《Worth》75
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"How many times are you gonna go to jail for that girl hijo? Huh?",my father said to me through the window.
"I'm not in jail papa. I'm in a holding cell. I'll be out soon."
"How do you know that? Your bail is not out this time."
"Dad relax okay. You yelling at me isn't making nothing better. Where is she?"
"Where is who? Your mother?"
"Khia. Where is she? How is she doing?"
"Your asking the wrong person. I told you about that girl. At first she was nice but now I don't know. You've never been in this much trouble before hijo what's going on with you?"
I shook my head at him and asked him to leave and send ma since I know at least my mom will keep tabs on her.
My mom came and switched positions with my father. With tears in her eyes, she touched the glass window and I touched it too.
"How are you corazón?",she asked me.
"I'm okay ma. Don't cry I'll be out of here soon. How's Khia?"
"Hijo she's been at the station more than her job. I think she might lose it. She's trying so hard to get you out of here. She's like a walking zombie she needs you."
"I know ma. They won't let her talk to me."
"How much time do you have left in here? It's been 2 days."
"I don't know mamá."
"Times up",the guard said behind me. I told my mom goodbye and the guard led me back to the holding cell. Locking me up and releasing the handcuffs off of me, I sat on the bed and laid on my back looking towards the gray ceiling. Spending a couple days in here, I can deal with it but a full week, was really getting to me. I couldn't imagine it. I couldn't imagine not talking to Khia either. All communication was lost between us and I could only imagine how Khia is feeling. Her dad got shot in front of her, her boyfriend is locked up, I don't even know what her mom thinks of me now. Probably a murderer. God help me.
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Khia
"Are you gonna eat at all? I swear you've lost like 100 pounds. Look at your cheekbones",ebony said.
I got up from my bed and saw her standing in front of the door with a plate of chicken Alfredo freshly made.
"I don't have a appetite, eb."
"Tiago would want you to eat."
"Tiago is in jail cause of me",I said to her.
"He's not in jail cause of you, just get those papers from trey and call it a day."
"I can't",I told her. The investigators wanted proof that my dad was harassing me or had a record of it and my witness was in jail and the papers I filed, the case is in trey's hands.
"Why not?"
"I went to his office today and he gave me a ultimatum."
"Okay and."
"He wants me to be his girl again in order for him to give me the papers."
"Your kidding me right?",ebony laughed.
"No I'm dead serious."
"That's so childish though and can he really do that? That's against the law, even I know that."
"What can I do?"
"Go to court and defend Santiago but it's gonna take some time."
"I know and Santiago can't miss anymore days off his job and the restaurant and this immigration stuff."
"Girl that's why he got his family. Talk to his dad about the restaurant, ask him to take over for now."
"That's only one thing off the list."
"Can't you have a hand in the immigration thing."
"They won't disclose anything with me because I'm not legally married or anything to him."
"Alright let's figure this out girl while you eat",she said sitting on the edge of my bed handing me a plate of food.
"Okay so maybe I Can get someone to make a letter stating that Santiago gives you permission to know about this immigration case but you'll have to forge his signature."
"Okay. I can do that."
"Now for his job? I don't know. Do you have Marcus number?"
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"I can get it."
"Okay talk to him maybe he can talk to the boss or something."
"Okay sounds good but I'm real impatient. I need Santiago to be out like tomorrow. I'm thinking we could break into trey's law firm tonight."
Ebony looked at me and laughed real hard.
"Oh so your plan is to get locked up too? Okay genius",she said sarcastically.
"I miss him so much",I told her.
"I know but right now he's not here. You gotta boss up for him, girl just like he would for you. If that means having sex with trey and being his girl, then do that."
"For a minute, I thought you was actually going somewhere with this",I told her and shook my head.
After she left my room, I laid on my bed and reread the messages of Santiago and I had wrote to each other before he got locked up. I searched for Marcus number and although it was real late, I called him up anyway and told him to come over.
When he got here, I met him downstairs in the living room while ebony went out some guy she's been dating briefly.
"Look, you pretty and all but I don't want Tiago come in here and kill me",he said with his hands up. I laughed and told him to have a seat.
"It's not even like that ",I said shutting him down.
"Okay good so wasup? Must be an emergency if you asked me to come here."
"It is. You heard about Santiago?"
"Nah I been callin him, figured he was with you majority of the time or went on vacay and didn't tell nobody."
"No he's actually locked up",I said breaking the news.
"What? Again?",Marcus said putting his hand to his forehead.
"Yeah."
"How much is the bail? I could get him out."
"There's no bail."
"Damn. What he in there for?"
"He killed my dad."
"Kill? Oh hell nah. Tiago ain't never killed nobody in his life",he said laughing.
"Well he did. My father is dead."
"Why he kill your dad?"
"Because he was in the middle of raping me."
"Oh damn. This is crazy. But it was self defense right?"
"Yeah but they framed it as a murder. I told the cops it was self defense."
"You touch the gun?"
"No."
"Yeah its not self defense then cause your father wasn't attacking him, he was attacking you. So it's a murder."
"So how can I get him out?"
"You gotta let it ride out. He'll be in there for a minute. What the investigators tell you?"
"They want proof that I was gonna file a sexual harassment case on my dad before all this happened."
"Where it's at?"
"Trey's office."
"Who that?"
"My ex."
"What? Tiago let your ex represent you?",he said surprised.
"Yeah Why?"
"No reason. So why haven't you gotten it yet?"
"He wants me to be his girl before he hands over any papers."
"Okay tell him that."
"What about Santiago? He's not gonna be pissed? I don't want to lose our relationship you know?"
"Santiago will understand. Just make sure you ain't having sex with the dude."
"I don't want to do that."
"Why? Cause you know once you go back to him, you won't want tiago?"
"No. That's definitely not the case."
"So what else you wanna do?"
"Break into his office and get the papers."
He busted out laughing.
"You? Break in? That don't even sound right in the same sentence."
"Can you do it?"
"I got someone that can but I ain't bout to be in the same jail cell as Tiago breakin into places. What's the address?"
I looked in my phone and googled the address.
"Ight so I'll send someone in to see how the inside is built and we'll go from there."
"How long is this gonna take?"
"Give me a week."
I sighed. He touched my chin and said, "cheer up. Tiago my boy, I want him out just as bad as you do."
I looked at him and he was so sure in his eyes.
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