Page 49 of This Is Law 3

Chapter Twenty

DUTCH THORNE

Two months later

“Thorne, you can come out now,” one of the guards said to me, after he opened the door that was made of steel.

I was in solitary confinement, or ‘the hole’ as people liked to call it.

I’ve been locked up in this bitch for the past sixty days.

The niggas in this jail were trying to take my ass out, and I had been in here, fighting for my life, trying to stay alive, and that’s what landed me in the hole in the first place.

I’ll walk anywhere in this jail freely, not giving a fuck about any of these weak ass niggas, but the one place that I was hesitant to go was the showers.

In the showers is where I was the most vulnerable because I literally didn’t have shit on me to protect myself.

At least, when I was in my cell, I kept some shit up under my pillow or in the wall, that I could use for protection, but when we got in those showers, all I had was my hands.

Two months ago, I was in a fucked-up place, mentally.

I’m still in a fucked-up place, though. I had been having back, and forth conversations with Noelle, as she was preparing for our son’s funeral services.

It was a hurt like no other, knowing that I couldn’t be there for my boy as he was laid to rest, and that’s what fucked with my mind the way it did.

The night after the funeral, when we were back in our cells, and the coast was clear, I called Noelle, just to see how everything had gone at the funeral, and the shit she told me shocked me.

I learned from her that someone pulled up to the gravesite, as they were putting Kross into the ground, and they emptied the hole clip into his casket.

That shit enraged me. I asked her if they had an idea on who could have possibly did that shit, but she told me that they didn’t because the person was dressed in all- black, fully covered, not showing any skin, and once the gun shots rang out, everyone pretty much left.

I knew that it was no one other than Sevyn that had done that shit, though.

There wasn’t a nigga alive with bigger balls than him to do that shit, so even though Noelle was saying that she didn’t know who was responsible for it, I knew who it was without a doubt.

“Man, just leave me in here. I don’t care if I have to sit in this bitch until I go to court next month. I ain’t got it in me to be fighting with them lil niggas no more. I prefer being isolated, and away from them anyway,” I called out to the guard, as I lay on my back, refusing to get up.

“We’re not going to take you back to your cell. We’ll keep you isolated until your court date. We understand the severity of putting you back out with the rest of the population, so we won’t do it. Come on. I’ll walk you over now,” the officer said to me.

This was the same officer that brought me to the hole 60 days ago.

Young, black officer, probably in his early 30’s.

Big, cocky nigga that needed to be on someone’s football field, instead of working here at this jail.

Since his uniform shirt was short sleeved, you could see the full sleeve tattoos that he had on his arms. His name was officer Jones, and from what I knew about him, I could tell that he was laid back, and he took his job serious.

I stood up, body aching because this shit that they called a bed was the worst thing to sleep on.

I walked out of the hole, and he chained me up from my hands, and my feet.

He closed the door back, and I walked on his side, as he led us out of this area.

It felt like we were walking for over five minutes, and I grew a little nervous, not knowing where he was getting ready to take me, but we eventually made it over to another area that was similar to where I had previously been.

It was much quieter over here. It felt like I was at a part of the jail that was left abandoned.

There were steel doors, just like the one that I’d just come out of.

Officer Jones removed the chains that I had on my hands, and feet, and he used the many keys that he had on him, so he could unlock the door for me. It was a little dim inside.

I turned my head so that I could look back at him.

“Ya’ll niggas going to be remember that I’m in here?” I asked, followed by a laugh. He laughed too, put his hand on my shoulder, pushed me in, and he closed the door quickly behind him.

There was a light in the room, but it was weak, and it made that annoying, buzzing noise.

It kept flickering, but when it flickered, it would only get darker.

For one second, it flickered again, but the room lit up for a little bit, and like some shit from a horror movie, when a figure pops into the screen that you weren’t expecting, that’s what just happened here.

The lights flickered on, and I could see a figure standing in the corner of the room.

Dressed in all black, with his hands down in his pockets, looking over at me.

“Zzzzzzz,” that’s the sound that the light was making, and after a second, it cut off, and it made the room pitched black.

I looked around, backing up a little bit, and when it flickered back on, this nigga was standing right in front of me.

The hood was removed from his head, so I could see him clearly.

The light flickered off again, and he disappeared.

I stammered back a little bit, and when the lights came on again, he was now on the side of me.

I got a clear shot of his face, only for the room to go pitched dark again.

“Stop fuckin playing with me nigga” I roared, trying to keep my voice to sound normal, but deep down, I didn’t like this feeling of not being in control. That feeling of the lights flickering off, and on, not knowing where he was going to pop up next was the worst.

I heard him release a sinister laugh.

“Playing? Motha fucka, I’m about to kill you. Who’s playing?” he asked in a joking kind of way, and before I even had the time to process this shit, something pierced inside of me, getting me right in my stomach.

I didn’t have a clue what the object was, but it was sharp, and my hands reached down, holding my stomach.

My hands were drenched. When the lights flickered on, I was able to look down and see the blood that was on my hands, along with the blood that had gotten on the floor.

I looked up, and the lights stayed on for a while, and with that, Law was standing right in front of me, and he was smiling.

“I came here to disrupt,” he voiced, and this crazy ass nigga swung whatever the fuck he was holding in his hands, not giving a fuck where it landed.

He got me on my cheek, my ear, and my arm. I was leaking blood everywhere, and the lights flickered off again, making me almost tumble over, but I was able to catch it.

“Don’t fall nigga. Don’t die on me, yet. This shit getting fun,” and not even having a chance to respond, something came my way, and it was this nigga’s foot, kicking me right in my face.

I felt teeth fly out of my mouth, and my nose started dripping blood profusely. That kick sent me down on my ass, struggling to catch my breath.

“Get the fuck up! Motha fucka, get up!” he roared. The lights were back on, and he was in front of me.

“Fuck…. fuck you nigga!” I spat. He was bent down in front of me, and I could finally see the sharp object that was in his hand. This nigga had a machete in his hand, and that’s why I was bleeding like this.

“I been waiting on you to get out of the hole, nigga. Had that shit on my calendar, like I was counting down the days until Christmas. You just don’t know how much this day means to me, man.

See, at first, I was going to let the niggas in here handle my dirty work, but I had to get in the field and do it on my own.

You took my pops, and my grandma from me, man.

Ain’t no way I was going to let another nigga kill you for me.

I had to do it. I thought to myself, how the hell am I going to get into this jail, and kill this nigga?

I was quickly reminded that I was, and will forever be that nigga, so it was easy for me to have my way,” he finished, and then he swung that machete again, this time, getting me right in my chest.

That’s the one that had me yelling out and hunching over.

“Yeahhhhh nigga! There it go! I need to hear the same screams coming from you that my mama put out when she found her husband dead on her front porch!” he released, swinging the knife again, striking me in my neck this time.

My head went back into the wall, and my body was slumped over.

I had no more fight left in me. My body was losing blood in so many places, so I physically couldn’t even stand up anymore.

“Why you killed him? Just answer me that,” he wanted to know, still right in front of me.

In this moment, it didn’t feel like I was looking into Law’s eyes. I don’t know if I was losing too much blood, and it was fuckin with my brain, but it felt like I was looking up at Knox.

Instead of angering him, I just groaned from the pain.

“That’s not the answer that I’m looking for,” he plunged the knife into the other side of my neck, and here I was, holding onto both sides of my neck, choking on my own blood.

“Tell me before you take your last breath,” he chastised the fuck out of me.

“I… was jealous… hurry up... and kill me nigga,” were the last bit of words that I could get out.

“Turn up in hell with your son when you get there. Good riddance, motha fucka. The world is going to be a much better place without you,” and with a total black out on his end, he proceeded to slamming that knife into every part of my body.

The off and on flickering from the lights, matched the tempo that he was using to jam the knife into me.

My body went through every piece of torture that it could possibly go through until there was no fight left in me, and I closed my eyes.

I truly never thought that this day would come.

I thought that this would be one of those things that I took with me to the grave.

Nothing came as a surprise that Law acted on his own get back and didn’t get another nigga to handle his dirty work.

He had his father’s blood running through his body, and I’d raised him up to be this kind of monster.

I guess that bullshit ass saying that they’ve been reciting for years about what’s done in the dark comes to the light is true. For years, I’ve always thought that that was some bullshit. I guess it wasn’t.