Todd

Right after I got the news from Dray, I completely gave up on life.

I stayed in the hole because I acted like a fucking maniac every time they tried to let me out. After a few weeks of that shit, I just decided to ride my time out until they transferred me to the longterm prison where I would be serving out my life sentence. I still had a court date coming up, but that shit was just going to be a formality. The plea was already off the table, so I had no choice but to let my shit go to trial with a new court-appointed attorney.

Once I calmed the fuck down, I was set to be released out of solitary. The first day I got out of the hole, I received my mail call, which they hadn’t allowed me to have while I was in segregation. Along with a letter, I also received a commissary receipt. Someone had put cash on my books, and it was a lot of cash. I examined the letter, and I could tell from the handwriting that it was from Shannon.

“Huh.” I let out a little laugh. This bitch had put money on my books as a guilt consolation, I guess. Then I guessed she sent me a letter to try to cop a plea or explain herself. At first I started to rip the shit up, but I decided to open it. Maybe she was writing to tell me she was still going to someone who could help me the fuck out. Maybe she was writing to explain how the fuck Jock knew about the safe in our house. Or maybe the grimy bitch I had pulled up out of the gutter was writing to say thank you for all the sacrifices I had made for her bitch ass. I looked down at the paper, smelling her perfume on it, and read:

Dear Todd,

First let me just say me and Lil Todd are alive and well, no thanks to your sorry ass. I am in no way sorry about any of the things that happened. I have taken the money and our son and moved on. How could you ever risk my life by putting me in this situation? You are and always will be a selfish piece of shit. Oh, you don’t think I know you had been fucking that bitch across town and that she just had twins? You promised me over and over again that you would go legit and that I would never have to worry about you going to jail or seeing other women again. Well, you lied, and now I’m moving on with Jock. He was waiting for me so he could give me the dick he has been giving me for the last two years while you chased bitches around Virginia. Me and Jock are together raising your son. Your son who calls Jock Daddy. Well, as payback for the little bit of shit you did do for me, like taking me from my fucked-up mother, I left you some money on your books. Yeah, it’s about $300, which is what I think you are worth, you lying sack of shit. By the way, Jock took all of the money out of the safe before he told the police where it was. He set you up good. Your best friend, a real man, with a real good dick. I hope your life in prison is as miserable as you made mine. You made me have low self-esteem. Good thing I have Jock to tell me how beautiful I really am. Have a nice life serving your life sentence.
Your wife,
Shannon

“Arrghh!” I screamed, causing other niggas on the tier to look up at my cell. I ripped that fucking letter into a million little pieces. How dare that bitch, after all I had done for her hoodrat ass! And that motherfucker Jock. We had known each other for years, since we were little niggas trying to survive. I had something for both of their asses. I still had people out there.

“They won’t get away with this shit!” I gritted, throwing myself back on my bunk and covering my eyes with my arm. For the first time since I was a child, I let tears roll out of my eyes. It turns out I had been the victim of the ultimate fucking heist.

I had been robbed of my money, my wife, my son, my pride, and my entire life.