resentment, and anger. It was that pain that made Prince Jayden McGee a menace to society.
Prince sat in the back seat of the police cruiser with his head hung low and his heart beating fast. Heâd been placed in a cop car before. The police always harassed him for petty things but nothing that would result in him being taken downtown, processed, and held behind bars. After a call to his mother, Prince was always released to her custody and sent on his merry way. Prince knew that this time was different and he would soon be checking into juvenile detention center for an extended stay. He could feel his heart pounding in his head as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. I really fucked up this time. I knew I should have listened to that voice in my head instead of going along with Raequan. They didnât even need the money so mugging that lady was stupid, especially after stealing that car and selling it to that chop shop. Fuck!
The ride down to Scott Street seemed to happen in a heartbeat, much too fast for Prince. Taking a deep breath, Prince braced himself to face the unknown like a man. He had no idea what to expect, but he figured being raised in the Victories Housing Projects had groomed him for what awaited him behind those brick walls. Prince also took heed of the fact that he would not be alone. Shit, Iâm tripping. Raequan will be here with me, so I ainât got nothing to worry about, Prince said to himself. I know my boy got my back.
Chapter 10
An Honest Dayâs Work
Shy was at work, watching the thin second hand on the clock slowly tick by. She had another fifteen minutes to go before quitting time. It had been a long day of dealing with the public and their nasty attitudes. Shy hated being assigned to the outpatient clinic, where people were free to verbally abuse her for no reason. For the life of her, Shy could never figure out why people would be downright evil to a person who was trying to help them. The last four patients sheâd drawn blood from had gotten smart with her. One elderly man even cussed her out like sheâd stolen something from him. She was grateful that her rotating schedule only placed her in the clinic twice a month.
In order to avoid drawing blood from one more asshole, Shy was hiding out in one of the stalls in the ladiesâ room. Her feet, back, and head were aching. She just wanted to go home and relax.
Shy was the type of woman who never left the house with one strand of hair out of place. Never one for much makeup, Shy made sure her lips were always glossed, her eyebrows were always perfectly waxed, and her eyes were lined with a brown liner to enhance her beautiful light brown eyes. Thanks in part to possessing natural beauty and aging well, the thirty-eight-year-old queen always caught the eyes of men.
To help pass time, Shy reached inside her pocket to turn on her cell phone and check her messages. As soon as she received power the cell phone began ringing.
âHello.â
âMom, itâs Jayden.â
âI know ya voice, boy. Why arenât you at practice or lifting weights or wherever it is you should be?â
âMom, you need to get home as soon as possible,â Jayden huffed.
Shy dropped her head in despair and felt what little energy she had left seep from her body.
âPlease donât tell me itâs Prince,â said Shy, sighing. âIt is Prince, isnât it? What has your brother done this time?â
âMom, just come home please. I donât know how to get him out of this one.â Jayden hung up the phone before his mother could demand to know what was going on. He knew she would be upset and Jayden couldnât have her driving and crying at the same time. Jayden took a deep breath and sat down on the couch to gather his thoughts. His heart broke into pieces each time he had to call his mother with bad news about his reckless and, at times, even selfish brother.
âI canât believe
Prince sat in the back seat of the police cruiser with his head hung low and his heart beating fast. Heâd been placed in a cop car before. The police always harassed him for petty things but nothing that would result in him being taken downtown, processed, and held behind bars. After a call to his mother, Prince was always released to her custody and sent on his merry way. Prince knew that this time was different and he would soon be checking into juvenile detention center for an extended stay. He could feel his heart pounding in his head as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. I really fucked up this time. I knew I should have listened to that voice in my head instead of going along with Raequan. They didnât even need the money so mugging that lady was stupid, especially after stealing that car and selling it to that chop shop. Fuck!
The ride down to Scott Street seemed to happen in a heartbeat, much too fast for Prince. Taking a deep breath, Prince braced himself to face the unknown like a man. He had no idea what to expect, but he figured being raised in the Victories Housing Projects had groomed him for what awaited him behind those brick walls. Prince also took heed of the fact that he would not be alone. Shit, Iâm tripping. Raequan will be here with me, so I ainât got nothing to worry about, Prince said to himself. I know my boy got my back.
Chapter 10
An Honest Dayâs Work
Shy was at work, watching the thin second hand on the clock slowly tick by. She had another fifteen minutes to go before quitting time. It had been a long day of dealing with the public and their nasty attitudes. Shy hated being assigned to the outpatient clinic, where people were free to verbally abuse her for no reason. For the life of her, Shy could never figure out why people would be downright evil to a person who was trying to help them. The last four patients sheâd drawn blood from had gotten smart with her. One elderly man even cussed her out like sheâd stolen something from him. She was grateful that her rotating schedule only placed her in the clinic twice a month.
In order to avoid drawing blood from one more asshole, Shy was hiding out in one of the stalls in the ladiesâ room. Her feet, back, and head were aching. She just wanted to go home and relax.
Shy was the type of woman who never left the house with one strand of hair out of place. Never one for much makeup, Shy made sure her lips were always glossed, her eyebrows were always perfectly waxed, and her eyes were lined with a brown liner to enhance her beautiful light brown eyes. Thanks in part to possessing natural beauty and aging well, the thirty-eight-year-old queen always caught the eyes of men.
To help pass time, Shy reached inside her pocket to turn on her cell phone and check her messages. As soon as she received power the cell phone began ringing.
âHello.â
âMom, itâs Jayden.â
âI know ya voice, boy. Why arenât you at practice or lifting weights or wherever it is you should be?â
âMom, you need to get home as soon as possible,â Jayden huffed.
Shy dropped her head in despair and felt what little energy she had left seep from her body.
âPlease donât tell me itâs Prince,â said Shy, sighing. âIt is Prince, isnât it? What has your brother done this time?â
âMom, just come home please. I donât know how to get him out of this one.â Jayden hung up the phone before his mother could demand to know what was going on. He knew she would be upset and Jayden couldnât have her driving and crying at the same time. Jayden took a deep breath and sat down on the couch to gather his thoughts. His heart broke into pieces each time he had to call his mother with bad news about his reckless and, at times, even selfish brother.
âI canât believe
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