Meet the interesting life of me, Kentrell DeSean Gaulden.
The day I heard those words flowing out that police officer's mouth.
"mr.gaulden someone bailed you out."
I was shocked, in tears almost. I remember when I was so eager to see who have done such miracle for me. When they escorted me out of my cell and to the courtroom. I saw a man, he was darkskined, with white hair and white beard. He wasn't looking that old but you could tell that he was pushing the sixties.
He was standing there, his wife's hand wrapped around his. Eyes dangling as she studied my appearance. She turned to her husband and met his eyes, giving him a nod in approval.
I could hear what they were saying."he's tall, aggresive looking and scary looking. He's good enough to protect our son." The man smiled.
When they told me that I was free to go, I followed them out of the scary place I call The Prisoner's Hell Hole. I was told to sit in a black van. They gave me clothes, food and everything.
They told me that I was going to stay in a hotel for a while but I had a device hugging my feet, I wasn't allowed to go anywhere. It depends though.
They put me in a expensive ass hotel with only white people, I was quite uncomfortable but I had to deal with it. Before they left me to go, they told me that I was hired to be a bodyguard. For who?
