Chapter 16
of me answering at least six collect calls daily. A video chat. Emails. None of which were free, he was merely using the stash he'd left me with for his own means of communication. He also expected a hundred dollars a week for commissary.
Holding my man down was like second nature to me.
I did whatever for Too Low without hesitation.
Everybody in that prison unit knew that he had a real bitch out in the free world.
But sometimes…listening to the way he’d constantly question me, you’d think that I was a finicky, sometimey bitch.
He could never just relax and trust that I had good judgement.
He had to micromanage me. Keep me in line.
For the most part, I really never cared that my man was so strict.
Because although Too Low hustled, he was a low-key nigga.
He’d hit the trap, hit his licks, then bring his ass home.
I could always pop up at the trap, and it was never no weird shit going on.
I didn’t have issues with other women. If he had cheated, then it had never gotten back to me.
We didn’t have those types of problems. He literally preferred hanging with me.
At all times. So, him constantly needing to talk to me from jail wasn’t outside of his norm.
However, until Soya moved in, no one had ever really pointed out how unhealthy our attachments were.
Being without Too Low had been lonely, which was why I’d gladly allowed my cousins to move in.
In between babysitting and chilling with my kinfolk, things didn’t feel so bad.
But Too Low didn’t like it. We’d actually argued, once he realized that I’d moved people into our space.
That’s when I had to tell him how sad I felt with him not being here with me.
Only then did he relent and accept that me having my cousins here wasn’t the worst thing to happen.
Initially, I thought that Too Low just had an issue with Soya. However, after a while, I just had to be honest with myself. Although I was a one-man type of girl, I was far from green. My