Kaylee

It's been a couple of hours since I got sentenced to death. Am I scared? No. Do I deserve it? No, but because of all that I did it's the result of my actions. What more can I do about it? Absolutely nothing. I know Maycee is crying uncontrollably and Maverick is lost at what's going on? He probably doesn't know that I'm going to die in about two weeks.

What if he hates me?...

Two weeks man...

I wanted to live to see Me and Macey together, married, having some beautiful ass children, and Maverick with us as well. He's like a brother slash son to me. Now I got two weeks before I'm put the death and I can't even spend it with them telling them both how much I love them.

That judge sucked ass, but I guess it's best to put a "dangerous" nigga behind bars, better yet, put to death.

"Kaylee Williams?" My thoughts were interrupted. I was in a room. Not sure why, but I'm hoping this person can tell me why. It was a lady dressed nicely in a dark blue pencil skirt and blazer, with a white button up and black heels. Blonde hair blue eyed beauty.

"Yes?" I asked eyeing her up and down. Her hair was pulled into a slick low bun, "I'm Heather Bowen, nice to meet you." She smiled intently. It creeped me out. She held out her hand wanting to shake mine. I swear her name and face looked familiar, I just couldn't figure out who she was.

I starred at her hand and back at her with an eyebrow raised. She withdrew her hand and pulled her chair out taking a seat. She happily opened her brief case and slapped a paper down, unrolling it. It looked like a blueprint of a really big place.

"Why are you here, what is this, and how the fuck am I involved in it?" I asked giving her the death glare.

I honestly don't know this person. This blueprint she has is for what? How did she even get in?

She stood up and walked over the door pressing these two buttons.

I know one is for the window cause you can control who sees from the otherside of it. I'm not quite sure what the other was for.

She let her hair down and untucked her white button up and loosened the first three buttons. She ruffled up her hair a bit and took off her glasses. Did I mention she had on glasses?

"Heather?" I asked wide eyed. I never thought I'd see her here. This is what she decided to be?

"Hey boss," She smiled innocently.

"Don't call me that, I told you." I chuckled, "Why are you here... h-how did you even get in?" I asked baffled.

Heather worked for me when I was working with Ricky. She was one the main reasons my money was steady coming in. She would get everything done right and please my clients with the highest satisfaction. She was doing it because she needed to pay for her mother to be buried properly, she was killed by the person who kidnapped her sister. Her father? Well he comitted suicide shortly, after her mom died, in front of her. It's a sad story to hear, let alone, witness. She didn't really have any other family, but her little sister named Heaven, who was kidnapped and never found. Heather still searches till this day, but never did have any luck on finding her. I felt bad and of course I had to help her. She was a sweet person and was beautiful before the drugs settled in, but by how she looks now she must have gotten clean.

I helped her get an apartment, pay for her education at a local community college, and pay for her parents funeral. She told me she would stop prostituting, finish school, and get a nice job. She promised me she would pay me back, but I never insisted on making sure she did. I just wanted her to make something of herself, and from my current situation it looked like she did.

"I did it..." She smiled, "I did like you said and I worked, now I'm here. I finished school and went to a law school shortly afterwards. I became a lawyer and had enough money to get a big house out in St. Louis. I own a black BMW, I'm married to fine hunk by the name of Lorenzo, and I have a beautiful baby boy named Lorenzo Jr." She giggled.

"Great Heather, I'm really proud of you." I halfed a smile. It's true I'm happy for her, but while she's living luxuriously, I'll be somewhere getting shot up with poison as a punishment. Soon enough, buried six feet underground in a box. If they even care to bury me in a casket, or bury me at all.

A sad look spread across her face. I guess she knew why I had made that face. She read that my smiled wasn't holding up what I truly felt.

"Remember I told you I was going to pay you back?" She asked referring to her old promise.

I nodded my head wishing it was earlier than this time. It's two late. What will I do with a large sum of money with two weeks to live while in prison. Bail isn't optional in this case.

"I know I'm late, but because I'm a lawyer and a damn good one, Money isn't what I'm using to pay you back." She said.

I looked at her confused, "What can you do Heather? It's been finalized that I'm going to be put to death in two weeks. You can't do anything, but say goodbye and pray for me." I said looking away.

"No you're not." She said catching me off gaurd.

"Whatchu mean?" I asked snapping my head at her, "Did you not hear the judge?" I asked.

"Of course I heard the judge I was there. I mean I can help you get out of your death sentence for a smaller sentence." She said digging back in her briefcase.

"How exactly? I got charged with a first offense human trafficking charge, which automatically puts you on deatg row, plus ten counts of a mixture of first and third degree murder. How the fuck can I possibly get a smaller sentence on some charges like that?" I asked.

"Let me do my job my love. Trust me I can get you out." She says.

I shake my head in disbelief, but she comes near me and sits on the table in front of me. I was close to her body feelong the heat radiate from it. Her hands grazed my face and faced me towards her starring into her icy blue eyes.

"I promised to pay you back from everything you helped me with. You helped me get my life back, and I'm going to help you get yours." She smiled.

She got off the table and rounded back to the other side. She started to roll up the blueprint.

"Umm what was- SHIT!" I yelled making her jump.

"The letter!" I yelled pulling at my handcuffs. I banged them against the table...shit hurted like a bitch.

"What letter Kaylee?" She asked.

"I sent my girlfriend a goodbye letter. I told her how much I love her and how sorry I am..." I said palming my face.

"Ok..." she dragged.

"Ok and I told her that by the time she got my letter I would be dead. It takes a week to process my letter through the system to make sure it's not a plan to escape or anything, then it'll be a couple of days before she gets it and she's staying at my house. I told her to stay, but she probably left already. So she may not even get it. If this goes through she's gonna think I'm dead and it's going to crush her." I spoke sadly not even realizing the water drops that dripped through my fingers onto my orange pants.

"I have to go," She said not even acknowledging that my girlfriend is going to think I'm dead when I'm not.

"I'm sorry Kaylee, but I'll do everything I can to help you get back to her." She smiled. I nodded and she closed her briefcase and left.

Soon after the guards came and got me puting me back in my cell on the far end of the prison. I guess this is what you would call maximum security. They kept me on suicide watch and all that shit. I don't know why hell it's either kill yourself or wait to be killed. I'll take my chances...

I just hate that I sent that letter before Heather showed up, but hopefully she can get me a shorter sentence or whatever it is she was talking about. I miss my baby and my lil man.

Macey

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Macey why you crying?" I was startled by Maverick and quickly put the letter down, and stuffed it into a drawer. I wiped the tears on my face and smiled at him.

"Because I'm thinking about something," I lied.

"So when you think about something you cry?" He asked scratching his head with his index finger. How could I explain what I just said? It was quick to come to my mind, but the explanation part didn't come with it.

"I..I.." I stuttered, "Why don't you go get dressed. We're gonna go see grandma," I said. His eyes lit up like fireballs and he took off towards the room.

I may...or may bot have told him she was doing fine.

I know I should have told him, but I got a call the other day and they said she started to get better so I figured she would be doing ok when we visited. Don't judge me, shit. Try looking into the eyes of a Five year old who has no one but me as family and say the person who actually gave a fuck about us is dying.

It's hard and I was scared about how he would react. We're going to go visit her in about an hour.

I walked back into the kitchen and opened the drawer pulling out the tear stained letter. This killed me deeply inside, but I can't show it. Not in front of Maverick.

I bit my lip as it started to quiver, tears threatened to leave my eyes, my body wanted to go weak.

Dear Macey,

I can't say how much I love you. You are the most beautiful person I've ever met. Your smooth mocha skin, your short curly brown hair soft to the touch, your chocolate brown eyes, and your smile that can warm my heart. You're a very strong young lady and I'm thankful that I've met you and was able to love you and be there in the ways that I have been. I just want to apologize for everything. Yes, I cheated and lied about a lot of things. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I'm just so fucking sorry. I want to say it a million times although I know it may not matter. I'm sorry I won't be there when you need me, but remember I'll always be in your heart. I'm cleaning my soul and preparing for what's to come. I'm sure by the time you get this I'll be getting ready to be executed. I hate to break it to you like that, but it's going to happen. Tell my lil man that I will always love him and that he needs to make sure to protect his big sister at all cost. I already know he'll take care of you. If I could just see your face one more time. One more kiss, one more night of love making, and one more night of living life like it's my last the right way. I'm a bad person and bad people must face their consequences. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but you'll always have my heart. Think of the good things we had and not the bad. Continue to do what you do as a person and big sister. Also Please keep the baby...for me. I know you're scared to keep it, but I don't want you regret your decision. Remember when we were 15 and we talked about having a family together? I won't be there, but he or she will know my spirit. I know it'll be the most beautiful baby ever. You're welcome to keep my house, car, and money if you need it. I'll still be there for you spiritually. 12/25/2012 forever baby. You'll always be mine, but I want you to love again. I'll be your gaurdian angel and your protector from above. I love you ♡

Till we meet again...

-Yours truly, Kaylee La'reign Williams.

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Y'all I swear I almost cried writing that letter. If you think about it it's just so sad. I find this more to be a filler chapter. Excuse any mistakes though.

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