Cellblock E

Wrong Number...Part 1

"Listen Ice, you will thank me for this one day...I don't care what is going on, every home should have a landline." My mother tried to preach, but I wasn't having it.

I rolled my eyes at my mother's words as we watched the man from my spot near the door finish up installing the jack for my new phone line.

"This is going to do nothing but open up the line to have scam calls coming in left and right...oh and let's not forget it is election season and they call every other hour looking for a damn vote." The man snickered at what I said and my mother glared at the back of his head from her spot on my couch.

"Something funny?" My mother asked. The guy looked up and right into my mother's glare and quickly wiped the smile off his face.

"No ma'am...uh everything is done, I'm going to plug up the phone, call in to have it switched on...call the new number and you should be good to go." He kinda rushed it out and put his head back down to finish working; dropping a few tools in the process.

"Mmmhmm..." My mother kept her eyes on him until I waved my hand to get her attention.

"Stop it." I mouthed once her eyes were back on me. She waved her hand dismissively at me before smiling a little.

I walked away from my door and took a seat on my loveseat, I was twenty-four and finally on my own once again. After graduating from Morgan State I ended up moving back home with my mother, step-father and little brother two years ago and let's just cut to the chase...I hated every bit of that shit.

Between the world seeming like it was coming to an end and jobs were slim to none, my step-dad's health taking a hit and my mother needing help with my thirteen year old brother...I found myself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The adjustment to moving back home from dorm life was a bit overwhelming. Having my parents try to micromanage everything I did like I was still in high school was very short lived when I started dropping hint about moving right the fuck out just as fast as I moved in. Hell, even though my step-dad was cool, it wasn't like I was all that tight with him "Oliver" to began with, so I was willing to take out loans, go into debt just to get a place and have my freedom back ASAP!

BUT! Things eased up and slowly we had a nice routine, they minded they business and I did mine. I helped out with my brother Sean while my mom was at work and I did some online work (writing) until the world was back open again.

Was the process slow? VERY! Was I making money? BARELY! Am I in a better space now? :shakes keys to my apartment: FUCK YEAH!

However, back to the now. I jumped out of my thoughts when I heard a phone ring and looked up to see the guy...Jason, looking at us smiling and collecting all of his things.

"Well Ms. Evans, you are all-" The phone started ringing and we all looked at it on the side table.

"Spam Risk..." Jason leaned down and read on the caller ID. I cut my eyes at my mother and she just looked down to her side and grabbed her purse.

"It's getting late, I need to go home and started dinner...still coming over this weekend?" She asked while standing up. I raised a brow at her and just made a nose with my mouth.

"I'm sending you the bill for this." I warned and she just kissed my cheek in response while dude quickly left before she did.

"Once she walked out I shut and locked my door just as the phone rung again.

"You got to be fucking kidding me."

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"So...you have a landline...that you didn't want...and paying for...I wish the fuck I would-" Symone laughed out before I watched her take a bite of her taco.