she wanted to do was make sure that she was ok out there. It was hard doing time while wondering and worrying about someone else. Doing time was extremely demanding, and as long as she couldn’t hear from her sister, she knew that her time was going to be an ongoing disaster.
The disaster turned into a nightmare.
“Plus, I want to find out if your friend Treasure is the person who murdered your sister. I’m sure that even if we did let you out of prison to work for us, you probably still wouldn’t be able to find out that type of information. But… it’s worth a try, and I’m also sure that you would at least get a lot further than us in this matter.”
Milan felt her heartbeat slow down to a snail’s pace. Her mind felt like she was lost in the matrix. Her breathing pattern was abnormal, and her skin leaked sweat at a frightening pace. Within 40 seconds, she was almost looking as if someone had poured a half filled championship water cooler over her head. Her hands started to slowly shake and her teeth rattled slightly. She tried to suppress her uncontrollable reactions, but she found herself unable to.
She tried to speak, but choked on a tear. After the first tear clogged up her voice, the floodgates opened. She was trying to speak, but was only able to mumble incoherently. She wiped her tear, but as soon as her hand left her face, there was another tear in its place. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown and didn’t want to show her emotions to the thirsty federal agent and the sheisty prosecutor.
She turned away from them and covered her face with her hands. She was crying so hard that the tears were rolling through her hands and down her arm. Her sorrow dripped to the ground off of her elbows. Her sister was her everything, her world. She knew that on any given day, her sister would ride with her until the wheels fell off. Her and her sister had come into the world together, and had always joked with each other that one day they would die together.
Milan had been trying to correct her negative thoughts and energies since coming to prison. Since she was living in a sober world, she had begun to see things a little differently. But as soon as the federal agent dropped the bombshell that her sister had been murdered by Treasure, it felt like she was back on cocaine and PCP. She felt as though she was back in the midst of a 24 hour binge. She was back in the driver’s seat and cruising down Destruction Boulevard. She was angry beyond comprehension.
The agent came over and placed his hand on Milan’s shoulder. “We’re offering you 25 years if you will help us get Treasure Brown. 20 years if you help us also get The Lipstick Clique; 15 years if you add on the Dirt Mob, and your freedom if you also help us get the Bankroll Squad.”
Milan’s breathing was staggered. She knew that there was no way possible for her to bust all of those people and continue to live. Hell, she doubted that she would be able to bust any of them. It just didn’t make reasonable sense to her. They just wanted someone desperate enough to just do any-damn-thing. She wiped those tears and shook her head frantically.
“Hell fuck no! How the hell can I –. Man… you got me fucked up real bad! You know I can’t bust all those got damn folks. You trying to get me murdered after the first set-up!”
The prosecutor smirked at the agent because she knew then that they had her on their rope. The fact that she had mentioned that she couldn’t do it, to them, only meant that she was thinking about it. And as long as the seed of deception had been planted; the tree of deceit would always grow. They had actually anticipated and predicted this exact exchange of conversation. This was her cue to come in and soothe things so that they would seem manageable to the potential snitch.
“Milan, I think we both have different expectations of what we need and are asking from you. You think we’re
The disaster turned into a nightmare.
“Plus, I want to find out if your friend Treasure is the person who murdered your sister. I’m sure that even if we did let you out of prison to work for us, you probably still wouldn’t be able to find out that type of information. But… it’s worth a try, and I’m also sure that you would at least get a lot further than us in this matter.”
Milan felt her heartbeat slow down to a snail’s pace. Her mind felt like she was lost in the matrix. Her breathing pattern was abnormal, and her skin leaked sweat at a frightening pace. Within 40 seconds, she was almost looking as if someone had poured a half filled championship water cooler over her head. Her hands started to slowly shake and her teeth rattled slightly. She tried to suppress her uncontrollable reactions, but she found herself unable to.
She tried to speak, but choked on a tear. After the first tear clogged up her voice, the floodgates opened. She was trying to speak, but was only able to mumble incoherently. She wiped her tear, but as soon as her hand left her face, there was another tear in its place. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown and didn’t want to show her emotions to the thirsty federal agent and the sheisty prosecutor.
She turned away from them and covered her face with her hands. She was crying so hard that the tears were rolling through her hands and down her arm. Her sorrow dripped to the ground off of her elbows. Her sister was her everything, her world. She knew that on any given day, her sister would ride with her until the wheels fell off. Her and her sister had come into the world together, and had always joked with each other that one day they would die together.
Milan had been trying to correct her negative thoughts and energies since coming to prison. Since she was living in a sober world, she had begun to see things a little differently. But as soon as the federal agent dropped the bombshell that her sister had been murdered by Treasure, it felt like she was back on cocaine and PCP. She felt as though she was back in the midst of a 24 hour binge. She was back in the driver’s seat and cruising down Destruction Boulevard. She was angry beyond comprehension.
The agent came over and placed his hand on Milan’s shoulder. “We’re offering you 25 years if you will help us get Treasure Brown. 20 years if you help us also get The Lipstick Clique; 15 years if you add on the Dirt Mob, and your freedom if you also help us get the Bankroll Squad.”
Milan’s breathing was staggered. She knew that there was no way possible for her to bust all of those people and continue to live. Hell, she doubted that she would be able to bust any of them. It just didn’t make reasonable sense to her. They just wanted someone desperate enough to just do any-damn-thing. She wiped those tears and shook her head frantically.
“Hell fuck no! How the hell can I –. Man… you got me fucked up real bad! You know I can’t bust all those got damn folks. You trying to get me murdered after the first set-up!”
The prosecutor smirked at the agent because she knew then that they had her on their rope. The fact that she had mentioned that she couldn’t do it, to them, only meant that she was thinking about it. And as long as the seed of deception had been planted; the tree of deceit would always grow. They had actually anticipated and predicted this exact exchange of conversation. This was her cue to come in and soothe things so that they would seem manageable to the potential snitch.
“Milan, I think we both have different expectations of what we need and are asking from you. You think we’re
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