The Dirty Divorce by KP Miss

Author:KP, Miss [KP, Miss]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Life Changing Books
Published: 2010-05-12T03:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lisa

After countless hours of sitting in the family room in silence by the phone, Juan finally called.

You have a collect call from JUAN. To accept charges dial one.

I pressed one so many times that I didn’t let the rest of the recording play.

“Juan, baby are you okay? What happened?”

“Ma, just like the last time, I can’t talk long. I need you to come up here. I don’t want to say much over the phone.”

“What are your charges?”

“Possession of a fire arm, and a controlled substance. Where’s Denie?”

“She hasn’t come home yet. Oh my gosh Juan, what the hell happened?”

“When you come see me, I’ll tell you everything. Find your daughter in the meantime.”

“Juan, tell me what’s going on,” I pleaded. Suddenly, I began to cry.

“Ma, just get over here as soon as you can. I gotta get off the phone. I got a visit this afternoon, so come up here. I love you Ma, and stop crying I’ll be alright.”

“I love you, too, son!”

I hung up the phone and really cried like a baby. This was the day I never wanted to see happen. The day I constantly warned my son about. I jumped up and slipped on the first Twisted Heart sweatsuit that I could find, and my black snaked skin Uggs and jumped in my car. I cried so much and couldn’t get myself together. This is when I needed Rich most. I headed on I-295 to southeast toward the D.C. jail so I could see what was going on with my son.

I pulled into the parking lot and instantly flashed back to the last time I was there visiting Rich. The line was so long, I just wanted to cut and get to Juan as soon as possible, especially since this was the last visit of the day. I knew he needed me. Once I was checked in at the window it was time for me to go through security. The same security was there from back when Rich was locked up, which proved either they loved their job or just couldn’t find another company to hire them. I hated the female security officers. They went out of their way to make it difficult for me every damn time.

“You can’t come in here with sweatpants on, Mrs. Sanchez, you should know that. Next in line please,” one overweight officer stated. I couldn’t believe she remembered me.

“I need to see my son, can you please let me through?”

You need to find some pants or something. I gotta process this entire line and visits are over in thirty minutes. If I let you in then I gotta let everybody else in here with tight pants on. You already know what you’re not supposed to wear. Now, move out my line.”

Needing to see Juan, I ran back to my truck and found a pair of jeans I’d bought Rich but never gave him and changed right outside. Even though the jeans were a size thirty-six and I wore a size twenty-eight, I didn’t care.

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