Flaws and All

(Chpt.11-09) Flashbacks⌛️

Chapter Eleven
-Fucking up-
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:: A week later, September 8th ::
(Jacob's Pov)

*Dialing sound*📞

Hearing the phone steady dialing, I leaned up against the wall in hope for her to finally answer.

"You have reached the voicemail of..........Hey this is Dyme and *Desiree babbles something* and we're sorry we can't pick up the phone right now– no don't press the button–"

I chuckled at her voicemail and hung the phone back up, still not getting any luck with reaching her. Its been a week since I got here and..I've been calling everyday. Its clear that she doesn't want to talk to me....but....I just wanted to tell her I'm sorry and my side of the story. I don't even recall ever hitting her like that..., it's still unrealistic to me that I would go off. And on her of all people.....now if it was Chris....maybe I could see that since she's annoying but I still would've never put my hands on a female.

But apparently....I did and now...I'm paying for it.

Suddenly Dead Eye came around the corner, with Mac and Dre at his side of course. The nigga with the skull ring a bell? Yeah, they call him Dead Eye and now I know a little more about his crew too.

"Ha....you still tryna call ya girl huh. She don't wanna talk to the nigga that hit her, fuck you don't understand" Dead Eye said, getting up in my face.

"Whatever" I said, walking away from him until...

"Yeah get ya punk-ass back in yo cell" he pushed me.

I regained my footing again and pushed him back in a reflex. He stumbled a few steps back and into the phones when I did, surely angering him.

"Oh you fucking bold now!" he rushed up angrily, gripping my collar and pinning me against the wall in a very tight choke hold.

"Get the... fuck off me–" I growled, trying to move his hands the best I could.

He managed to move his hands from my collar up to my neck instead, squeezing on both sides to apply pressure. I struggled to breathe immediately, looking around at the crowd of inmates watching this shit happen and no one stepping in. In his tight hold, I started having flashbacks. Flashbacks to when I was in his place doing this to Dyme in fact.

My memory was coming back to me. Showing me the incident piece by piece and how she ended up in the grip of my own hands. I could see the look in her eye, scared for her life as I squeezed her tighter until she cried for me to stop hurting her–

"Hey! Stop it now! Get on the ground!" A guard pulled us apart and tackled Dead Eye.

*
(Dyme's Pov)

"I'm going home, okay. Don't work too hard" I told Selena, hanging up my apron in my locker.

"Deuces D" she said, still watching her phone as always.

I left her alone and grabbed my bag from off the chair, going towards the back door to exit the diner completely. From there, I found my car in the mildly crowded parking lot and got into the driver seat to make my way home and end my shift.

*

"Hey....there goes mommy" Kel said to Des, just as I walked in and closed the door behind.

"Heyy" I came up to them on the couch and took a seat with a huff.

I grabbed Desiree from Kel's lap, seeing her reaching out her tiny arms towards me. "Hey, you miss me?" I kissed her, getting all up in her face with my love.