On a late night, we had this job, the biggest of all we've taken. The extraction and exchange point was at an abandoned shipment unit
It was going well until...the evening wind brought distant sounds
Wee woo! wee woo!
The cop were on!!
We scrambled to escape , that was when the first gunshot sounded..
Bang!
and that was the trigger of a nightmare
Bang!..bang!..bang!..bang!
Gunshots here and there, so had happened was that the other side thought we had snitched and were with cops so with the surging anger and rage a gangster had sprayed his bullets at our side.
Killing some goons in the process we exchanged fires with the buyers and then I felt it....
Click!
The cold barrel of a gun against my back with its safety clearly undone. I had shook fear gripping me my heart beating speeding up
"David" I had whispered because I had stood by David. I always stood by him during trades, it was our little way of commemorating our little brotherhood
I received no response but the muzzle of the gun was pinned further into my back
"Sorry, you messed with who you aren't meant to mess with" a deep gaff voice pronounced behind me
"Wait!....no!...." I exclaimed jittery trying to save myself from death but
'Bang!
my blood ran cold and I slumped lifelessly to the ground my vision gradually turning black blood soaking into the concrete
I tried to at least turn around to at least get a gleam of my killers face but my eye lids betrayed me...and it went dark.
Beep-beep-beep
The familiar sound of the electrocardiogram beeped rhythmically. The familiar white ceiling came into sight coupled with the irritating smell of drugs and antiseptic I roused fully awake and finally registering I was at the hospital, looking around the white room with its equipment arranged systematically and then down unto the hospital bed were I laid with bandages around my chest and abdomen
Hiss~ I drew a sharp breath due to the pain around my chest that finally registered it's existence
"Must be the bullet wound" I thought slightly relived I was still alive despite the ordeal that went down
Chime!
the sound of the ward opening revealing two officers in uniform. The leading officer was visibly old a little hunched and slightly pale, while the younger with black hair laid back and excluded a more youthful energy
"Good morning Mr…Trevor" the older and obviously higher in rank officer began " we found you lying on the crime scene with a gunshot to the back, wanted to get your takes on what took place on the crime scene" he asked in a professional tone.
"Please note what ever you say or do can and will be used against you in the court of law" the younger said obviously eager to prove himself to his superior "you are now a suspect and are now under custody of our police department" he continued.
Inwardly giving him an eye roll
" That enough Jake" the superior began " Mr Trevor.." turning back at me " what took place at the ship yard?, we got a tip on a large drug trade taking place and by the time we got there, a number of gangsters where shot dead and the others have fled"
" You are the only lead we have currently have on the case" he quizzed me
It finally registered they came for me 'what should I do I wondered still a bit groggy from my blackout
Opening my mouth to answer but I slammed it shut it 'i should just keep mute surely they wouldn't keep me in custody after twenty four hours '
'thank goodness I am the last of them and the other must have fled....
"Mr Trevor" the sharp voice of a superior police officer cut through my train of thought like a knife
Sharp and unyielding!
"we are going to need answers" he said sternly his brows furring in the process
But I refused to speak even after a different set of police officers came to interrogate me I kept mute. I failed to register this was a serious case and the department had decided to take it seriously.
And that decision cost me greatly, my loss the case fell in the midst of a power struggle at the department
I was incarcerated and charged for murder of six victims and drug trafficking. When it finally dawned on me, I tried to salvage it but it was too late
I was given a life sentence with hard labour and no payroll available
Thrown into prison,I didn't know how word got out that I had a hand in killing of black dudes because the drug buyer was a black guy and most of the dead victims back at the shipyard were black.
My life was hell!! I was assaulted, stabbed, pushed and beaten up on multiple occasions
I tried reporting to the head guard and the warden but those fat fuck didn't give two fucks about my situation. Clearly they have being bought
But who I didn't know
The only way I could live was in the clinic wards and for that i had to be injured
I broke a hand or a rib or a knee...anything serious at the same time not detrimental and fatal to my health I broke or cut.
And getting a brief peace seems like the god of bad luck decided to give me a break from its marathon.
And on this special occasion I was conversing with a pretty nurse that came to check in on me (had snapped my knee pretty badly)
We had a pretty good convo and she jokingly mentioned my life was riddled with hardship like someone was out to get me or something
I caught that
" someone was out to get me"
My mind opened. It was now crystal clear
From the death of my parents, things were pretty hard for me. From the loss of my job for one stupid reason or the other, to being charged with assault at the upscale job i bagged.