That was when I had finally saved up to buy the car,
It was as if when I made a small improvement financially, that hand was there to strike me back down hard.
Then there was the time I snapped and got involved in drugs, when everything was finally looking up, until I was betrayed by my trusted brother. The saying " keep your friends close, and your enemies closer couldn't have been more emphatic at the point
I thought hard about who could want me dead and he popped up
"Mike Wiston!!"
I had shouted full of pure rage and frustration I had attracted a nearby officer to the point I got tased
Garnishing my teeth my eyes blood red with anger blood vessels sticking out on my forehead, it finally clicked " who else would want me so dead!?"
Maybe my parents' death had something to do with him
Eyes widening in horror at this stray thought
Yes!
It would have been him because if my parents didn't die he wouldn't get any part of the inheritance all would go to my elder brother
It was a long-standing rule in my family that the firstborn of the next generation of the family gets the whole fortune. Despite the circumstances.
If the first born was absent (in case of death) the following sibling took over regardless of the gender.
To avoid the second clause, he staged their death and at the same time painted it as though it was me that caused their death
Effectively killing two stones with one bird
Fear, anger, and rage coursed through my whole being at the moment followed by sadness and sorrow for my parents which caused me to cry and whimper there and then in the prison clinic with other injured inmates causing roaring laughter that shook the clinic
Finally realizing all this, the reason for my parents' death,
The reason my life was a living hell to this point
The reason I was so down
The reason I never had a significant breakthrough in my life no matter the amount of effort and hard work I put in
The reason I was charged with assault
The reason I was shot, accused of murder, and thrown into prison to rot for the rest of my life
was the careful manipulation and operations of my douche bag of an uncle.
Maybe they were also involved
referring to my grandparents."He didn't even leave me in prison" I chuckled to myself my lips forming a wry smile
Sigh* I softly exhaled my heart rate calming down
A couple of days after which I had drowned in frustration and sorrow. I decided not to succumb to the situation breakout and kill that son of a bitch.
Healed up and got out of the clinic, I jacked up and befriended the black groups in prison to stay safe.
Sometime offering my lunch other times offering to complete their work after I was done with mine
There was this particular group that I spotted one time and kept a close eye on after which i made contact
they were a five man squad and I have seen them move around together
Initially they were cautious and wary around of course we were in prison
But I didn't care and kept making contact and good gestures
Overtime the tension cooled and we started vibing
Occasionally I will intentionally joke about us eventually breaking out, they will mock me and we will laugh it off. But I could see the yearning in their eyes
Most of us here are never getting out of this hell for the rest of our life. Some would have hit the dirt before their prison time elapsed.
I pitched my plan to them, at the beginning they looked at me like a madman and almost ousted me.
Realizing rushing will do no justice but jeopardize my chances I slowed down my advances and slowly watered and instilled the idea in them by little comments and suggestions here and there
Over time their restraint loosed it seems they realized they will die here eventually if they stayed and it was better to take their chances
We began devising a plan step by step meeting the right people making some calls to the outside world.
We decided to keep the circle small and only invite someone in if necessary and only if absolutely necessary
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Creak!
the bed shook slightly from my massive frame as I stood up
Coming up to a broken mirror by the wash basin revealing a ghastly cut across my face I had gotten from a hit and run with police during one of the drug trades with David.
Overall I was average in looks ignoring the cut across my face and nose, I had deep blue eyes with jet black hair and an angular jawline.
Sitting back I mentally went through the plan once again feeling slightly nervous squeezing my already sweaty palm
I moved again in my bed causing the bed to creak under my massive weight.
So the plan was simple, a guard that works at the generators will cut the power and professionally make it look like a blackout for about 7 minutes but only for that 7 minutes
So we had to pass the whole prison hall through the cafeteria the playground and finally the main entrance while avoiding guards that are already on high alert due to the blackout and fellow inmates scruff.
Yeah, seems like an impossible plan
But just that we weren't going through the front but a side hall where close the southern wall of the prison
A guy in the squad contacted his brother on the outside a retired boom expert and specialist
That was how the black community worked, a random guy had a friend who had a friend in the army, gang or a random dangerous community that would come for you if his guy got put out.
Really crazy community!