Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 34

"Michelle, I do have love for you, but we're still young. Why are you talking marriage and having kids"?

"Because I love you Cruze and I want to do all of those things with you".

"Look Michelle. I love being in a relationship with you and all, but I don't know if I want the same things you want".

"What the fuck you mean? Cruze I love you and I've begged you to marry me in the past. Now that your turning eighteen in two months, you have the right to propose. Your going to be a man, and living on your own". I couldn't pay attention to Michelle because I was too busy paying attention to the red and blue lights that were behind us. She saw them too and started to panic. We had been driving for about a good thirty minutes so why were the cops on us now.

"Pull over". We heard a voice from the cop car say. I panicked and kept driving. I didn't know why I wouldn't stop, but I wouldn't. "Pull over now"! The voice demanded.

"Cruze, what are you doing"? Michelle asked nervously. "Pull over like they are telling you to".

"Michelle theres cocaine taped in the back of the car in case you haven't noticed". I said.

"Cruze, I'm scared now". Michelle said looking back at the cops through the back window.

"Pull the vehicle over now"! The cops continued to yell at us. I stomped on the gas and sped down the freeway, zooming past cars and changing lanes. The cops continued to race after me taking me on a high speed chase. Michelle was scared, but she put her seat belt on and grabbed my hand.

"No matter what happens, I'm here for you"! She yelled. After a while of being chased, I noticed that three more cop cars had started to chase me. I sped trying to concentrate on the road. I can admit, I was scared to get caught. That was why I kept on speeding. That's when it happened. I saw two bright tail lights. I closed my eyes and stepped on the brakes. I heard a loud crash and my body flew forward into the steering wheel, then I felt my air bag puff up in my face. When I looked over at Michelle she looked dead, but she wasn't. She rose up holding her bleeding head and took off her seat belt. "What happened"? She asked me. The whole wind shield was shattered and our car was completely smashed into a station wagon. Three police men then ran over to my side of the car with their guns pointed at me.

"Step out of the vehicle"! One officer yelled, and I did. I put my hands up and let them smash me up against the side of the car. They searched me and took six hundred dollars that I had rolled up in my pocket, and took the glock that I had in the front of my pants. Michelle got out and started crying. I watched a couple other police officers start to check the car. They found a black pistol under the drivers seat, and another cop found the two pounds of cocaine taped under the bumper. One cop smashed me up against the car and started to cuff me. He told me my rights and brutally smashed my face up against the car. "Damn, we only wanted to stop you for speeding". The cop laughed.

"Please! No! Don't take him"! I heard Michelle screaming. She was lunging trying to get at me. "I love you Cruze! I love you baby"! By this time, all of the cars on the freeway were speeding past watching me get arrested. The cops walked me over to a police car and one of them palmed the top of my head as I got into the back seat. Some other cops put Michelle into another police car. As we sped off, I knew I was about to be in some deep shit because of the cocaine that they found. I just prayed that shit wouldn't get worse.

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           I spent forty days and forty nights in jail and had to go to court three times all for the judge to sentence me to eight years in prison. I was charged with aggravated fleeing to elude police for that high speed chase, carrying two firearms without a permit, and drug trafficking. New York's gun laws were crazy and having the two guns with me really fucked me up. Since I had no insurance on the car I was driving and it wasn't in my name, they put it all of that on Uncle Ronnie and it sent him over the edge when he found out the fine that he had to pay. I had also been driving without a drivers license and that added a year to my sentence. I never knew why I never got my license. I always had my temps, but that expired years ago. I sat in my jail cell angry every night that I had to spend in it. I had been only making a delivery for Zeus and got scooped up by five-o only because I had been speeding when I was listening to Michelle's mouth, and one incident turned into all of this. I was even more angry at Zeus because of all people, I would expect him to show up to court and support me, but the nigga was no where to be found. He was the person that got me into all of this bull shit. When the feds constantly asked me who I was working for, I kept my mouth shut because I wasn't no snitch nigga. I'll be damned if they took another one of my homies down. They trialled me as if I was an adult because I was turning eighteen in a couple of weeks. I had friends from all over coming to court to support me. They made signs like Free my nigga Cruze and held them up outside of the court house, but when they found out I had six to eight years, someone started a riot. It was crazy that I had so many people from my hood coming to support me. I didn't realize how many people actually loved me until my last day of court. Uncle Ronnie was so angry with me, but he was even more angry at Zeus for getting me into all of this shit. I heard that he didn't step out of our apartment for months after they took me away to prison. I landed in one of New York's worst correctional facilities. It was a struggle. Prison life as a young boy was what I should have been trying my hardest to avoid. They thought just because I was young, that I was vulnerable. All of them fagot ass mother fuckers had me messed up if they thought they were going to rape me. I fought all the time. I stood up for myself, and looked out for myself. After a while of being up in that shit house, niggas just started to get it. They started to understand that I wasn't one to be fucked with. They actually started to grow on me. They knew that the nigga Cruze was actually kind of cool. I started my own crew and we rode together looking out for each other our whole prison experience. I don't really like talking about my prison life much, so I guess my story ends here until I get out.

end of part ll