Post by Cross Anthony on Dec 14, 2007 10:17:02 GMT -5
-Two Months Earlier-
The light color blue jeans sagged off his waist, the silver 'Hustle' belt buckle shined in the brightness of the sun. The black t shirt clung to his muscular body, the front tucked in, and a long silver cross necklace hung to the middle of his chest. Tilting his fitted to the side, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked from the nightclub to his 96 Impala on twenty twos. He'd just left the ngihtclub after a long night or drinking and dacning. He never usually went to Austin, Texas but to do some dealing with the local boys. Selling them illegal assualt rifles and things of the sort.
Leaning back in the drivers seat he started the engine and it roared as it came to life. He put the car into gear and stumped on the pedal, peeling out speeding down the street. Reaching over he turned on the stereo system and beat 'Big Things poppin' by T.I. Reaching into the middle console he grabebd a pre-rolled blunt wrap and lit it up. He was used to getting high on his way to anywhere. Inhaling the thick smoke he stumped his foot to the floor and the v8 engine screamed as it accelerated to a hundred miles an hour easy. A few minutes later as he was passing a local high school he could see blue lights in the rear view mirror. 'Fuck' he thought as he hit the blunt once more debating weather he should try to run away or just stop and try to talk his way out of trouble. The next thing he knew he was parked on the side of the street as the police officer was coming up to the drivers side.
-Today-
Cross opened his eyes to see the the bunk above him. He hated when he dreamed about what had went down when he had got busted. Taking the wool blankets from over top of him off he put his feet to the ground as he sat up. Now staring at the white walls of his cell. He had a cell all by himself for now and he liked it that way. None of his things were messed with unless the guards had a shake down and went through everything in the prisoners cells to make sure there wasn't any weapons.
Sitting there silently he rubbed his eyes and shook his head as he thought about what had happened. If only he would have done this, or this. If he hadn't been there at all. It was to late to think of what if's but he did everyday regreting the whole situation that had put him in this mess. Standing to his feet he went over to the sink and turned on the fauset. Brushing his teeth first and then splashing water on his face. Finally after a few more moments he was back in his bunk reading a book. 'The Last Don' By: Mario Puzo.
