TYCE 3 (13 page)

“You have to dial nine first.” An ashy crack head schooled me.

“Oh thanks.”

“Yep, watch what you say to, they record them shits.” She pointed a dirty finger at me.

“Good lookin’ out ma.”

“Yep.” She shuffled off to the other side of the room.

 
 
 
 
 
Once I dialed nine a recording came over the line prompting me to state my name slowly. I did as the recorded woman said and then she asked me to dial the number I was trying to reach. I dialed

Tyce’s number again as fast as my fingers could and waited for him to pick up. I didn’t have to wait long because he picked up on the first ring. I listened as the lady in the phone told him who I was and where I was calling from. She also asked him to press the pound key if he wanted to accept the call. I immediately heard a beep noise followed by his warm voice.

“Babe, are you ok? What the hell happened!?”

“I’m fine baby. I’m ok.”

“Why are you in jail?”

“The police pulled me over and found 15 kilos of cocaine tucked under my back bumper!”

Tyce paused for a second, “What the fuck!”

“That’s what I said.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Tyce repeated the cuss word. “Don’t worry ‘bout nuthin’ babe. I’ma come down there now and get you alright.”

“I don’t even know what my bail is yet and everybody in here sayin’ I won’t find out for another 24 hours! These fuckin’ people move so fuckin’ slow. The worse thing is it’s Friday, so I won’t see a judge to set my bail until Monday at the earliest! I don’t wanna stay here all weekend. My legs, my back, and my stomach all hurt really bad.” I fought back tears, not wanting to show any signs of weakness.

I could hear in his voice how bad Tyce wanted to come down and rescue me from this hell hole.

“I know babe. Jus’ stay strong and I’ll work on things on this end. Don’t worry…I gotchu ok?”

“How’s Khari doin’?” I shifted my weight.

 
I really had to choke the shit out of my tear ducts when I asked that question.

“She’s doin’ jus’ fine. She’s sleepin’ on the couch.”

“Can you give her a kiss for me please?”

“Yeah I will, but you soundin’ like you aint ‘bout to be out soon. I told you I’m on the muthafucka. I’ma get you outta there.”

“I know I’m jus’……”

“I love you Angelique. Jus’ hang tight and I’ll get you out!”

“Ok, I love you.” I sighed into the dirty phone.

“I love you too. Be careful.”

“Ok I will.”

 
 
 
 
 
The phone conversation was too brief for me. I wanted to talk to him all night, so he could comfort me in my time of need. I did feel a little better knowing that he was working on getting me out. I tried not to be impatient as I imagined what time it was and how long it would take him to get me out.

 
 
 
 
 
One thing I knew was that I didn’t belong there. Somebody was behind all of this and when I found out who it was, I planned on killing them nice and slow.

 
 
 
 
 
My freedom day dream was interrupted when a woman pulled down her pants showing her bushy pussy and shouted to the guard through the small hole in the door.

“I’m not a fuckin’ animal. We need some tampons up in this muthafucka!” A trickle of blood ran down the inside of her leg.

Blindsided

 
 
 
 
 
How do you comfort your woman when she’s locked in jail? I could hear in her voice she was scared and Angelique was like me, she never got scared. But being in that destitute situation was enough to rattle anyone’s cage. That shit caught me completely off guard. My lady was in the county motel with a drug case pending.

 
 
 
 
 
My job was to get her out of there as soon as possible. The next order of business was to find out who the fuck put her in there in the first place. Whoever it was had just made the biggest mistake of their life. Nobody puts my woman behind bars. Not even the holice!

 
 
 
 
 
Fuck finding a bail bondsman, I was going to pay the entire amount in cash. I don’t care how much it was. Angelique had one thing right though. I called down to the Lynwood facility to find out what the bail amount was and the foul ass deputy informed me there was no bail and then he hung up in my face.

I had to admit that I felt kind of helpless just sitting around while my baby was suffering. Hopefully the bail would be set soon and I could snatch her out of there. At the worst, I could get her released after the court appearance on Monday.

Revenge

“Can I get extra whip cream on that frappuccino please?”

“Yes maam.” The young lady answered.

 
 
 
 
 
I was at a local Starbucks on a warm afternoon enjoying the sweet taste of victory. Just yesterday about this time I watched as Angelique’s perfect little world came crashing down around her. I laughed at the look on her face as the cop told her why she got pulled over. She looked like the life had been yanked out of her.

 
 
 
 
 
There was no way I was going to miss it. I wanted a court side seat to her destruction. From the time she left the house she had no clue I was following her the whole time. Moments after she departed on her errand, I made the call to the police department and tipped them off. I was happy to do it! I was ecstatic to do it! After all, I wasn’t about to waste
my
money. I spent a pretty penny on those drugs. Not to mention the time I spent on my back stuffing that shit on the inside of her bumper.

 
 
 
 
 
It was all worth it to see Angelique in handcuffs scuffling with the police on the dirty sidewalk. Now as I walked out of Starbucks I had a new pep in my step, because this was only the beginning of my plan. I knew Angelique was thinking she was going to make bail and get out,
but
…she was dead wrong.

 
 
 
 
 
I decided to delay claiming my prize. I needed to prepare my body to receive my man. So my next stop was the beauty shop to get my hair done followed by a pedicure and a fresh coochie wax. Dallas is back baby!

Prisoner

 
 
 
 
 
After talking with Tyce I had to wait an additional 17 hours to finally get my housing assignment! The deputy called 10 of us out of the holding tank and ordered us into an open underground garage area. I looked around the drab vicinity and didn’t see any attempts at personal privacy.

“Ok, ladies take off your clothes including your under garments. Put everything inside the plastic bag and remain standing!”

Did she really expect us to strip naked in front of her and everybody else? This butch looking bitch just stood there smiling!

“Let’s go ladies! I don’t have all day!”

The women around me had similar looks of disgust and embarrassment. Another guard stood in the corner with a clip board ready to write down the color of each of our clothes. Reluctantly we all started to undress one at a time and the dyke deputy enjoyed every demeaning second of it. She paid extra close attention to me as I disrobed. When I removed my panties her eyes moved to my crotch.

“I see you just had a baby.” She nodded her head at my incision scar.

 
 
 
 
 
I just stared at her choosing to remain silent. The other women immediately looked at my face and then all eyes were on my vagina. However no one asked me about it and I didn’t want to discuss that shit either. My personal business was not up for discussion in this raggedy ass place.

“Did you hear me Miss Priss?” The deputy pointed at me.

“Yeah I heard you.” I put my hands on my hips.

“Don’t get an attitude with me. It’s not my fault you’re in here and not at home with your baby. What kind of mother sells dope right after she gives birth?” She smirked.

My skin started to get hot as this bitch put my business in the atmosphere for all to hear.

“What kinda sick ass buzz cut lesbian bitch gets off on lookin’ at nude prisoners!?” I shot darts at her with my eyes.

“You don’t scare me bitch! I like my chicks to have a lil spunk! I have a feeling me and you are gonna get
real
close Miss Priss. Now open your pussy turn around and spread your ass cheeks!”

After that comment I chose to remain silent and decided to fight the battle another day. Plus I was completely exhausted. But sleep would have to wait because after they gave us our blue uniforms, and indentifying wrist bands, the ten of us still had to answer a million and one imposing questions about our health!

 
 
 
 
 
When I finally got to my cell it was Saturday evening! I had been up for 30 hours straight and passed out instantly on my bunk covering up with the world’s thinnest sheet.

I was cold.

I was hungry.

My body was sore.

My spirit was bruised.

Monday

 
 
 
 
 
The guard walked by each cell positioned around the day room hollering “BREAKFAST!” It was seven a.m. as I picked the crust from the corner of my eyes. I never ate breakfast this early, but I was extremely hungry. It was a fact that my growling stomach loudly reminded me of.

 
 
 
 
 
Ten minutes later I stared at my tray trying to keep from throwing up! I pushed my plastic spoon into the stiff oatmeal turning my nose up at it. The only thing edible on the brown tray was the fruit cup and the dry ass bread. So, that’s what I ate. That only pissed my empty gut off as it hungrily asked me for more.