De'Shawn's POV :

They say the color of your skin doesn't matter anymore. As much as I would like to differ, my case has nothing to do with skin color. It can be your status or record as well. With my man being documented as a serial killer, son of a infamous bloodline, it's just bad luck that it happens to be black male listed under his name. That one detail about a person can turn a slap on the wrist into a death penalty. Being a black man anywhere on the planet earth will make life a living hell for you in the eyes of the law. Let a white man do the same, they'll send his ass to get help and put him back on the streets.

So, here we are. The Smith Family. Generation probably infinity. Once again facing the courts. It's bad enough we're black, but we're also cursed with the blood of his father and father's before. To imagine that this is what I signed up for makes me realize that I must be just as crazy a they are.

Maria: "Are they going to take him away from us?" Maria whispered in my ear. Her eyes are puffy from crying all morning. I'm surprised she's still able to tear up.

Me: "Let's just see what happens sweetie. Daddy needs us to be strong for him right now, okay?" I asked before kissing her forehead. She nodded with tears still in her eyes which only made it harder for me to keep my composure. I wrapped my arms around her and the twins giving them a tight hold for a few seconds. It wasn't long before I noticed that D was a little uneasy. He turned and looked back into my eyes, he mouthed out the words 'I Love You' which is what triggered my tears to drop like boulders as they rolled down my cheeks. "I love you too." I say. My heart sank into my chest as the judge came to his conclusion. Maria & I stood up in anticipation as if we were a kid on the edge of their seats at a good movie. But the moment I heard him sentence my baby to 2 tears in prison, I lost it. I couldn't move, I couldn't say anything. After the gavel hit, the officers cuffed him and dragged him through the side door.

D: "I love y'all, I'll be out sooner than y'all feel. I promise!" He said. The door slammed right behind him and all I heard was total silence. Well, besides my babies screaming and crying for their daddy. This will be a news flash for them. This life shit ain't all unicorns and rainbows. It's something called reality and today's the day that they learn that.

It breaks my heart to know that what I've been praying for not to happen, happened today. I just finally got my family back and now I'm having it taken away from me for two whole years for no reason at all. This feels like deja vu. I've been through this with D before.

For the last couple months, he's been preparing me for this. I'm so glad I listened even though I really didn't want to. I was hoping I didn't have to. I guess we all don't get what we want, especially me. The kids have all zoned out by now, Maria took it the hardest. My goal has been to keep her nerves low as possible. We don't need her stress to cost her the unborn child she has growing inside of her.

Me: "How you feeling mamas? And be honest." I asked as I handed her a hot cup of chamomile tea. She sat in her father's lazy-boy chair snuggled in her favorite blanket he bought her when she was a little girl. I had her place her feet in a small tub of warm water and calming remedies.

Maria: "I feel so high.." she answered. "This water feel so good, and I don't even remember how I was feeling like thirty minutes ago. I know it wasn't this good." She laughed softly. I suppose that's a good thing. She needs to be relaxed as possible.

Me: "That's good," I said with a smile. "I hope we can keep it this way."

Maria: "Yeah, me too." She said taking a sip from her tea. "One thing that's stuck on my mind is that Daddy won't see me have my baby.." She looked at me with pain in her eyes and with the strength in her body, she managed to hold her emotions back.

Me: "Yes, he will." I assured her.

Maria: "How?" She replied.

Me: "I'll make anything you want happen. He's not going to miss that, mamas. I promise." I said before kissing her forehead.

Trinity: "MOMMY!" Trinity yelled in terror from the back of the yacht.

Without hesitation, I ran straight towards the sound of her screaming. The closer I got to the back, the worse the smell got. My lord, what the fuck is going on? I reached Mr.Smith's old office and panicked at the sight of Shario point a gun at his sister's head. I don't how I should feel right now but waited for any accidents to happen isn't an option. I stood between them just in case somehow he pulls the trigger and I snatched the gun out of his hand. I took the bullets out and put the safety back on, terrified to even speak at the moment. He's not scared, he's not crying, and he didn't even run away.

Me: "Boy, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" I snatched him up by his shirt collar. "Don't you ever do no shit like that again, do you hear me?" He nodded and Trinity wrapped her little arms to the back of my thigh. She snuggled her little face against it as she whimpered. Her little body trembled as if she was really scared of her brother. Some felt so uneasy to me as I looked into my babyboy's eyes. He had no type of sympathy, nor did he realize what he just did was wrong.

Maria: "What's going on back here?" Maria asked as she entered the office and turning the light on. "Woahhh, What is that smell?" She scrunched up her face.

Me: "I don't know but I'm finna beat yo brother's ass for pointing a gun at my daughter." I said angrily. "You don't point no damn gun at your sister! The hell is wrong with you?! The damn thing was loaded and everything, who taught you that shit?!"

Shario: "Daddy.." He mumbled.

Maria: "Why would Daddy teach you that?" She asked as she frowned.

Shario: "He said I need to know shoot a gun so I can blast some niggas!" He recited as he made a gun with his fingers and tilted it sideways.

Me: "If I catch yo ass holding another gun, imma blast yo ass. Go take yo ass to the living room and sit the fuck down." I struck him in the behind a few times. He's so lucky I can't give him the ass whoopen I want to. I'm too upset, I don't think I could control myself. Maria took him to the living room where she was and I kneeled down and checked Trinity's body for any bruises and pain. Luckily I didn't find anything. But, I still asked her what lead him to pulling a gun out on her.

Trinity: "I was gone tell on him for taking the gun from a stranger and he said snitches get stitches with the gun in my face." She cried. "I apologize and he said he don't care cause I snitched on him. It was scary!"

Me: "What stranger?" I asked. "Who gave him the gun?"

Trinity: "I don't know." She shrugged. "The man in the closet didn't say nuffin."

Man in the closet? What the fuck did De'Mario get us into this time? This family just can't get one normal day. Just one? goddamnit. I push her underneath the big and dark wooden next. Then, I creep my way over to the closet. I realized that walking my ass over to an unfamiliar closet without a weapon is the dumbest shit to ever do. So, I grab the same gun Shario just had and load it. Pulling the door open swiftly, I was kicked in the nose with the most unpleasant smell ever of rotting corpses.

Me: "Oh, god." I said trying to hold back from throwing up my insides. "Trinity, cover your eyes and nose." I ordered her. My kids were back here playing around dead bodies like it was fucking normal. This is not okay. They could catch something from that shit, right? I look closely at the decomposing bodies and it pretty damn obvious that they're part of the C- Israel..

I slam the door shut and grab trinity before jetting out the room. I demand everyone to get in the shower, then I clean up everything they've touched since they left that room. Clothes and all, mine too. As I was cleaning with anxiety, I nervously called my brother in law Chris. He picked up right away as if he'd been waiting for me to call and agreed to allowing us to go stay with him until D gets out. Within a half an hour, he was pulling up to the dock.

Chris: "Ayo, Sis!!" He yelled, knocking on the door I told him to.

Me: "It's unlocked." He walked in with his eyes wide open and his strap ready to spray. I can see the NOLA written all over him. A couple minutes later, a woman walked who brought back some of my deepest and darkest secrets. "Slim?" I asked while standing in a trance. I always get hypnotized when I see her because I've never been so attracted to a woman before.

Slim: "Shawny?" Her eyes lit up and she ran towards me, jumping in my arms. I missed this girl even though we vowed to never speak of each other again. "I'm so happy to see you're alive. I thought you died a long ass time ago."

Me: "I know," I laughed while tearing up. "A lot of people think I'm dead. But you know you can't kill a real bitch. But I'm glad to see you again. You look just as good as you did before. And, I see you took my advice."

Slim: "Mhm," she nodded. "I sure did."

Chris : "What did I miss?" He asked confusingly as him and Maria stared at us oddly. Slim & I smiled and shook our heads.

Slim: "We met in prison," she started. "We were pretty good friends."

Maria: "Mom, you're talking about when I was like 5?" She questioned. Slim and I nodded.

Slim: "Wait," she gasped. "So, she's the little angel you were talking about?"

Me: "Yeah, that's the one." I answered proudly.

Slim: "Damn, how old is she now? It's really been that long?" She replied.

Me: "Yep, She's sixteen now."

Slim: "Sixteen? Girl, I thought you were older than that." She laughed. "I'm sorry, the baby bump is what threw me off. Congratulations, though. What are you having?"

Maria: "I'm not sure yet, I find out at my next visit." She responded.

Chris: "Where's the Lil nigga that I need to fuck up?" He commented.

Me: "Chris.. we're not visiting that subject anymore. We haven't seen nor heard from the boy since she got pregnant." I admitted. Maria's head dropped in sadness.

Chris: "He bet not pop back up, he gone be counting sheep for the rest of his life." He threatened.

Maria: "Can we please just not talk about it?" She said with emotions attacking her.

Me: "Okay, it's time to go. Trin, Shario, grab your backpacks and let's go." I demanded. They rushed to grab their back packs and came back.

Within a half an hour, we're at Chris' house and began to settle in. They've informed me that there's only one guest room with one king sized bed in it. Some obvious changes are gonna have to be made within the next 2 years but we all can definitely share that big ass bed for now.