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Her Jimmy Choo's echoed against the tiled floor. Her voluminous hips filled the dimensions of the navy blue dress perfectly as they swayed to the beat her heels created.

If only for a short time, the dimly lit facility was full of chatter and heartfelt laughter as inmates reunite with their family and friends. The white, brick walls; burgundy, metal doors; and the stench of death, gave her 21 reasons why Grand Haven Correctional Prison wasn't a place for a woman of her caliber. Gracefully, she took a seat at the table that sat closer to the center of the room. Patiently, she waited for the appearance of Lawrence Alexander Wright.

A heavy built prison guard wearing a khaki uniform came through the steel doors that were located to the right of her. He held tightly onto a limping Lawrence who was heavily cuffed from his hands to his feet.

A bright smile washes across his tatted face, revealing his open gate.His almond-shaped eyes lit up as they landed on Vashti. He thought it would have been years before he saw her vibrant face again.Lord knows he had messed up quite a bit when it came to their relationship.

As a man, he had no one to blame but himself.When she needed him most, Lawrence was to busy running the streets of Westbrook like the childish, naive boy he was. The streets were his permanent home and everything else was temporary. Well, that's how he viewed it back then.

"Hey pudding.",he said as he approached the table. He held his hands out for the officer to uncuff him. Contently, she watched the officer remove the silver handcuffs from around his wrists.

For the past nine years, Lawrence spent behind bars, he hadn't change one bit. Besides the slight limp in his walk, he had received from a brutal fight with another inmate when he first arrived, or the fact that his dark complexion was a tad bit lighter. He was still the same man they took away that Sunday morning outside of the church, in front of, the entire congregation, pastor, and even twelve-year-old Vashti.

"Hello father" She spoke coldly as her eyes drifted from the retrieving guard towards his.

"How you been? How is your Aunt Linda doing?I know that sister of mine is still up to no good", He said cheerfully before breaking into a fit of laughter.

Vashti crossed her arms in front of her chest. Rolling her eyes she spoke,

" Cut the act! You and I both know I'm here to handle my business." Leaning forward in her plastic chair, her brown orbs studied his calm demeanor

"Word on the street is you know who killed my mother.For the past five years, I've been searching for my mother's killer and this whole time the person with the information sat right under my nose." she paused, "All I want from you is a name and an address. I'll handle the rest."

He sat calmly, clasping his hands in front of him he looked everywhere else but at his daughter. Vashti was always opinionated, determined and quick to anger, she got those traits from her mother, Adria Anima Parker.

Adria was the love of his life and the mother of his child. He had realized a little too late that he loved that woman to death.
It wasn't until he had gotten the news that Adria was brutally murdered in her section 8 apartment, that he realized he was in love with her.

Boy, had the news almost tore him apart. He had done her wrong and it had taken him quite some time to realize that, the number of women he had in between his sheets during their on and off again relationship made him an unjust, undeserving man to have ever called her his.

To this day her face still ran across his mind. His daughter, Vashti, was the spitting image of her mother. With her big brown eyes, big pink lips and freckles that lined the bridge of her nose and cheeks. It was no way for him to forget about Adria.

"I don't know what you're talking about Vashti. The streets could have never told you that. Cause my own flesh and blood ain't running these here streets with them wannabe thug niggas."

"Well, it's nice to see you trying to be a father figure to me but your just fourteen years too late. Now answer my question."

He could of sense her anger. The tension in the room became thick as he watched their time together began to dwindle down.

"Look, I don't know who killed your mother. And I don't care to find out." He said sternly, " You're still young Vashti live your life and know that the time your mother spend on this earth was the best years of her life.Whether or not it was cut short. These niggas on the streets only want to see you behind bars anyway, taking instructions from these pigs.Why do you think I'm in here now? Instead of me living my life for you and your mother sake, I was to busy running the streets of Haven. Just to be known as a street thug, as a gangsta. I was worried about what the boss wanted me to do, or what the next money move will be. Cause the only thing that matter on these streets is your body count and your ranking."

Unclasping his hands he continued. "Listening to whom I deemed as the boss landed me in here for ten years on an attempted murder charge all because the boss wanted his money from some crack heads. I swear on my life, I would have done anything for a higher ranking. I valued my money more than my own sanity."

Disregarding his sermon, Vashti admired her acrylic blue nails. She was so over the "pity me" party he was throwing.He was the reason why her mother lies six feet under. The fact that he didn't care hurt her deeply.

"You have some nerve! My mother died in my arms, choking on her own blood as her lifeless eyes stared back at me. I was only ten years old witnessing my mother take her last breathe." she paused as tears flowed from her eyes, "You know what makes matters worst. She died trying to protect YOU from getting killed. And you gonna sit here and tell me you DON'T CARE!"

The prison guard eyes locked onto their table as he watched Vashti fingertips tap viciously onto the table out of anger. He swiftly walked passed, his northern accented rang out through the prison.

" Five more minutes!"

Lawrence licked his dry lips while folding his arms across his buffed chest. He leaned back in his chair as he stared out the window that displayed the overcast skies.

Suddenly, he broke the tension.
"You can say what you want about me and your mother's relationship.But, if this street life is what you think going to heal those wound you snitching together, so be it. Since you want info so bad go see my man Santos on the west side. Meet him at his convenience store, Pops. Only go on Tuesdays and don't tell nobody where you're going."

Slowly, he got up from the table as he signaled the guard over with his finger.
"Trust no one, ain't no friends in this game. The path you choose directs your faith." he spoke to her as the female officer place the cuffed on his hands before taking him back to his cell.
"I LOVE YOU, BABYGIRL!" He shouted before disappearing behind the doors

Wiping her face she swiftly got up from the table. Quickly she made her way back to the front of the prison. Her heart was heavy but her motives were clear. She was seeking revenge and revenge is what she was going to get.

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