NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 3: CHAPTER THREE
Jaxson and Valco were out walking the streets. Valco is a Mexican American, from New Mexico before moving here into California. He has dark brown hair, dark eyes, dark tan skin, and a mole on his right ear. Whole Jaxson was a black American with mild dark skin, curly black hair that was tied back into braids, and regular brown eyes. Jaxson lived here in the city since he was born, never going out of town unless going to Los Angeles. The city was pretty big but it will never as big as San Diego or LA itself.
They made it down to the women's detention center where they transported inmates here for visits. Jaxson sat down in a small pod designed like any visiting tables as shown on TV and movies.
After a few buzzes, a large black woman in a bright orange inmate uniform sat down behind the glass. A correctional officer unhand-cuffed her to allow the woman to pick up the phone. She had a tight grip on the plastic receiver. She breathed heavily into the mouth piece. Her curly hair was messy from the lack of hygiene. Bags under her eyes, much worse than Jaxson's. She had darker skin than him as well as darker eyes. She glared at him through the scratched tempered glass.
Jaxson stared back before speaking, "How are they treating you?" He spoke softly but annoyed by the fact she was locked up on the first place.
"They don't give out blankets on cold nights. I otta get out of this shit hole." The woman barked. She has the classic black-woman attitude in her tone of voice. Heavy on complains, and angry at everything.
Jaxson just stared at her once more. "I have the bail money."
"Nahh keep it. You need it most. I'm here, living under a roof for free. That's all that matters."
"I have a plan to get back at Captain Heyy."
"No! You better not screw up your life just to find this whore!" She stood up and banged on the window.
Jaxson sat there emotionless. "He put you and Auntie Shell and Auntie Laila in here in the first place."
"Doesn't mean you should be stuck up here too!"
"I'll murder him before they catch me. Watch me. I won't end up here, this is a woman's center."
The black woman banged on the glass as Jaxson hung up the fake phone and walked away. Her screams blocked form the thick barriers. Officers had to detain her from how she reacted.