D'Kass Black Present Jail's Bait: Doin Da Time (Book 2)

I took my pop’s car to pick up Joop from da hospital da nex mornin.  Pops an Ms. Regine stayed a long time wit me an Joop at the hospital talkin and laffin with us, tellin all bout how they were in high school together an shyt, but when it got dark outside they left to get ta know each other again an shyt on they lonely.  It was weird dat our parents were ol runnin partnas bac in da day like me an Joop were now, got-damn our families an shyt were real connected.  I guess dats why me an Joop got real tite when we was little kidz an shyt, it wuz in our blood to be close.

I smiled to myself thinkin bout how “close” Joop an me actually got since we was lil youngins tho… I already knew dat Joop wuz da love of my life, an I wuz da nicca he wanna be wit for da rest of his.  It can't get no better than dat to me.  After me an Joop’s parents came back in da room they was actin real funny, so after they lef out we wuz thinkin dat they wanted to go fuck or sumthin.  Not dat me or Joop had a problem wit dat, if they hookd up or not, an if they DID so much da better, we might be able ta be a real family then.  Xcept for da fact dat Joop momz still don’t know bout me an him.

I thought bout dat as I pulled into da parkin lot an got out da car, goin into da lobby an headin for da elevators.  I was tryin to put it all together in my head.  If Joop tol his momz wassup, she might not feel az good bout me an shyt like she used to, and dat would hurt me if Ms. Regine aint like me no mo.  I blew out a deep breaf as I got off on Joop floor an went to his hospital room.  I made up my mind to let da chipz fall an shyt.  I know dat Joop love his momz an shyt, but he aint gonna bounce on me just cause she aint wit it- me an Joop bein together.  I got to his room an opend da door.

He was sittin on da bed, head wrappd up, dressd in his street clothez, waitin for me.  My heart swelld up an shyt when I saw he was iight, I stayd worried cause it WUZ my fault dat he was in dis bitch.

Joop lit up, givin me da kool-aid smile an shyt.  “YO WADDUP NICCA,” I said out loud, throwin my arm round his shoulder.  He grabbd me, kissin me hard on da lips, his soft ass mouf crushin on mine.  We started laffin rite then an shyt, an he grippd me up an pushd me down on da bed, fallin on top of me, our lips still lockd together an shyt.  We wrestld for a minnit, ticklin each other an laffin da way we did when we wuz kids.

“Yo I'm iight yo, da docs checkd my head an said I might have a lil scar an shyt.”  He smiled at me again when I lookd away from him.  “Yo its iight, Mar,” he said, “I aint madd wit u, I had it cumin to me yo.  I fukkd up an cheated on you an shyt.  I deservd for you to put a cap in me an den bounce, after whut I dune to you yo.  How iz you standin ta LOOK at me an shyt, I gotta ask u.”

I grabbd him bac on da bed an held him close, feelin his heart beat rite on top of mine.  “Yo nicca, I belong to u sunn, an you belong to me too yo,” I tol him, tracin one hand on his bandage.  “So I aint got no choice, I gotta look at you- an FYI, I aint madd wit you an my Dad no mo,” I said.

He put his head down on my shoulder an we jus lay there for a minnit, happy dat we forgave each other, then I was like, “Yo we gotta get up, what if a nurse or yo momz cum in hurr..?”

He thought bout it den jumpd up witout speakin, den we got his shyt an headed fo da door.  We got to da elevator, then a ol lookin nurse ran up behind us wit a wheelchair.  “Sir, you have to ride in this to the front door.”

Joop took one at dat an flippd.  “I aint ridin in dat ‘ol man’ shyt,” he yelled at da poor nurse.

“It’s hospital polic-”

“Yo fuk dat,” Joop shouted.  “I could walk an shyt.”  So then he got on da elevator an da door closed in dat old-lookin nurses face.  I was laffin so hard I couldn’t breave an shyt.

“What u laffin at,” Joop growled at me, makin me laff harder.  He stood there, tryin to keep a straight face, til he couldn’t take it no mo.  He started laffin too, an we huggd each other in da elevator.  He lookd at me.

“Yo I love you,” he whisperd at me.  He leaned over an brushd his lips on mine- but just then the elevator door opened an we jumpd, we aint even realize dat we reached da ground.

Ms. Regine was standin there wit Dad, givin us this real strange look.  We lookd real obvious at dat moment, it was real clear dat we was huggd up on each other… I hoped she aint see us kissin.

Da silence was killin everyone, so my pops broke it.  “So, Malik, I see that you made it downstairs safe… where’s the complimentary wheelchair escort?”

“I tol dat ol ass nurse to bounce off,” he said.  “I could walk.”

“As your lawyer, I must advise you that you should always leave a hospital in the wheelchair, you could compromise your lawsuit- should one come up with the hospital.”

“I’m sayin Dad, leave out da lawyer thing for rite now,” I jumpd in, clearly soundin like I was defendin my girl from niccas pressurin her.  I noticed Ms. Regine lookin at me real curious.  Damn, I fukkd up, an now she gonna know sumthin’s up befo Joop iz ready to sit her down an shyt..!

Joop jumpd in the awkward silence.  “Yo momz, I need my toothbrush, I'm stayin over at Mar house tonite.”

“I’ll get it to you, I’m cumin over later,” Ms. Regine said, takin Joop’s overnight bag from me and handin it to my pops.  “Take this, Danny,” she said without thinkin bout it.  Me an Joop stared at my pops, who jus took it an aint say nuthin.  He winkd at us, and after a second we grinnd back an headed fo da car, wit Ms. Regine chattin wit Dad da whole time.

I was feelin real good.  My nicca was outta jail an da hospital, my pops aint wanna get wit my nicca no mo, an Joop momz was getting along wit my pops already, headin out all the weird shyt wit em havin to meet up.  This way felt better to me than when I thought my father an my nicca was fukkin.  At least Dad knows bout me an Joop, an its all good.  I just wish dat if he IZ gonna start fukkin wit niccas on da reg, dat he would find sumone as good for him as Joop is fo me….

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Driving up to the prison for my weekly report to the warden, my heart was beating a mile a minute in dreadful anticipation.  Joe had been calling me and leaving messages since the other day, waiting for an answer to his desire to start a new relationship.  I knew he was incorrectly assuming the reason for my reluctance to call.

After meeting up with Boochie, I knew that I could not face Joe just yet.  The revelation that Malik was Joe's son brought such a whole new level of drama to this whole situation, I couldn’t stomach facing Joe with the truth, which was inevitable.  Trying to get her to talk to either one of them about the other was an exercise in futility.  Her deep-seated issues of abandonment kept her sullen and resentful, which in turn provided a basis of her revenge, by hinting all through her son’s life that his father’s leaving was the reason he was in the vicious cycle of self-hate that he was forced to live in.

Of course, after getting over her own angst, she realized the well she’d dug herself into, and rather than confess to the melodrama to Malik, she just let it lie, which in itself BECAME a lie, festering in his heart until it blossomed into hatred.  At this moment Malik would shoot Joe dead on sight, which was why telling him first might not have the healing ending I’d like for my young parolee.

Which left Boochie telling Joe about his son.

When she told me that Joe didn’t even know he HAD a son, I berated her until tears came and went, but she still chickened out in the end from taking responsibility for her actions.  So that left me, as resident lawyer/ Parole Officer/ surrogate father to handle the mess.  Boochie would have to face them both later on, but baby steps were in order now, and the first step was to tell Joe the truth- a truth that even I was reluctant on divulging, given recent circumstances.

Joe was jealous of Malik, jealous… of his own son.

And then there was the blackmail; I knew that when Joe came to the realization that he had actually videotaping his own son fucking me in the ass, to try and coerce me into sex (felony charges notwithstanding)… well, I was bracing myself for the backlash that was sure to follow, because come hell or high water, I WOULD tell Joe the minute I saw him about Malik.  We could never have a real relationship if I didn’t stay up front and honest with him from the beginning.

That last thought gave me pause.  Evidently, I’d decided what I was going to do with Joe, if I was already looking for ways to make sure we STAYED rock solid, even before we began.  I shook my head, amazed at myself.  A part of me really was looking forward to seeing him again…

I pulled into the prison staff parking lot, got out of the car and went inside, getting scanned by the guards at the door before fully entering.  I was too preoccupied with thoughts of Joe to realize that the guards scanning me were none other than the sexy, tall and attractive Potters and Warren, Joe's extras in our hotel fuck scene the other night.  When I met their eyes they smiled obligingly and as on cue rubbed the bulges in their pants absently.  I returned the licentious smile, not speaking, as they stepped aside and let me pass.  One of them grabbed and stroked my ass as I went into the inner door, but far from it being an insult, my dick stirred to life as I turned a corner and went down a dark corridor towards the Warden’s office, thoughts of that wild fuck-fest running through me.

I reached the door and put my hand on the knob, intending to turn it and go inside, but I hesitated, looking over towards the closed door which sat directly opposite Joe's… the conjugal room.

I stood there for a minute, reminiscing about the last time I was in there with Malik.  Yet the memories were tainted now, different.  That scene was with Malik the inmate, the sexy thugg ‘youngin’ with the big dick that rocked my world… but in my heart now, the desperate thugg lover was replaced by Malik the survivor, best friend and lover of my son, he who had achieved the status of calling me ‘Dad’… yes, now I loved Malik as if he were my own son.  And yet, irony of ironies, he has a father of his own… and it was past time for all to be revealed.  I took a deep breath, my hand on the doorknob, and turned it, the warden’s office door swinging open.