was the case, it wasn’t out of the ordinary that I would have to kill during these kinds of licks.
That’s why I said that the lifestyle that I was living was dangerous, and I was thankful that those murders, and licks isn’t what I had to sit down, and do this petty ass time for.
I was sitting in jail for having a gun on me during a traffic stop.
It was a stolen gun that I was riding around with.
As pissed as I was that I had to sit down and do this time, I took this lil time to the chin, just grateful that it was a minor charge and not something big that would have me sitting down for years.
“Your right. I’m just going to miss you, that’s all,” Chanel said to me, and when she said it, her voice cracked a little bit.
“Remember I’m going to leave that burner phone in here with you.
I don’t want to leave out tomorrow with it, and they fuck around and find that shit on me.
I ain’t trying to do shit and jeopardize my chance to go home.
As soon as I’m out of here, you gotta upload those videos.
I gotta let the world know how Riot was in this bitch getting punked.
Everybody thinks that her little ass is so tough, and I’m sure she went home, not telling everybody that I was in here, knocking her ass out, bitching her any chance that I could,” I spat, and you could hear the hate in each word that I spewed out about that bitch.
“Yeah. You told me that a hundred times already, Cam. Trust me, I know to post it. You never really told me the real reason why you hated her so much. Not to take her side or anything, but when she was locked up, she was always to herself. She never really bothered anybody,” Chanel said, and I sucked my teeth, removed the thin ass sheet that had been wrapped over us, and I sat up in the bunk bed.
This small ass bed was uncomfortable as fuck, and I was just glad that tonight would be my last night sleeping in this shit. I was a big girl. 6’3, and I weighed a good 250. Here I was, trying to be romantic and shit by cuddling up in the bunk with her, knowing that this was killing my back.
“Fuck you mean you don’t know the real reason why I hate her so much?
I told you why I don’t fuck with her. Her brother killed my motha fuckin brother.
I told you that shit before,” I snapped on her dumb ass, trying to keep my voice down because I didn’t want the guards to hear me, and then come over to see what was going on.
“Cam, calm down. You know that I didn’t mean it like that. Yes, you told me that her brother killed your brother, but you never told me anything that Riot ever personally did to you,” she said, and again, I looked at her ass like she was stupid.
“Are you dumb, or just hard of fuckin hearing? Riot was close with her fuckin brother just like I was close with mine. The way we beef in Maimi is if I’m beefing with a person, I’m beefing with anybody that’s attached to that person.
Her brother killing my brother brought on a pain to the family that we never fully recovered from.
Till this day, I can’t bring my brother’s name up without my mama shedding tears.
I had plenty of chances to kill her while she was on the inside, but I couldn’t take a chance, and have that shit point back to me, so that’s why I didn’t do it.
I chose to just beat her ass any chance that I could and make her stay here a living hell.
I got something for that bitch when I get home though.
I ain’t resting until I kill her,” I snapped, and when I said it, I heard Chanel release a sigh.
“How come you never tried to kill her before? Why did you wait until she was locked up to go after her?” she asked, and I didn’t know if she was trying to be shady or what.
“You don’t think I fuckin tried? She used to move weight for Gold at one point, so she was highly protected. Riot not an easy bitch to find on the outside either because she don’t go out much!” I snapped, and she just sat there nodding her head.
“You know she’s in a relationship with Dolo now, right? I only know because one of my little cousins is a corner boy for Dolo, and when we spoke the other day over the phone, he was telling me that,” she voiced, and I sucked my teeth at that.
I already knew. People come in and out of this jail every day, and whenever we got new faces, they would come in and bring in all the tea that was happening on the outside.
I guess Dolo, and Riot went viral on social media because when it happened, that’s what all the women were talking about in rec.
I had people that was on the outside as well that I would call, and I liked to hear from them what was going on in my city, and that’s one of the pieces of information that everyone told me as well.
“I heard about that. That nigga can get dropped too,” I said, meaning that, not giving a fuck who Riot was tied to because I still had plans to put that bitch down the moment I was able to.
“Why do I feel like you’re about to get released, and be on bullshit when you get home?
I haven’t heard you say anything positive in the last ten minutes.
Everything that has come out of your mouth has been so negative.
I’m not trying to take up for Riot, but you don’t even know for sure if her brother killed your brother.
That was just a rumor that went around Miami, with no solid proof.
Even if her brother did do it, what does that have to do with her?
Why does she have to die? You don’t think you did enough to her while she was locked up?
You put poison in her food. That girl almost died.
You would have me, and the other girls go into her cell, hold her down, while you would beat the shit out of her.
Cam, I feel like you did enough,” she spat, and that was my cue to get the fuck out of her bunk before I said some foul shit to her, or I picked my hand up, balled it into a fist, and started using her face as a punching bag.
I picked my shirt up, putting it back on, and I climbed from the top bunk, going down to the bottom.
“Really, Cam? You know I didn’t mean it like that. You know exactly what I was trying to say!” she said to me in a harsh whisper.
“Bitch, I don’t know shit! I confided in you about my motha fuckin brother.
If anybody knows how much I loved him, it was you.
You make a bitch feel like I’m doing too much for wanting to get some get back on my brother’s behalf.
You defending a bitch that didn’t utter two words to you when she was locked up.
You don’t know shit about Riot. That bitch will kill the same way that I would.
If she had answers, and she knew who was responsible for killing her brother, best believe that she would have went after who did it, and anyone else that was attached.
Her brother’s death still remains a mystery.
Don’t tell me that you feel like I did enough.
She still breathing, so I didn’t do more than enough! ” my whisper was just as harsh as hers.
I didn’t say shit else to her after that. I got down in my bunk, laid on my back, and I placed my arms behind my head.
I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight.
I was too excited to get home, so sleep was the last thing on my mind.
All I could think about was the money that was out there for me.
The licks that I was going to hit. This bitch that I had to kill.
I sat down for an entire year, did my time, and now it was time to bring my ass home.
I was getting ready to fuck the entire Miami up with my presence.