CHAPTER EIGHT

MYSTRO

 

Mystro was pissed after her conversation with Baby Dom and needed to vent. She went straight to the phone bank and hoped she didn’t have to wait in line to make a call.

She didn’t. There was nobody on the phones which was unusual.

“You have a collect call from…” The automatic recording stated.

“Mystro.”

“An inmate at Washington Alley Prison for Women. Do you accept the charges?”

“Yessss sirrrrr.” Native yelled.

The call connected.

“What up, son you busy?” Mystro asked angrily.

“Nah, what's good, fam? I'm glad you hit me. You get a chance to connect with Baby Dom yet?” Native inquired.

“Man, that's exactly what I'm calling you about, this shit is fucked up. She in here running her mouth already.” Mystro spewed.

“Aye, come on, son you know how BD act! That ain’t nothing new, but what she do?”

“So, I gave her the rules. Told her to act like we ain’t know each other and what do she go and do...Be hot as fuck and puts a picture up of us over her bunk. Now what the fuck I'm supposed to do ‘bout that?” Mystro looked behind her to check her surroundings.

“Hold up, My. I don't think I understand, tell me what you really mad about.” Native said wanting to make sure she heard her correctly.

“It's like this, I'm trying to get home. I've been doing good in here because I've been keeping my head down and keeping to myself. I’d probably not talk to nobody if I didn't have a job in the kitchen but that’s the extent of what I do. I'm in the law library, the kitchen or my cell. Then, Baby Dom shows up, and you know I’m already tight that she’s even doing time in the first place. Now I gotta worry about--”

“Aye, aye…Hold up, slim, so am I hearing you right?” Native asked confused. “Basically, you saying the same thing you done already said. It’s like you gotta say it repeatedly to convince yourself you in the right.”

“What you talking ‘bout?” Mystro replied.

“Yeah, she should have kept quiet in court, but that’s not the type of person she is. That girl may have a lot with her, but she’s always been loyal.”

Mystro sighed and looked up.

“And no matter how it went down, had she not pulled that trigger you may not be here at all. You forget that already?” Native reminded her. “Because I hadn’t.”

The truth was, if Baby Dom hadn’t shot Grover Lawrence, Church’s boyfriend, when she did, he may have killed Mystro.

“Man, nah, I ain’t forget. It’s just crazy in here and I was not trying to let it get to me, but with BD here now, niggas already starting to come at me sideways, Native.” Mystro admitted.

“Listen, fam, I’m not even gonna begin to act like I know what you going through in there. But I know this, it gotta be a little better having family do that time with you. I know it is for Baby Dom. She needs you, Mystro, even if you feel like you don’t need her.”

Mystro was speechless.

This wasn’t what she intended on getting when she picked up the phone to call her homie.

Although, she had to admit, she was absolutely right.

Mystro let out a deep breath.

“Man…I hear you.” Mystro stated. She put her head down and gripped the back of her neck. “It just put a wrench in everything I had planned.”

“Sometimes family does.”

“I’ma have to find a way to deal with this shit so she’s good and I stay out of trouble too.”

“There’s my nigga!” Native shouted.

Mystro chuckled.

“Eye of the tiger, champ. You know what’s waiting on you when you get out. Family, love, foolery and fuckery like we used to do. Plus, all the pussy you can handle.”

Mystro laughed harder. “Nigga, you know that’s the last thing on my mind.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure you getting tossed cheeks left and right in there huh?” Native asked sarcastically.

“You crazy as hell, I’m not sliding into nothing in this bitch.” Mystro raised one eyebrow and shot back.

The two friends continued to laugh.

As their laughter wound down, Mystro noticed Bruiser walking up to the phone banks.

“Oh lawd, here this bamma go.” Mystro advised. She switched the phone receiver from her left into her right hand.

“What’s up?” Native questioned.

“Dom lady, the one that got our visit shut down, coming this way.” Mystro whispered.

“Man, fuck that dyke, son! What you got on?” Native asked jokingly.

Mystro snickered and turned her back in Bruiser’s direction so she could answer Native with some privacy.

“My prison issued cocaine white scrubs and slides. Why, what you got on?” Mystro asked in a sexy playful tone.

“Some jeans, some Yeezy’s and a button down.” Native replied.

“Damn, that sound good to me right about now. I sooooo can’t wait to get home and get into that shit.” Mystro stated referring to wearing regular clothes again.

“You have 1 minute remaining.” The recorded operator stated.

“Aight, that’s my queue. I appreciate you talking me down and setting me straight.” Mystro said.

“Always, fam. You got this! Love your ass, hit me on the email.”

“Love you too! Aight, bet.” Mystro finished before hanging up the receiver.

As she walked back to her cell, she had no idea that Bruiser overheard the last part of her conversation and glared in Mystro’s direction, completely ready to snap.