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up. He was like a brother growing up but as he got older, I became afraid of his friends. Not him, just the guys he ran with. The ordeal was over, and Weston had no bond but seeing Tone show up made me feel extra safe. ‘what’s up with you skinny? I been told you, you had to watch ya’ back in these streets. It ain’t all sweet like your mom and pops tried to make you believe. I know it seem like a brotha’ be on one most of the time, but you have what me and Iya like to call a sheltered existence. That shit can get you hurt. I ain’t show up to preach or no shit like that. I just want you to know I care about you. Regardless of what my actions may demonstrate contrary to being the type of dude that cares. I got love for you kinfolk and that’s til I Iay still for the last time.’ He was super intense, but I agreed and told him I understood. I explained that I had no idea Weston was a real-life monster.
Night time was the hardest to deal with. I was caught up in not wanting to be bothered but no desire to be alone. I watched the clock. I thought about Weston. I wondered what his fate would be. I felt stupid for be- ing concerned when the message from everyone was that he was scum of the earth and deserved the harsh- est punishment the state could hand down. Dare I say, all I wanted was to understand how he was that person when to me, for the entire time, he was so good. On the eighth day my parents finally took my word that I was okay to be at home alone. Ring-ring-ring the house phone chirped. I rolled from the couch and grabbed it fully expecting a telemarketer or a family member when an unfamiliar voice said, “You are receiving a collect call from an inmate in Bulsward County holding. Will you accept the charge?
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