A nurse that smelled like spoiled cheese and knock off Cool Water cologne was writing on a chart. She smiled down at the little bundle of joy.

Sadly, he was in an incubator, fighting for his life. Her heart went out to him.

“God will protect you,” the nurse said with passion. “God will watch over you. Your mother did drugs, little one. I’m calling you Super Man. Because you’re a super baby.”

She touched the incubator. “You’ll get stronger everyday. Those drugs will be flushed out of your system. Huh, what did you say little one? Who am I? I’m family. No, Chandra isn’t related to me, but she’s best friends with my daughter Francine.”

Mama smiled victoriously.

“Correction, she was best friends with Francine. She’s one dead little bitch.
She actually thought I was going to let her live! I lost my daughter, so I took her from Francine as well. She’ll be forgotten in a few weeks. No one will remember her name. She will be just another druggie bitch stuck on heroine.”

She scribbled on the chart, and left the room.

Samuel lay in his bunk, tears wetting his face. He couldn’t let his Bunkie see his tears. He wiped them away, wondering how long he was going to be in there. He would use his lawyers and every resource in his power to get out. Yea. He had money. And money bought everyone, including judges.

“Yo,” said his fat Bunkie, looking down from the top bed.

“The name’s Samuel, playah.”

“Yo. What time is Chow?”

“Who knows?”

“You should know. I want to eat. A niggah is hungry, you feel me?”

“No, I don’t.”

“What are you in for?”

He thought about it. “I’m in here for pimping a bitch.”

“Playa, playa! So that means you got money?”

“I’m ok.”

The fat man jumped down off the bed, grabbed the small golf pencil, and stuck it under Samuel’s neck.

He was breathing in Samuel’s face.

“Since you got money, pay me not to fuck you in the ass. I am getting life. I might as well start by fucking you, bitch.”

“I will never…”

He pushed the pencil just under the larynx. “Think about it. Pay for your life. I want money. I’m doing life! I don’t have a family. I have nothing. Mama burned to death in her car. Daddy shot himself in the head.”

“I will not…”

The Fat Dude was pulling down Samuel’s pants. Samuel tried to yell and the Fat Dude pushed the pencil deep in Samuel’s neck.

Samuel was twitching on the bed.

The Fat Dude fucked him until Samuel drew his last breath...