Jahseh's Keeper [Part 2]

Pt.3

(how many of you are tupac fans?)

"What the fuck is she doing here!?" I shout

"So that's the only person you see?" My mother sasses.

I glare at her and focus my attention towards Ski.

"Momma shot you!" Ski shouts quickly

"What are you talking about?" I can feel my face twist up.

My mother quickly raises her hand.

The guard quickly leaves the wall and lands  in the  center of the drama.

"Bitch don't try to put your hands on me!" Ski says while trying to push through the guard.

I can feel my ears start to ring so I cover them.

Minutes go by before my hand is snatched away from my ears.

I look up and see ski.

I yank my arm away.

"What the fuck are you doing man!?"

"I'm going with mom." I explain

"She shot you, what the hell is wrong with you. Are you retarded!?"

"Maybe I am. All I know is mom kept me out of here, no matter how much dirt I did I stayed out of jail. Let's face it, I was just a burden anyway. You're free, keep living how you were before I was with you."

"Do you want to go back to a girls home!? That's exactly where you're going to end up. She shot her own living  creation just for a few bands! How can you go back with her!?"

"It's going to be different, I'm closer to age eighteen now."

"You should visit Jah." Ski blurts

"Um, why the fuck would I do that."

"He's in here too. He took the fault for the murder of his dad."

"Wow, really?" I ask while rubbing my arm nervously.

"Yeah, if we're being honest I don't think he did it." Ski says

"Why not?" I asked confused

Never had it crossed my mind uthat maybe Jahseh would keep what I did between us.

"His dad was his plug, his dad was well connected that's going to fuck up Jahseh in more ways than one."

"Guide me to him but I want visit him by myself."

Ski quickly guides me keeping time in mind.

I try my best to keep up.

"Hold it!" A guard yells while removing his walkie talkie away from his mouth.

He quickly jogs up to me and he puts my handcuffs back on，you aren't going anywhere get, your fingerprints match with ones we've found on two different victims, we have to take you back in for questioning.

"Victims?" Ski asks

"Murder victims" the guard says while guiding me back into the hall.

My head drops when I feel my mother's  eyes following my every move.

"Why the hell is she in hand cuffs?" My mother asks

"Her finger -

Before another word escapes the guards mouth a loud alarm goes off and the lights go out.