Down For You

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KAYNE
(Cane)
"Easiness only makes you weaker"

A new inmate was guided into my jail cell by one of the guards. He looked at her and smirked, his eyes filled with lust.

Most of these sick horny bastards have no wife and live alone, jacking off to porn all day and sleeping. Just like the pigs they are.

What I learned about them is, they evaluated you to check if you were easy and if you were they treated you good until they got the opportunity to fuck. After they got tired of you, they threw you away like a piece of trash. It's crazy how woman are just objects in here.

The only guards that were different were Leo and Amar. They looked out for us, especially me, and I'm forever grateful for them. The prison would be nothing without them.

Prison is like school, you don't want to be here but at the end of the day you learn something. Prison, no matter what, makes you harder. Unless you already are like me. Outside I was the well-respected fiancé of the biggest drug lord. Keyword: was. Fuck that nigga now.

I eyed the new meat that walked into my jail cell. She eyed me very hard before sitting down on the old beaten up mattress. The guard eyed me trying to see if I was down and I flicked him off. Like I'd ever touch his musty, dusty, rusty, 'I can only last a minute' ass anyways.

I looked over at the girl as she was laid out on the bed eagle style, just looking up.

"Can you stop fucking looking at me?" she hissed at me, shifting in her bed. She's weak.

"I've never seen a girl try to be hard so bad, that's all." I laughed as I sat back in my bed.

"Did I ask you to give me a self evaluation?" she asked rudely.

"Listen, I ain't even did shit to you, lil bitch. But it ain't a problem for me to help you find out who you talking to. If you were in any other cell, the girls would've been either stripping you down or stomping you out. You're lucky you caught me on my nice day"

"Fuck off. I'm as tough as it gets." She said briefly looking at me making me chuckle.

"We'll see bout that. How'd you get in here, softie?" I asked.

"Someone ratted me out" She muttered, eyeing me. "How bout you?"

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Flashback

November 2014
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"Mom!" I shrieked in embarrassment as she wiped my face with a wet wipe.

"You had something by your mouth, Kayne! Stop acting like a lil baby" she said half smiling as she bursted into her fits of coughing.

"I wish there was a way to cure you, ma. I hate to see you like this. It breaks me." I mumbled as I sipped my glass of water.

"This is how I am to go, Kayne. Don't have any sympathy for me, you know I hate that." She mumbled as she began to eat her salad.

My mom battled severe sarcoidosis, a inflammatory disease in which clumps of inflammatory cells, form in various organs. Hers is in her lungs which is why she coughs up mucus.

"Kayne Paline!" I heard a loud voice say behind me before I was being forced to stand up.

"Kayne.. what did you do?" My mother said a look of fear and disappointment filling her eyes.

"N-nothing..." I said as tears flowed out of my eyes. To be ripped away from my mom right now was the worst time.

Before I could say I love you to my mom, they dragged me outside. It was a swarm of them, I could only imagine the hurt in my moms face.

5 minutes later, I was in the back of a cop car, just pulling myself together.

"You didn't even read me my rights! I didn't do anything, you've got the wrong one." I yelled at the Caucasian officer.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Hanna Vane and Angel Vane. Did you read them their rights before taking two innocent lives?" He muttered the last part but I surely heard him.

There's only one man that could've done this. His name written clearly all over it. Dante.

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End of Flashback

January 2015
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"Damn. Has he even came to visit you or anything" She sat up in her bed, seeming way more interested in me then before.

"No, not at all. But that's alright. I don't wanna see that fuck nigga anyways. He'll get what's coming to him soon enough. All I'm worried about is my handsome baby boy." I said smiling and rubbing my stomach.

"It's his baby?" she asked dumbly.

"I outta slap the shit out you right now. Yes it's his damn baby." I said mugging her.

"I'm just asking damn. You coulda been an undercover hoe" She shrugged.

"Don't let no shit like that ever come out your mouth bout me." I said laying down on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

Even though I always kept my tough exterior, I was soft as hell inside. How could Dante do this to me?

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