Street Vengeance by Wayne Huffman

Author:Wayne Huffman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: guns, drugs, sex, violence, kill
Publisher: Wayne Huffman

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I was led down the hall of the Newport News Detention Center. It was a long walk because my legs were still worn out from all the running I had done that night. We stopped at a door. The staff member who was escorting me looked to the camera, one of many mounted throughout the inside and outside of the center.

“Open J-two,” he yelled. A buzz sounded and the door clicked open.

I stepped in, wearing a pair of slingshot underwear and a t-shirt. The staff dude welcomed me to my new home, then he slammed the door shut behind me.

I had a roommate. He was laying back on the only bed in the room, and when the door closed, he sat up and looked at me. We appraised one another silently for a few seconds. I had walked in with a determined bop, and a scowl masked my face. I had been through the system several times before in foster homes, but this was my first time being incarcerated. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect but I had heard stories and seen what it’s like on the TV: don’t drop the soap and all that shit. But, I refused to be somebody’s prey, so I let my body language do my talking for me, and at that moment it was saying that I wasn’t about to be taking shit off no one, and I was down for whatever.

“What’s up?” He spoke.

I nodded my head. “Nothin’ much.”

“What you in for,” he wanted to know.

I hesitated Not sure how much I should say since I didn’t know who this dude was. I mean, how was I to know he wasn’t some damn snitch the cops put in here before I got here? He could just be trying to get information out of me for them so they could give me a bunch of time or something. I didn’t know, so I really didn’t think I should be talking too much. Therefore, I just didn’t say shit.

“Hey, man. I’m just trying to make small talk or whatever. Ya know, since we got to be cellin’ together for a little while. I figure if we get to know each other then we both know who and what we dealin’ with, ya dig?”

He was right. I didn’t need to be acting like I was. Sure, I had done some shit in the past. Hell, I had done some shit in the past couple of hours. But the cops didn’t know it, and there was no reason for them to suspect me of anything, so there would be no reason for them to be trying to set me up with a snitch in my cell to try to get me to talk.

“I got caught with a burner,” I finally told him.

He nodded. “How ‘bout you?” I asked him.

“Lil bit of everything. Coke, weed, shopliftin’. Shit like that.” He said it with a smile. I guess it was funny, and all just a game to him.

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