go to school with. He ran with a local Blood click on her block. Even though the ladies of Twenty-Gang werenât actually a gang like the Bloods and the Crips, she and her home girls had love for the color-clad hardheads from the block. They didnât give a shit about a color. They were just some cool-ass neighborhood guys. A few of the girls were even in relationships with some of the bangers.
Scruggs was short, with a baby face. He was young, but his eyes were those of an old man. Most striking thing about him was the radiant smile that he used to hit all the girls with, the same smile that he was flashing at Eve from the six-by-six cell.
âWhatâs good?â Scruggs asked from behind the little grated window.
âGimmie a second,â Eve said to the lady guard. The guard held up one finger to let Eve know that she had one minute. âWhat up, my nigga?â she asked, putting her fist to crisscrossing wires.
âTrying to live,â he replied solemnly. âBut I donât seem to be doing a very good job of it.â
âI guess didnât nobody tell you that this was a ladyâs facility?â Eve joked.
âVery funny, girl. Nah, you know they had me housed a few miles from here and shit. A nigga got into something with a heavy hitter and they moved me up outta the jail. Talking some safety shit. He fucked up, and Iâm still walking âround. Niggaz ainât hard like we, ma. Iâll only be here till tomorrow, then Iâm shipping further up. Theyâre keeping me caged for my whole visit.â
âWhat the fuck happened?â
âMan, this crab nigga tried to come at me sideways. Eve baby, you know the kid ainât no troublemaker, but I ainât have a whole lot of choices. Son came and I laced him. I carved into that boy over and over. I swung that blade until my arms got tired. The fucked-up part wasâ¦I did it more out of fear than anything else.â
âDamn, kid.â Eve sighed. âHomey died?â
âDead as a fucking doornail, ma.â
âSo whatâs the word?â
âThe word is, Iâm fucked. When the bulls rolled in, I was still holding the shank.â
âYou gonna try to fight it?â
âFight it,â Scruggs said with a grim look on his face. âBaby-girl, Iâm already in on a body. Theyâre probably gonna try and fry me behind this shit.â
âWhat about fam and them,â Eve asked referring to Scruggsâ gang. âThem niggaz ainât trying to put no money up for your lawyer?â
âFuck them niggaz,â Scruggs said. âI blame all of that dumb shit for getting me into this.â
âYouâre talking crazy now,â she said in disbelief. âThatâs ya click. How you gonna kick shit on em?â
âLet me put you up on something, ma. We ainât that far apart in age, but Iâve been at this a lot longer than you have. All that shit they kick in the hood is garbage. Donât get me wrong, thereâs quite a few dawgz that keep it funky, but the majority of them niggaz ainât keeping it gangsta.â
âIt canât be that bad, man.â
âEve, them niggaz shitted on me when I got bagged. I ainât get no visits, no packages, no letters. Not a goddamn thing. And the punch line is, I caught my case for the set. Me and that boy didnât even know each other well enough to dislike one another. Our only crimes were being from opposite sides of the color lines. This shit all chalks up to belonging. I did it all to belong.â
âDonât give up, Scruggs,â she pleaded. âYou can get up outta this. I mean, even if you do get a lil more time on top of that youâre still young. You couldââ
âFuck that,â he said cutting her off. âEve, I ainât built for the kinda time theyâre gonna try to give me. Iâd go crazy. They got my back against the wall, ma.