I almost choked when I saw in bold letters “SHAYNA JACKSON, KEY PROSECUTOR WITNESS.” That bitch set Alijah up. I had to read it over and over. I couldn’t go no further; I was hurting for Alijah.
I put the paperwork down and turned on the tape recorder, scared for whatever I was about to hear. It was Alijah’s voice on tape crying, talking about Darryl’s death, their childhood, their first drug transaction, and all the niggas that they killed together. I was confused at how the bitch managed to get Alijah slipping like that, without him knowing.
I felt hatred for that bitch. No wonder she went MIA after he got picked up. How was I going to tell him it was his precious wife that was snitching?
My eyes were burning. I was beat—more like shocked and worn out, both mentally and physically.
* * *
Alijah’s court day was scheduled for December 23rd. I still had my fingers crossed. I wouldn’t be partying until Judge Shakes brought his gavel down and dismissed the case. I went to visit Alijah, but I kept quiet about everything, which was hard, but I had to play it safe. I would wait until he came home to tell him the news. I let Saleem in on everything. He was like a father figure to my man, so to me, he was good people.
Alijah Jackson
Every day was the same routine. My lawyer came to visit. He didn’t come at me like he did last time. He told me that Dre was claiming everything. I wished I could get word to my nigga not to do that. I already made up my mind to handle it like a soldier. I knew it was probably over for me. I wasn’t the type to give up, but what the fuck could I do but try my hardest to fight the charges. I was waiting for the motion of discovery so I could see what they had on me.
I also thought about letting Sierra loose for real. I felt like a burden to her. The last time I saw her, she didn’t look like her usual cheery self. She looked like she’d lost weight, and her eyes had bags under them like she had been on the block pulling all-nighters. It was going to be the hardest thing for me to do, but it would be best for her.
I didn’t call my mom because I definitely didn’t want her to see me like that. It would’ve broken her heart. I was going to seclude myself from everyone. I just didn’t want to hurt them no more.
* * *
“Jackson, attorney visit,” the CO yelled over the intercom.
See, in jail when a nigga hear “attorney visit,” it’s like a kid getting ready to see Santa Claus. I brushed my grill real fast. I had my hair in a ponytail, and I was ready to go. I pressed the intercom button.
“Yo, I’m ready. Bring yo’ ass.”
“You really need to watch yo’ mouth,” he said.
“You need to stop acting like a faggot.”
The whole pod burst out in laughter.
“You won’t be watching anything when I put your ass in the hole for incident to a staff.”
I really didn’t want no beef with the COs because I needed the phone, and being on lockdown, you get no privileges.
He placed me in the visitation room, and my lawyer walked in smiling his ass off.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“Damn, bro, give me a break. I believe something good is about to happen. Your court date is moved up to the 23rd at 2:00 p.m. I heard from my source that they’re dropping the charges.”
“Get the fuck outta here.”
“No, I wouldn’t make this trip if it wasn’t worth it. I called the DA that’s handling your case, but he was out for the day. I left a message with his secretary for him to give me a call.”
“What ’bout my niggas?”
“Their lawyers were the ones that contacted me and gave me the heads-up.”
I sat there shaking my head. It was too good to be true, but seeing was believing.
After he left, I got back to the pod and rushed on the phone. When I told Sierra, she was so excited, even though I told her not to be because it might just be rumors. She kept telling me to claim it, and it would happen.
I totally forgot about me telling her to leave me alone. It felt good to have shorty riding with me. I never experienced true ghetto love until I met her.
* * *
I was up bright and early. Even though my court was later on, the COs still be transporting you bright and early. Before I left, I got on my knees and talked to God. I let him know I did some terrible things in my life, but if he watched over me this one time, I would change my ways. I was not sure he heard a word that I said, but that day, I walked into that courtroom with confidence.
When my name was called, I walked into the room. Off top, I peeped Sierra standing beside Saleem. She blew me a kiss, and he nodded at me. I took a quick glance around the room. Still no sign of Shayna. I had no understanding about what the fuck was going on with that bitch. But if everything went as planned, I would be paying her ass a visit.
I stood there with my lawyer, and the same faggot-ass nigga stood up for the State.
“Your Honor, the State moves forward to dismiss the case against the defendant Alijah Jackson due to insufficient evidence.”
“Mr. Kazowaski, are you absolutely sure? If you need more time to gather evidence, I will give you an extension, because the truth of the matter is, these are some serious charges,” Judge Shakes said in a serious tone.
“The State understands, Your Honor, but it would be unfair to the defendant to prolong this case without sufficient evidence.”
“Okay, Mr. Johnson, do you agree with the State?”
“Yes, Your Honor, my client’s been through a lot physically and mentally. He’s prepared to return to society and his family ASAP.”
“Well, Mr. Jackson, it seems to me like you’ve lucked up, but I have no doubt you’re indeed guilty of these charges brought against you. However, in the court of law, my personal opinion doesn’t count. You’re innocent until proven guilty, and since the State of Virginia fails to prove your guilt, I hereby order all charges against you be dropped. You are free to go.”
When that nigga uttered those words “free to go,” I just looked at my lawyer and smiled. I felt like Martin Luther King. Free at last.
I had to return to jail so I could get processed out. I was ready to go. I was going to drink, smoke, and fuck. I gave my bunky my info so he could holla at me. I was definitely going to look out for him. He was a real cool cat.
It felt good to be back in my own clothes. My baby girl was waiting at the door as soon as I stepped out into the cold December night. She jumped on me so hard I almost lost my balance.
“Ma, take it easy. I’m here,” I said, picking her up.
Saleem was waiting in the truck. He gave me a hug when I walked up. “Welcome back, brotha.”
“It’s good to be back, bruh.”
“Let’s go home, boo,” Sierra said.
Saleem dropped us off at home. I jumped right into the shower. I needed to wash that jail smell off of me. I put on some boxers. I shouldn’t have even bothered to put them on because Sierra pulled them right off and gave me some of her bomb-ass head. I missed all that, but I was eager to get up in that wet, tight pussy. I beat that pussy up something terrible, and after I was finished, I held her in my arms. She felt kind of tense; I knew something was up.
“What’s up wit’ you, yo?”
“Alijah, I got something to tell you, but I don’t know how to come out and tell you.”
The first thought that ran through my mind was that she fucked another nigga. I wasn’t going to front. I would be mad as hell, but I wouldn’t leave her. She had proved her loyalty, so I needed her on my team.
“What is it, ma. Spit it out.”
Nothing could’ve prepared me for what came out of her mouth.
Sierra Rogers
I was on time to the courthouse. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. Saleem drove his truck down there. He was a handsome, laid-back Muslim dude, and it was a pleasure to be in his presence. We sat at the back of the courtroom.
I spoke to his lawyer, who gave me the good news. All al
ong I played stupid, like I was unaware of what was about to go down. I listened attentively as the DA asked the judge to drop the charges due to lack of evidence. The judge wasn’t too pleased.
Alijah smiled at me as they led him out. He had to go back to jail so he could get processed. I was so happy I hugged Saleem, which took him by surprise because he gave me a confused look.
“My man is lucky to have you in his life.”
“Woman, he owes you his life.”
I didn’t respond. I was happy. On some real shit, we owed Charley. Without him, none of it would’ve been possible.
It would take a few hours before they would let Alijah out, so I headed to the shop to share the good news with my ace. I really kept everything that I did from Mo’. She was my bitch, but this was something that I didn’t want too many people to know about. I planned to take it to my grave.
“Hey, chica.”
“Hey, boo, how did it go in court?”
“Bitch, they let him go. My man is free at last.”
“Stop lying, bitch! What happened? Did they let his boys out too?”
“They’ll be out tomorrow. They had different court dates, but they don’t have any evidence.”
“That’s what’s up. Alijah better appreciate and chill out ’cause them niggas going to be mad as hell.”
“I know, girl, I’m just so happy right now. I don’t know how to fucking act.”
I kicked it for a little while longer until Saleem picked me up and we headed to the Richmond City Jail to pick Alijah up. I saw him as he walked toward the door. I was so excited; I jumped all over him. I was elated to finally have my baby back home with me.
By the time we got home, I was ready to fuck. While he went to the shower, I stripped down to my birthday suit and lay in bed with my legs spread wide open, so he could get a good look at what he had been missing. I didn’t waste no time. I got on all fours and straight deep throated every inch of his dick. I guess he was starved for some of my good pussy because he snatched me up and turned me around, so he could fuck me doggie style. He fucked me like he was locked up for a lifetime.
* * *
I was really happy to have Alijah back home, but I was also nervous about how I was going to approach him with all the evidence that I had. I kept playing different scenarios in my head over and over, and I kept going back to the same conclusion. There was no easy way to say it; the bitch was a snitch, and I’d have to give it to him raw.
I guess that he sensed that something was wrong with me because he started to inquire if I was okay. I knew that it was time to lay it all on the table. No matter how it turned out, he had to know.
“Boo, listen, there’s no easy way to say this, but I found out who set you up.”
“What you found out? So who tha fuck is it, and why you ain’t been said sump’n?”
“Listen, don’t fucking get on me. I only found out a few days ago, and I was waiting to tell you when you came home, so don’t fucking get no attitude with me,” I warned.
“A’ight, yo, spit that shit out now!”
“It’s your wife, Shayna. She set you and your boys up.”
“Sierra, you trippin’, ma. I know you ’on’t like her and e’erything, but that’s some vicious shit to say ’bout shorty.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. There I was telling this nigga that his fucking wife set him up, and he was accusing me of not liking the bitch. I felt fucking hurt, but I didn’t display no emotion. Instead, I got up and opened my dresser drawer. I pulled out the envelope with all the evidence and handed it to him.
“Before you go off accusing me of being vindictive, here look for yourself. It’s all there in black and white.”
I got up to walk out of the room so he can have some privacy. No need for me to sit around and watch his feelings get crushed. Then I heard the doorbell ring. I knew I wasn’t expecting anyone, but it might be someone Alijah was expecting, so I walked to the door and opened it.
“What the fuck are you doing here, and how the fuck you got my fucking address, bitch?”
“Surprise! I told you we’d meet again.”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
“Alijahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed before everything turned black.
I could hear Alijah yelling, police talking, and me carried off in the ambulance. I tried to talk, touch him, and let him know I loved him, but my words were not coming out. Before I knew it, I was out cold, dreaming of a calm place where there was no pain. I looked around and saw all the familiar faces of my homies that went on to heaven. They were hugging me and welcoming me. I must admit it felt so good, but Alijah was not there, and I needed my man beside me.
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