Black Cherry Pie: 2 by L'Amour Coulture

Author:L'Amour Coulture [Coulture, L'Amour]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-11T04:00:00+00:00

Eshe

I’ve never been to jail before.

I guess it was a first time for everything.

I looked around at the few women that were inside with me.

I’ve seen moments like this on television. The people in the cell with the newcomer were usually gang members and other people that continuously broke the law in one way or another. Overall, they just looked downright scary. But these women didn’t look like that. One lady was bunched up in the corner on one bench with her knees to her chest. She looked scared more than anything. Another woman, from the way she was dressed, looked like a prostitute… there was always a lady of the night on Tv in jail for sex working. She was minding her own business while checking her nails out. Then, there was this heavyset woman; she reminded me a lot of my grandma, Sally. She didn’t look like she belonged in here, and I wondered what she was in for.

From the time I left the house, my body and mind were numb. It wasn’t until I was pushed into the filthy holding cell and the steel door slammed shut behind me, reality sunk in.

I was miles away from home and in jail for beating the crap out of a female over a man that I thought I loved but didn’t exactly know for sure… I knew I shouldn’t want someone that doesn’t want me, but I wanted my mama. I was granted one phone call. Hoping she had come around… to her senses.

I used my call to dial-up Nichelle.

“Who is this?” her unpleasant voice came through the phone. I didn’t care how she sounded; I wanted her to come and take me home.

“Mama!” I said while catching my breath, trying not to cry.

“Eshe?” Nichelle said.

“Mama, please come and get me. I want to come home. I… I’m in jail, mama,” I started crying.

“Jail?” Nichelle said, then paused. I looked at the phone as if it was a cellphone, thinking she had hung up. Pressing the receiver back to my ear, I called out, waiting on her to say something. “Because of you, my marriage is no more… I hope your ass rot in there!”

“MAMA! Mamaaa, please!” My cries were full-blown.

Nichelle had hung up.

I slid down the wall to the floor. I didn’t care how dirty it was in the cell. I leaned against the wall, still wrapped in the blanket Kejuan put around me before being led out of the house. My heart, mind, and soul were a mess; I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. All I knew was that I needed peace and that I wanted to be happy. But I honestly didn’t know the right direction to go in to find happiness. I thought having my own boyfriend would be the first step to feeling complete, but I realized that it should’ve started with home. And I was having a hard time excepting that happiness never happened for me, from where I knew as home.

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