I actually got a better idea for the ending of this story, so it might be a few more chapters until the end. And I apologize about my little rant the last time I updated. I get you guys get emotionally attached to books because I do too and I'd be PISSED if one of my favorite characters died in a book or show too lmao

Theodore III

***10 Years Later***

I laid back on my bed in solitary confinement after coming from the recreational room. I had my 90 minutes of recreation time so I can stretch and get out of my cell, but as soon as those 90 minutes are up, I'm back on my 22 and a half hour lock down that I'm forced to be on every single day but it doesn't bother me. I'm better off in here than out in the normal housing unit with everybody else.

See, niggas like to test me in here because they think I'm weak because I keep to myself and don't associate with them much. Nobody's going to make me their bitch, so I've gotten in trouble for fighting niggas if they think they're going to take advantage of me. That landed me in SHU for a good few weeks, but once they thought I was good enough to come out, they released me back into the housing unit but I eventually came back to solitary confinement for assaulting an officer, as the prison wants to call it.

All I was doing was peacefully walking back to my cell when an officer came up behind me and decked me right in the face for no reason. The only reason he did it was because me and him had been beefing previously because I didn't like the way he was talking to me, so I checked him. That led to us getting into arguments multiple times but when he decided to put his hands on me in an area where no cameras were at, I knew I had to whoop his ass.

I drug that nigga up and down the quiet hallway but I should've known better. It's like the nigga had the whole thing planned out because as soon as we got to fighting, some of his officer friends tased me int he back to get me off of him. Assaulting an officer added another 15 years on to the life sentence I was serving, as well as six months in solitary confinement. That's why I'm in here now but I don't really care.

What else do I have to lose at this point?

The only person in the world that I actually cared about was taken from me by some dumb ass cops that just start shooting whenever they're afraid. I don't understand why a person would become a cop if they're afraid of situations rapidly changing while they're on the job. They signed up for the job so they should be able to adjust to any situation they're put into, meaning, they shouldn't start shooting when they know a child might be in the home.

I'll admit, it wasn't the best idea of mine to kill people in my house when the police were on me so badly and with Princess in the house, but what else was I supposed to do? Where was I supposed to take out the bodies without it looking suspicious? I was doing it for Princess' safety though. I couldn't have met up with my Dad at my warehouse because he didn't mess with the shit I used to deal with. The two of us were on two different spectrum's when it came to professions, so our only common meeting ground was my house.

I don't really give a fuck now. Princess was killed and she was the only reason for me being alive. I was living my life to provide her a better future; a future better than mine but her life was cut short because of the bad decisions I made growing up. When Princess was alive, I did everything I could to protect her, which meant protecting myself at all costs. But with her dead, who am I living for? Who am I protecting now?

That's how I lived my life inside of my new home now. Whoever wanted to fuck with me, was gonna get the rawest side of me because I don't have anything to lose. I'm in here for life. I'm serving a sentence for some shit I didn't even do, but after losing my entire family, I couldn't even try to defend myself in court. No attorney's wanted to take my case because it was obvious how guilty I was since the cops saw me killing Victoria when they busted into my house. So, I was left to fight my own case with no support system, no money since the courts ceased the majority of my assets, and with no cares in the world as to how my future would turn out since I knew I was going down for all the shit they had on me.

They locked me up for:

Teddy's murder

Victoria's murder

Nicole's murder

Cashmere's murder

Tee Tee's murder

Dylan's murder

Mocha's murder

Goldie's parents' murder

Negligence and child endangerment, which led to the death of my daughter

Drug trafficking

Sex trafficking

I slightly laughed as I listed off just a few of the charges they had on me but my wrap sheet was extensive. They had me on several murder charges, so there's no way I'm going to be granted parole. Society doesn't want a nigga like me walking the streets so they'll keep a black man like me locked up until I finally die in this bitch.

"But will that shit even be that bad?" I whispered to myself since I didn't have anybody else to talk to. I didn't mind being in solitary because it kept me away from trouble, but I can't take not being able to interact with people. I feel like I'm losing my mind in here. I shook my head. "Nah, it won't even be that bad. I mean, the state's paying for me to live, eat, breath, and shit up in this bitch 24 hours of the day so it'll be nice if I die here. At least I'll go out peacefully and not like the rest of my bitch ass family."

They all deserved to die the way they did, from Grandpa on down to my crazy ass Mama. They all deserved what they had coming for him. I was actually shocked to see Mama shove the glass into Grandpa's throat though. I never would've thought she'd have the balls to do something like that though. She was always his Princess, so I figured she'd kiss his ass until the day he died so that she could try to get some money out of him before he died. But I guess her obsession with Teddy drove her to kill the only person that could've saved our family. Instead, her killing him ended up getting everybody else killed, me on lock down, and Daniel without a family.

Aubrey and Jazmine ended up taking him in until he was old enough to be on his own. Thankfully, I had friends that stepped up to take care of him because he would've been another kid in the system if it weren't for them. They raised Daniel and their own daughter, who should be turning ten soon. She's been up here to see me a few times and every time I see her, she starts to look more and more like Jazmine. They named their daughter Audrey. I thought it was pretty fucking crazy to name her similar to Aubrey's name but I just left it alone since they've done so much for me in the past.

They took care of Daniel up until he was 18 and was able to get his inheritance from Grandpa. I'm not sure how much he got but I know it's a few million since that's what I got when I became of age. Daniel's set for life, and it's even better since Aubrey and Jazmine made sure he kept his grades up and went to college. He graduated about a year ago. Of course, I couldn't go to his graduation, but I did get pictures of him, Aubrey, Jazmine and Audrey all at his graduation looking like the family we were never able to give him.

Jazmine ended up practicing law like her parents wanted her to do. I don't know if she stills talks to them but she went into law and got Daniel an internship at the firm she's at while he's working to get through law school. I'm proud of him though. I'm glad he didn't fall victim to the lifestyle we did because after what happened to the family, I didn't know what was going to happen to him. All odds were against him because he was alone when I got locked up. Nobody was there to help him but he turned his situation into something positive and I'm proud of him going the clean route.

He visits me almost every visitation, but I haven't seen or heard his voice in a few months since I've been in solitary. I can't get visitors or even phone calls since this is supposed to be apart of my confinement, but I do get letters and he did send me a letter that I got today. I've just been putting off opening it up because I don't need anymore bad news.

"You might as well open it up," I told myself. "What's the worst he can tell you? Get your ass up and open up his damn letter. You're the only person he can depend on since you know crazy ass Lindsey has lost her mind too." I shook my head as I stood up from my bed. "Yeah, you're right," I told myself. "Lindsey won't do shit for him but destroy him."

I grabbed the envelope that one of the officers slid under my door a few hours ago and ripped it open. The envelope was thick as hell, a lot thicker than the envelopes he normally sends to me. As soon as I ripped the envelope open, a few different pictures fell out of it as well as the several pages he's written to me. I picked the pictures and lined paper off of the ground and plopped back down on my bed, so I could look at the pictures.

Daniel wrote me twice a month since I'm on lock down and it's our only way to communicate. His letters are usually long because he tells me about his day to day, Jazmine and Aubrey, Audrey, his relationships, work, school, everything but mine are typically short. I just don't have much to say since I'm locked in here most of the day. I don't have any crazy experiences to tell him since I'm always alone.

"Look at the damn pictures fool!" I yelled at myself. I took a deep breath. I wish these damn voices in my head would stop talking. I liked it better when I had control of my thoughts. "I'm about to look at them right now," I replied.

I looked down at the first picture of Aubrey, Jazmine and Audrey on their most recent vacation to Hawaii. I sighed. Damn. They look so happy. It's funny how life changed so drastically for all of us. I really didn't think their relationship would last so long since they used to always fight with each other and their parents. But their whole relationship changed when they had their daughter. They got along more and they were a lot happier when she came.

"Well, duh, they were actually in love unlike your dumb ass."

I sucked my teeth, ignoring the voice in my head, and continued to the next picture. It was a picture of Daniel standing outside of the law firm with Jazmine right beside him. This must have been his first day. I turned the picture over and read the back of the picture, "First day of my internship." I moved on to the next picture and scrunched up my face when I didn't see his or anybody else's faces. Instead, it was an ultrasound.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled, dropping the pictures.

I didn't bother looking at the other pictures, I went straight to the long letter he wrote me so I could see who's ultrasound that was. I know it's not Jazmine's because she just wrote me a few weeks back and didn't say anything about being pregnant.

What's up Uncle?

I won't even start off this letter like I usually do, with my rambling on about my day to day life and how everybody's doing because we're all good. We're all doing the same things we do every single day, so I'm sure you don't even care at this point.

I'm sure you're only concerned about that ultrasound. I know I promised you that I wouldn't get any girls pregnant until I'm in my career and living comfortably but things just kind of happened. I didn't plan on Kennedy getting pregnant, but she is. She's going to be 5 months in a couple of weeks and you're the first person we're telling, even though by the time you get this letter, Aubrey and Jazmine will know but we wanted you to be the first person to know.

We already know Aubrey's gonna be pissed, more so at me for getting his sister pregnant but he should've known it was gonna happen one of these days, right? I mean, we're both 24 and getting old, so I should be getting her pregnant now that she's in her prime. It's crazy, I know, but we can't take back what we did now. Our son is going to be here in just a few short months and we're happy, even though I think Kennedy might be happier than me since we just got married a few days ago.

I know you told me to get married before I have any kids. Even though kids came first with us, I wanted to be married to her before we had anymore kids because I love her and I don't see myself getting with anybody else, so why sit around waiting to get married? So, without telling anybody, we took a flight to Vegas and eloped. We spent a few days out there just enjoying each other's company. It was basically like our honeymoon since we had to come to to Georgia and get back to our regular lives.

We just got back tonight though, and while I should be asleep with my wife, I'm writing you because I wanted to tell you the news. I even talked to my Mama about it because I know you'll force me to. Her reaction was how I predicted it would be. I don't know if she's losing her mind or plainly doesn't care but she didn't even flinch when I told her I got married or that she's going to be a grandmother. It's like she doesn't even care about me, so I told her I wasn't going to see her again and I'm damn sure not going to bring my child around her and her nonsense. She's not going to screw my child up the same way she did to me.

I'm done with her and I'm done dealing with her. Every time I visit her, she gets worse and worse and I think she's losing her mind since she's been locked up for so long. I don't know why she's losing her mind and you're not since y'all been locked up the same amount of time, but I'm just blaming it on insanity. She was crazy before she got locked up, and being locked up hasn't done anything but further her issues. So, I'm going to let her deal with her issues on her own. I'm wiping my hands clean of her and anybody else that wants to be crazy. I put up with the shit when I was younger but I don't have time for it anymore. She's insane, unc. I just hope you don't start losing your mind like her because you're the only family I have left.

It hit me hard reading that I was the only family he had left. Sure, he had his wife and baby on the way but I'm the only person related to him that hasn't lost their mind yet or hasn't died. All of his family is dead except for Lindsey and I, and Lindsey isn't the best person to look up to or even talk to. She's completely lost her mind, worse than when she went into prison. Prison has fucked her up, kind of like what it did to me but I'm not as bad as she is. Unlike her, I'm not having conversations with myself, hearing voices, or letting my appearance go to shit. I might not be getting out of here any time soon but at least I still look sexy as fuck, even with my corn rows.

Just as I lifted the paper up to my face, I heard keys jingling outside of my cell. Since I was in solitary, I wasn't behind bars. I was behind a large metal door that had one opening for my tray of food to be slid through everyday. So, I sat on the edge of my bed and waited for the guard to open my door.

I smiled once I saw my Grandma walking through the door, looking alive and as well as ever. She's been visiting me ever since I got into solitary. I don't know how she gets past the guards but she's the only one of my family members that's able to visit me while I'm on lock down and she has keys to let herself back here. I chuckled a little as I remembered what Grandpa always used to tell me about her. He used to say that she was always able to get her way, no matter who she was up against. She always got her way and I guess she got her way every time she came to visit me late at night.

"Grandma. You're back soon," I smiled, reaching out to hug me but she shook her head, denying my hug. I laughed. "What I do now? Last time you came to visit me, you said you were proud of me."

"How could I possibly be proud of you?" she asked, still continuing to stand by the door.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know but you said you were. You lying to me now?"

"I'd never lie to you baby."

"So what changed your opinion on me all of a sudden?"

"I was happy for you last time I talked to you because you told me you were doing better. Last time I talked to you, the guards said your behavior was improving so they were letting you out of solitary early."

"I am."

"No, you're not."

I sighed. "Why do you say that then? I mean, I know things got a little out of hand when the guard put his hands on me but I wasn't gonna go out like no bitch Grandma. I had to defend myself. He thought he was gonna take advantage of me. He thought I was gonna be meek Grandma! I had to show him I wasn't gonna do shit but I had to check his ass. Next thing I know, him and all of his CO friends came over and started beating my ass with batons. They knocked my ass out and then I woke up in here, back in my old cell," I laughed. "You still mad at me Grandma?"

She smiled as she walked over to me. "Of course not. You know I love you baby."

She leaned down and wrapped her arms around my body and pulled me closer to her. I embraced her hug and wrapped my arms tightly around her. I swear, Grandma's the only person in my family that's ever cared for me. It broke my heart when she was killed in front of my face. I always came to Grandma for advice because my Mom was never a person I could talk to, Grandma took care of me when my parents were too negligent to do so, she fed me when my parents were feeding me dry oatmeal, and she's always been there for me. She's always been dependable.

"But you know what you did was wrong, right?" she whispered, making me sigh.

I hated it but Grandma always told me the real. I didn't want to hear it, I never did, but she was good for telling somebody the truth. Even though I didn't want to hear her talk to me about how I shouldn't have put my hands on the officer, I knew she was right. I shouldn't have put my hands on him because if I didn't, I wouldn't be on lock down right now. I'd be free wit the rest of the inmates, beating their asses instead of beating my meat to make the time pass every day.

"Yeah, I know," I sighed. "I just had to defend myself. You know, Grandpa always told me not to be a bitch. He always told me to defend myself."

Grandma sighed as she rubbed the back of my head, making me relax against her shoulder. "I know but you shouldn't have done it because now I have to take drastic measures."

I scrunched up my face. "W-what do you mean? Grandma, I did it for you!"

"No you didn't," she spoke but it wasn't her voice, she sounded demonic.

I tried pulling away from Grandma when I heard the demonic voice she was speaking in but she wouldn't let me. Her hands were stuck to my face but when I tried to pull away from her again, she punctured her long, sharp claws into my neck, making me scream out. "Grandma, please!" I yelled, trying to push her off of me but her nails were stuck in my neck.

"Oh, so you thought you were going to get away with killing my son and daughter, huh?" she asked as she pressed her nails further into my skin, making me scream even louder. As loud as I'm screaming, one of the CO's should've been in here to save me but I guess nobody cares about me since I'm in solitary. They probably want me to die. "You haven't faced any real consequences...until now."

I looked up into Grandma's eyes and I wasn't looking at Grandma. She had turned into somebody else I didn't recognize. Her once green eyes were blood shot red and she looked dead in the face. Her skin was cracked, old, and bleeding but what really scared me was the fact that I could see part of her skeleton in her face. Was I just hallucinating this? Grandma isn't alive. She's dead.

"You're dead. You're dead. You're dead," I mumbled, closing my eyes but my eye lids flew open and I was met by Grandma's ugly face again. I tried to close my eyes again but I couldn't. I didn't have any control over my body anymore.

"I'm alive," she laughed, tightening her grip around my neck. "You thought you were just going to kill my children and get away from it?"

"N-No, I was pr--"

"LIAR!" She yelled, tightening her grip around my neck.

By now I couldn't breath. Whatever she was doing to choke me was working. It felt like I had about ten hands wrapped around my neck, all choking me from different directions as Grandma raised me off of the ground. My feet dangled off of the ground as she continued choking the life out of me. I could feel myself losing consciousness because I could see all of the people I killed standing behind her with smiles on their faces. This can't be real if I'm seeing dead people. It can't be real.

"Gr-Gr..." I tried getting out her name but I couldn't breath. I used my last bit of oxygen to call her name but it's like she didn't even care. She smirked as she took a tighter hold on me before throwing me across the room. My head slammed into the toilet sitting in the corner of my room and I fell back on the ground going in and out of consciousness.

Blood was dripping into my eyes from hitting the toilet but Grandma wasn't finished with me yet. She walked over to me with a knife in her hands and all of the people I killed behind her. They all watched on as Grandma jammed the knife into my chest, finally taking my life away from me like me and my family did to tons of other people.

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