Finding Sweetness 2

by Lewis, Rika

  Finding Sweetness 2

  Finding Sweetness

  Published by: Rika Lewis

  All Rights Reserved

  February 2015

  Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of a brief quotation in reviews. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales organizations, or persons, living or deceased is entirely coincidental.

  I would like to take the time throw a shout out to a few a people that emailed me and encouraged me to keep writing no matter what. If I leave someone off please charge it to my head and not to my heart for I am overwhelmed and overjoyed with the responses that I received for this story. Thank you to all of my fans for believing in me.

  Donna Howse, Ms. Praise1, MusingsIRJ, Margie, Natasha, Tech.this,

  Annette Williams, Kim Singh, Vickie Jordan, Angel Minor, Samantha, Brewer,

  Tyera Evans, Victoria Ziglor, Debbie Lewis, Mundomamoral, Loretta Anderson

  Jamie, Musiclady63, Cassandra Brown, Cris Mendoza, Jackie, Moe, Sophia, Cat

  Note* Many of you are scratching your heads right now… Who is Eytin & Aspin you say? Be patient and bear with me. I had to write this story in order for Ann’s and William’s secret to play out. Yaz and Alton are in this story as well and it will all come to a head very soon.

  Peace & Blessings

  Rika

  Tennessee

  Prologue

  Some may think that prison is a building that makes it a horrible institution to be in. Well, it’s not, it’s the fact that of all your rights have been taken away and you’re put into a place where nobody is any better than the other even if they are murderers. All of us are subjected to bullying, verbal abuse and manipulations every day for the entire duration of imprisonment and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. This is why “We” convicts come out with hardened hearts. There is nothing to glorify about being in prison. Eytin Waite sat in his cell looking up at the nasty gray ceiling wishing he was already out and he would have been had his cellie not ratted him out for beating a nigger’s ass…the fucker, but that’s okay though cause he would get what’s coming to him real soon. It had been an adrenaline rush when he’d stabbed that nigger to the ground for trying to fuck him in the shower. Obviously, his black ass thought he was some weak, punk ass white boy willing to bend over and “Take it up the ass,” but how wrong he was… “Eytin had tried to kill the motherfucker with the homemade shank he had made for his protection.” Then he had walked back to his cell and told his cellie to inform the AB what went down because it was his turn to serve the line. The next thing Eytin knew, S.I.S. was pulling him out of the chow hall, escorted him over to the lieutenant’s office and stripped search. They knew exactly what to look for. It was a stupid mistake on Eytin’s part for trusting his cellie.

  Once they found the shank the correctional officer laid out the evidence on the table then said, “Your cellie ratted you out but you already knew that right? So here’s what your choice is, give us info on the Aryan Brotherhood and we’ll overlook this… incident. Eytin cocked his eyebrow, “You gotta be fuck’in kidding me to think I’m that fuck’in stupid. I’m doing a two year stint up in this hell hole, and there ain’t no fuck’in way you motherfuckers are getting me to rollover and snitch, fuck all ya’ll! Besides, what’s the worst ya’ll can do to me that ya’ll ain’t already done, “Take away that nasty ass commissary food… or better yet add an extra twenty days to my time? Eytin laughed then said, “Do your worst bitches! He turned around with his hands behind his back, ready to be cuffed, and taken to S.H.U. or “The Special Housing Unit: aka-The hole, The prison within the prison- The fuck’in bucket.”

  Once Eytin got there, the C/O’s made him strip off his clothes and raise his nut sack up. The guard came around and said, “Spread your ass cheeks and cough.” Eytin never got the coughing part but what the fuck ever. Then they gave him a blue jumpsuit and some socks with holes in the toes, and some nasty ass underwear that he knew damn well other inmates had worn or worse probably some black motherfucker. He couldn’t wait to get out of this hell hole to thoroughly sanitize his skin. They handed him a blanket and some sheets then threw his ass in a cell, which was fine by him. That meant by the time he got out of the hole it would be time for him to get the fuck up out of here! There’s nothing better than having your own cell anyway. He could lay around all day, jack off in peace and not have to worry about having another cocksucker in the room with you, staring at your ass while you take a piss. Once in the hole, Eytin knew he wouldn’t be able to do shit other than lay there on his bunk though, and think about how he got himself into this bullshit in the first place. Now all he would have was a concrete cell and the voices inside his own damn head.

  One Year Later

  Eytin was finally out the hole. He had lost count of the days he had spent confined to that 9 x 7 cell. Once he hit the pound, it was as if he was an instant celebrity. The AB’s had yelled out his name as he walked up the sidewalk with his property. He was two times paler than all his boys and he had lost some weight but he’d gain that back quick. Man, he missed the fuck’in sun. He pumped his fist in the air as the guards shoved him back inside to his new cell. Later that night it was hard trying to get to sleep, he found himself wide-awake, thinking about all the things he planned to do the next morning, all the people he had to get ahold of, the stuff he had to get sorted out, and maybe a debt or two to settle. He only had one more week in this shit hole and he planned to never come the fuck back!

  He wanted his life back and the plans he had didn’t include staying in the AB. He would have to tread lightly when got out though. He needed to call his boy AJ and talk to him about his father to see if he would speak to him about getting out but first he had to get out of this damn rat hole. He had to go in front of the DHO and he would, “Yes sir and no sir his ass off as much as he had to in order to get the fuck up out of here.” The guards opened up the bars to his cell, hand cuffed him and escorted him down to the DHO’s office.

  “Mr. Waite the DHO boomed, you’re very lucky today the disciplinary hearing officer said.

  “Yes sir.” I said while handcuffed to a brown chair across the desk from him. He was a fat bug eyed looking bastard in his forties, about six feet tall with a gap in his teeth. As the fucker sat there looking smugly through his coke bottle glasses probably itching to take what little bit of freedom left Eytin had away from him.

  “This was a very violent altercation that you were in.”

  “Yes sir.” I repeated as I attempted to move my arms into a comfortable position to alleviate the pain coursing through my wrists.

  “You do realize, I’ve seen the footage and from the report here in front of me, I’m sure you’re aware that I know everything about this case.”

  “Yes sir.” I repeated again. Eytin had sat in that room before looking at the same asshole who held the keys to his prison life in the palms of his fat meaty ass hands.

  “It says here that you were protecting yourself from being sexually assaulted in the shower the bastard said as he looked up from his papers to inspect the look on Eytin’s face.

  ‘Yes sir.” I was protecting myself.

  “It also says that Mr. Connors received multiple puncture wounds and was rushed to the hospital where…” He paused to look back down flipping through the paperwork noisily for dramatic affect as he flipped through his stack of papers to find what he was looking for.

  “Mr. Connors was treated for six puncture wounds. The bobble headed son of a bitch grinned as he continued to flip through h
is reports. He let out a conceited snort as he tapped his papers on his desk and looked up at him. “Do you have anything to say for yourself Mr. Waite?”

  “I was just trying to keep myself from being raped, sir.” He said easing back into the chair.

  “I would be too said the DHO if I was viciously attacked in the showers but unfortunately for you, the stand your ground law doesn’t apply in the BOP and I’m finding you guilty of fighting.” The fat fuck said, with a cheeky grin on his face.

  “Of course you are.” Eytin muttered under his breath.”

  “All of your incentives such as your phone, visiting, TV, internet and canteen privileges will be taken for the rest of your stay here in my facility which fortunately for you won’t be that long.” He said with that same cheeky ass grin on his face as if Eytin just won the lottery.

  “Mr. Waite, you have committed serious violations of our rule here in your two year stay here in our institution. You’ve received reports for homemade weapons and disorderly conduct. You had better be damn glad that I’m not making you serve out another year here.

  “Well, in my defense sir.” Eytin said, trying to sit up more in his chair. “It only seems bad from where you’re sitting.”

  The douchebag actually turned beat red as spittle flew out his mouth, “Your ass caused an all out riot between the Aryans and the Blacks you cocky little shit! Your stay here fuck’in done and I better not see your ass in here again because next time I won’t be as fuck’in kind!” Guards get his ass out of my sight!

  With that, Eytin was yanked up out of his chair and thrown back into his cell. Now, everything that fat bastard said was true but some things that happen in prison you have no fuck’in control over. Like trying to keep yourself from being, another man’s bitch or snitch who’s looking to gain something from administration can set you up in an instant. Eytin couldn’t help that he came from a dysfunctional family who just so happened to be a part of the Aryan Brotherhood and that meant that trouble followed him everywhere he went because of who he was. He couldn’t help that the nigger’s fucked with him constantly. He would protect himself at all cost Aryan or not.

  He had met another convict while in the hole, a black man of all people named “Sneaky Pete,” that had kicked him some serious knowledge about race that made him think about his purpose in life. He hadn’t always hated blacks he’d told Sneaky Pete, until he’d started middle school and then all the kids found out that he had family members in the brotherhood. Sneaky Pete had told him he understood but that didn’t mean that you hate all blacks. Sneaky Pete then went on to tell him why some blacks were angry, “Blacks get treated differently than whites,” son when it comes to everything from traffic stops to sentencing.” Then he went on to ask him, “Try to put and himself in the shoes of blacks and Imagine how it would feel and what he would do if white drivers were as likely to be searched by police during a traffic stop as black drivers instead of the other way around. Try imagine if white offenders received, prison sentences longer than black offenders for the same crimes, and what if white men and women went to prison for being wrongly accused of a crime but couldn’t afford an attorney that would fight for their rights. It shouldn’t matter if we are black or white or any other nationality because we all bleed red and all of our bloodlines have been diluted somewhere down the line. Can you imagine that son?” That is the reality in the lives of so many of our black communities that we live in. When Eytin went to sleep that night, he thought about what Sneaky Pete had said to him and scrubbed his hands down his face remembering what actually lead him to being in prison in the first damn place. It wasn’t cause of the blacks that was for sure it… was his own damn people.

  His boys had decided to rob a bank for shits and giggles without telling him about it, which landed his ass in prison. He was still pissed about that. They knew he was trying to finish school and yet the bastards took the choice away from him anyway. It all happened one a late Friday afternoon. He had just gotten out of class and needed a ride to work because his truck was in the shop gett’in fixed.

  “It’ll just take a minute Priest said,” We just need to run into the bank and pull some cash out motherfucker. Don’t get your panties in a wad we’ll get you to work on time.

  “Yeah, yeah fuck you, Eytin said, “I’ll give ya’ll five minutes then I’m walking.” Eytin pointed his middle finger up at Priest as he watched them get out of the car. Eytin opened up his anatomy book to read through some notes he had written out for his final exam. He wanted to be a doctor and even though he came from a fucked up family he still had hopes and dreams to make something of himself once he finished school. Then maybe he would find a sweet woman to settle down with and start a family.

  He had always longed for what was stolen from him by his crack head parents. As he flipped through the pages, he heard five shots ring out and saw Priest and his boys running out of the bank in a hurry. He crammed his book inside of his bag and slid into the driver’s seat. “Big fuck’in mistake on his part because before he knew it his foot hit the gas and they were off! “I can’t believe you robbed a fuck’in bank you stupid sons a bitches Eytin yelled as he bobbed and weaved through the streets of Nashville as if he were driving a race car. Obviously, Priest thought it was funny because his ass was laughing the entire time until suddenly an old lady carrying groceries walked out in front of the car causing Eytin to swerve to keep from hitting her. The car went air born and flipped the fuck over three times before landing right side up. The police swarmed in on their ass like bees yanking their asses out of the car handcuffing them all and tossed there asses in the county jail. Afterwards they were all sentenced to prison for attempted bank robbery. He had fucked up his last year of college all by jumping in the driver’s seat and driving the getaway car from a bank robbery that he knew nothing about.

  Had it not been for his best friends AJ and Lex he would have been in this hellhole even longer. AJ visited had him regularly and made sure money was kept on his commissary because uncle was pissed at him. AJ also kept him up on current events, and even confided in him that he was getting out of the AB sometime soon. He had tried to talk him out of it but who was he to stop him. AJ was in love and wanted a family and in order for him and his woman to have a better life he couldn’t continue being in the AB. AJ never talked about his private life in detail and Eytin was okay with that, hell he had demons of his own to deal with. Eytin hadn’t had a special woman to call his own when he went in, all he had was the AB. He wished AJ the best and told him he’d look him up after he got out. Lex made it through law school and was now his personal attorney for everything. The AB had attorneys in their pockets but he’d had his own and Lex was a damn good attorney thus the reason why he was getting out so sooner rather than later.

  Snapping out of his walk down memory lane, he heard his name being called.

  The guard opened his cell and said, “Get your shit you’re finally leaving today ass hole.”

  Eytin had practically stayed in his cell for the duration of his stay to keep his ass out of trouble. The last week was the happiest of his entire life. He started making a list of what he was going to do, things he was going to eat, and places he was going to go. He almost felt like he’d had a near death experience, and now he had to live a better life and now he would wait on his ride towards his first taste of civilization in year. He could taste his freedom and damn it felt good.

  Chapter one

  Two years seemed to be a long ass time to him. The world had literally changed around him. He got off the bus and went to his old hang out, thank God, it was still in the same spot. The bar was empty as he stepped inside and asked for a beer. The bartender slid him a cold one and he guzzled it down, as bad as he wanted another one, Eytin decided that one was enough for now. He paid for the beer and walked to his grandparents’ house. His grandfather had passed away but his grandmother was still alive. When he walked in, looked around everything was just as it been a year ago. He called out to h
is uncle and grandmother but of course, he didn’t receive a response. “That figured hell they didn’t even come to pick him up.” Damn was he glad to be out. He went upstairs and laid down on his bed and paranoia started setting in. He realized he this was not his home anymore and became paranoid about being picked up by the cops and breaching his parole. He needed to get a job and he needed his own place. He had money tucked away so getting a place of his own wouldn’t be a problem, he’d call Lex later about that.

  He sat on the edge of the bed, turned on the TV, and ordered some Chinese food. He must have ordered like three different kinds and stayed up until dawn. That’s when his uncle walked in pissy drunk and passed the hell out on the couch. “Where in the hell is his grandmother Eytin thought.” Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled off his uncles boots and tossed a blanket over him. The thing about prison was that sleep became like a chore each day. You're never really tired, so you never really want to sleep, it just breaks up the time. He felt like he didn't want to sleep ever again.

  The next few weeks he took care of some loose ends as well as going to the DMV. His license had expired and he needed to get a new one, but because he’d been inside they needed him to get a letter from his parole officer and of course his PO took fuck’in forever to call him back and by the time the bastard did the DMV had closed. He had ended up just wandering around for the rest of the day re-familiarizing himself. Finally, Eytin ended up going back to his grandparents and his uncle was sitting on the porch grinning at him. Eytin was on parole for the next year and he knew it would be downright impossible to find a job with a criminal record. He’d had some money saved up but he still needed to work in the eyes of his PO. He hadn't seen any of his boys yet, and he was almost scared of seeing them now. He couldn't help but to feel like he needed to get away, but the Correctional System made that pretty hard for him to do. Once he got a job he’d and try to pick back up where he left off in school granted that he still had all his credits. It would probably take him about a year or two to get back where he needed to be so he’d lay low until then and then he would get the hell out of the AB life for good. This lifestyle was not working for him anymore and it was past time for him to man up and get his shit together.