Mamé's POV
"You think I did something wrong?" I asked Jas as we sat on the couch watching TV.
Yatta wasn't answering my phone calls or texts all day. I've been so worried, especially knowing where he was yesterday.
"Doubt it, maybe he's just busy." Jas spoke.
"What would he be doing?" I spoke out loud as I looked at the messages I sent him. I get it if he's busy, but he could atleast tell me so I wouldn't be left guessing. Unless it was something that just came up, I really don't know right now.
I tried to take my mind off the bad and continued to watch TV, but I couldn't take it anymore and decided to text Milli.
Mamé: Hey Milli, you talk to Yatta today?
(4:18pm)
Milli: Been blowing up that nigga line all day. Why wassup??? (4:21pm)
Milli: You good? (4:21pm)
Mamé: He was supposed to pick me up after work. He's not replying to any of my calls or texts....i'm good tho. (4:23pm)
Milli: When the last time y'all talk???? (4:26pm)
Mamé: Last night, he wanted me to call him when I got home. He was supposed to be doing a drop... (4:27pm)
Milli: He say who for?? (4:28pm)
Mamé: No 😩😩 (4:28pm)
Milli: Ight don't worry, me & gang gon be onna look out. He straight I know it. Yatta always got his head on. (4:30pm)
Mamé: Alright, thank you. I appreciate it. (4:31pm)
Milli: Don't worry bout it sis (4:33pm)
I sighed and I tossed my phone to the side of me. "Milli hasn't talked to him either."
"Okay...now I'm starting to get worried." Jas sat up on the couch.
"Jas I don't know what to do! His friends ain't talk to him either. That's how I know something is really up."
"Okay, we just got to relax. I know Yatta wouldn't get caught lackin. I just know he's good. Maybe his phone died and he's just not home? I don't know!" Jas sighed as she turned off the TV.
We sat there for a while in complete silence until my phone started ringing. I answered the unknown number quickly.
"Collect Call from the San Francisco County Jail." My mouth dropped open.
"Press 1 to accept this call and press 2-" I quickly clicked on 1.
It took a moment to connect and once it finally did, I was silent.
"Mamé...." Yatta spoke on the other line.
I scoffed. "Are you serious? What the hell did you do?!" I was damn near yelling at him through the phone.
"It's a long story to explain. They wouldn't let me get the phone sooner..."
"Yatta" I sighed. "You alright? Baby you told me you weren't gonna do anything stupid."
Jasmine hopped off the couch and stood next to me.
He sighed too. "I know. But I gotta tell you sum."
"Tell me." I waited for him to speak again.
"I'm looking at 6 months, at the very least. They tryna charge me with some other shit."
"You gotta be playing." I could've dropped my phone and walked away right then and there. Jasmine was tryna ask what was wrong so I quickly put it on speaker.
"Sad to say that I'm not. I gotta get a good lawyer tho baby. I swear this is not my fault."
"Yatta, how you get caught up!" Jasmine yelled through the phone.
"Chill out, I don't need you yelling at me right now. I'm pissed off too bro." He sounded super irritated.
"Look Yatta, I'll do any and everything I can to help you. Just tell me what I need to do and keep me updated." I spoke.
"I will" He spoke. "I gotta go, I love y'all."
"We love you too." Jas and I both spoke and soon, he hung up.
I stood there still still shocked that this was happening. Everything was just good and boom, we get hit with some bullshit ass news.
"I can't believe this." Jas shook her head as she sat back down.
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"Free my muhfuckin brother!" Tiggz had posted a video on Instagram with him and the gang.
It's been 1 month since Yatta was locked up for illegal handgun possession. My baby was about to catch two charges though. At first they were charging him with attempted murder, but the judge soon ruled it as self defense since he was shot at first. I thank God for that.
Since he used a gun he didn't have a permit for, he was being sentenced to 6 months and had to pay a fine of $1,000 but I paid it off for him. Today, I was going to the county to visit him for the first time. I haven't been able to before because of some bullshit ass excuse they've been giving me about my visitation form. But now that I've gotten that cleared up, I'll be coming to see my man more often.
Since they had pretty strict dress code rules, I wore a plain black T-shirt and some jeans. They also had a big rule on jewelry, but I think that's for a different kind of visitation. So, I kept on the necklace Yatta gave me.
I tied my hair in a low ponytail as I sat in the parking lot. They asked for me to be at the most, 15 minutes early. I went through all the searches and they allowed me to wear the small necklace. I was so glad when they said I was allowed to bring in my keys and phone.
I took my seat and waited for Yatta to be brought to the little station. I didn't how I was going to react when I saw him. I didn't know whether or not I even wanted to cry right now. I really miss my baby. My heart beat sped up once I saw him being escorted towards me by a security guard. Both of our smiles widened once we saw one another. Once he sat down, the guard took the handcuffs off him and he grabbed the phone.
"Hey." I spoke with my smile wide as shit.
"I miss you." He spoke.
"I miss you too. How are you, you good?" I asked.
"I'm straight, thanks to you." He responded.
"I try to put a good amount of money on your account for you, I don't know if it's enough though." I was unsure if I was even helping out.
"Hell yea it's enough, it's more than enough. On God Mamé, you really helping me get through this. The letters you send me really keeping me sane. Niggas in here stay tryna fuck wit me." He watched me intently as he spoke.
I looked down once I felt my eyes start to water. I really miss his ass and I know this 6 months is about to go by so slow.
"Mamé please don't cry, I can't take it." He watched me.
I raised my head up and wiped the few tears that fell. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry bout it." He spoke.
He looked behind him and noticed two other guys before turning back to me. "These my Fillmore niggas. Sleep and Zito." He pointed them out in the back and I waved at them.
"I been on your page, all your followers keep commenting and asking when you getting out and to free you." I spoke.
"Word? Flick me up and post it, tell em that I'm good and thanks for the love." He spoke.
I quickly pulled out my phone and took the picture. I didn't want any of the guards complaining about me having it out.
"I really appreciate you coming to see me." He spoke.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Ion know, maybe you'd be mad or some shit. And you helping out a lot, I really love you."
"I love you too, Yatta. Just please promise me you won't make the same mistake when you get out." I spoke
"I promise I won't, you got my word." He responded.
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MrBlueStrips.Yatta: He said he's good y'all & thanks for the love and support 😘. But crack them gates and free Yatta till it's backwards 💛#FreeYatta #FreeZito #FreeSleep -his girl 💍
As soon as I posted it, all of his female fans started commenting heart eyes. I saw that some were under the picture claiming him, knowing damn well he's mine and only mine.
I brushed it off and scrolled through his timeline. KE had liked and commented on the picture then soon reposted it.
Popit4Cork: Free My Brother💪🏾 #FreeYatta
Free my Moe Niggas ⛽️🅰️🆖 🖕🏾 the judge & the D.A
I scrolled through his Instagram some more before setting my phone down to start my study session.
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