54 Entering Juvinale Prison
As Friday morning broke, I jumped out of bed with anticipation and swiftly dressed, aware that I had a couple of hours before my departure. There were so tasks I needed to attend to before heading out.
First, I decided to sit down with my family for the first ti in days. Although communication had been strained. We exchanged a few awkward words, trying to bridge the gap that had ford between us.
Afterward, I went to my room and gathered so personal belongings. There were a few cherished items that I wanted to take with to the juvenile prison. They held sentintal value and would serve as a reminder of ho during my ti there.
With my belongings in hand, I paused before the family photo hanging on the wall. I stared at it and for a mont, I felt a pang of emotion, but I quickly shook it off. This was all part of my plan, and I couldn't afford to let sentintality cloud my judgnt.
I put my luggage bag in the living room and Without saying a word to my parents I walked past them and went to Eman's house,
When he opened the door, his eyes lit up with happiness.
"Dionis!" he exclaid, giving a warm hug and kissing my forehead. "I've missed you."
"Get the fuck off , Gay fuck," I said, pulling away. Despite the harsh tone, I couldn't help but crack a smile at his genuine enthusiasm.
Eman chuckled. "HAHAHA Alright, alright. Co in, Dionis." He gestured toward the house with his arm.
"No, I don't have ti," i said in a truly serious tone.
Eman knew imdiately what it was about, his expression turned serious. "What's going on?"
"Eman, as you know I'll be gone for six months, and during that ti, anything could happen to my people and our surroundings. I trust you and Darjan the most in the organization, so I'm leaving you both in charge," I declared, placing a hand on his shoulder.
His eyes widened with surprise. "What!? Are you for real?"
"Yea, now let tell you what you'll do till I'm back. Listen carefully. I'll give you my trap phone where it has the numbers of Seba and Adem, use only this phone to make business calls," I handed him over the phone before continuing.
"You and Hamza will handle the ecstasy shipnts from Seba and deliver them to Darjan. Darjan and David will handle the selling to the Krasniqi's. Do you understand? And keep things quiet and low-profile until I return. The fewer people involved, the better. Make sure you don't attract any unwanted attention, other wise your head could be gone. Also pay our n 500$ Per month no more or less."
"Shit, this doesn't feel real Dionis, when you return I'll be 18 and most of our n will be too. But I can't help but feel a creeping fear that soone might target us while you're away."
"Don't worry," I assured him, my voice steady and confident. "As long as you keep your head down and focus on your tasks, we'll be fine. If anything serious happens, co to the juvenile prison and get in touch with . I'll provide guidance, although I doubt you'll need it but visit only if you need . And rember, only let Darjan know about my absents, alright?"
"Alright, Dionis," He replied, his heart heavy with gratitude for all I had done for him. "Thank you for everything so far. If there cos a ti when I must sacrifice myself for our business, I'm willing to do it."
"Heh, no need to talk like that," I chuckled, "You know , I always make moves that benefit in the long run. Sure, it might seem like I did it just to help you, but that might not be the case, bro. you'll understand why later."
After sharing a heartfelt farewell with Eman, I hugged him before heading over to Eva's place.
Upon arriving to the front door of her big house, I knocked, and her mother graciously answered the door. Strikingly, she resembled Eva so much that it was as if Eva had aged only thirty years.
"Hello there, who might you be?" She inquired with kindness in her voice.
"Yo, I'm a friend of Eva's. Could you please call her? I need to talk to her," I replied.
"A friend, heh? Sure, give a mont," she said with a playful wink.
After a brief wait, Eva appeared at the front door, clearly surprised to see . "Dionis, what's wrong?" she asked with concern.
"Co, let's sit in your backyard," I suggested, making my way to one of the green plastic chairs. Eva settled down beside .
"Dionis, you're making nervous. Are you thinking of breaking up with ?" Her voice quivered as she imagined various scenarios, unable to fathom what I was about to say.
"No, it's not that. I won't be able to see you for the next six months. I'm going to juvenile prison," I staright up admitted, staring at the grass beneath my feet.
"What?! Dionis, did you do sothing?"
"Yes, it's because of you. Rember that ti I brought my friends and got into a fight with your ex's friend to protect you?"
"Yea... don't tell because of that?? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Dionis." She said slowly tears showing up on her eyes.
"Yes, but don't worry. I did it because I love you and hope to spend my entire life with you," I said, gazing into her eyes with sincerity.
She stood up, tears welling up in her eyes, and hugged tightly. I stood up as well and embraced her in return.
While we were hugging, a wicked grin crept onto my face.
I had intentionally lied about the reason for going to juvenile prison to manipulate her into feeling sorry for and to coerce her into staying with until I chose to end the relationship. After all she would feel so guilty of cheating during my ti since I would be rooting away in prison because of her.
After we released our embrace, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Will you wait for until I co back?"
"Y-Yes, of course. I'd wait even ten years for you, my love!" she enthusiastically replied.
But I couldn't have cared less; she was just a pawn to . I was too lazy to find another woman as attractive as her, so I used her as my own cum bag. The only woman I envisioned pursuing with true passion was the ladies' family boss, Albedo.
"Good, good. We'll have a beautiful ti, Eva. Goodbye."
She grabbed my hand as I walked away, "No, why? Stay with for your last few minutes here."
"No, I don't have the ti." I coldly pulled my hand out of her grip.
Without any further words, I left.
As I arrived back ho, my parents greeted with judgntal and disgusting glances.
The ti had co for to leave, so I grabbed my luggage bag, and we all climbed into the car and began the one-hour drive to the juvenile prison. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was heavy with silence, and halfway through the journey, my mother broke down in tears again.
Upon arriving at the juvenile prison, I clung tightly to my mother, her tears and sobs staining my shirt. "Dionis, Mom will be waiting for you at ho. Please stay strong," she pleaded through her tears.
"Yea... I'll co back stronger than ever!" I replied with a smile while hugging her.
Then I dabbed my brother up and when I tried to hug my father, he coldly rejected the gesture, and with that, I stepped inside the imposing walls of the juvenile prison.
Inside, I found myself amidst a group of delinquents, all sitting on chairs and awaiting instructions at the reception area. Eventually, an instructor led each delinquent to a private room for individual assessnt. When it was my turn, I entered the room and sat down in front of an old woman who was busy with her computer.
"Dionis Asani, huh? You're one bad boy, aren't ya?" she remarked, her eyes scrutinizing .
"Yeah, I guess..."
"Anyways you'll be in maximum-security juvenile prison for six months. I am your personal doctor, and I'm here to conduct a basic health assessnt."
She proceeded to examine thoroughly, and afterward, I was directed to another room, resembling a classroom, where I joined others sitting down.
The "class" began, during which they explained our daily schedule and educational programs, introducing us to important staff such as nurses and teachers. It was a mundane and tedious session, but crucial for our adjustnt to the prison environnt.
After the class, I was permitted to enter yet another room, where I found myself alone with two guards.
They perford a ticulous search of my entire body, even using an X-ray machine to ensure I didn't have any hidden weapons inside my body. Then, they took away my clothes, replacing them with a blue prison uniform instead of the typical orange one.
Now suited up as a juvenile, I was led through a hall where the delinquents resided behind bars. Two officers walked behind , guiding through the area where teenage boys sat, their expressions lifeless. Finally, a door stood before , and as the two guards opened it, I was shoved inside, the door quickly slamming shut behind .
I found myself in the heart of a vast cellblock, filled with tal chairs and tables scattered around, surrounded by cells. The prison ambiance was unmistakable, and the realization of my situation sank in further. It was indeed a maximum-security juvenile prison.
Seated at a table in front of was a group of teenagers, adorned with small tattoos, their eyes locking onto mine as I entered. One of them couldn't resist taunting , "Whatcha lookin' at pussy? co here, let eat your little ass, bitch boy?"
"Shut your gay ass up bro." my response seed to stoke his anger even more.
He stood up from his seat ready to fight.
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