You should have read this.
I went through the door first, and he shot at my side, hitting me, but I shot back twice.
one to his head and one to his chest.
Part 2 of the chapter "First Time I Bleed"
Me narrating:
You know me by now.
Eva Teller, the third child of Gemma and John
an daughter of Anarchy
Well, Alberta has a name for me to
That is inmate 56322744.
You read right.
The thing is, I was not even convicted, but I
also had no money for bail, so yeah.
It seems there was a witness who
saw me walking into a hotel the
day, a guy named Victor was killed.
opening theme
To some people, this life ain't right: waking up every day knowing you might have to take someone else's life.
Out of their family's sight, when you live the life of an outlaw, you better be right to fight." In the heat of it, there's no thinking twice; if you ain't ruthless enough, you might go insane and lose your mind. If you're even thinking twice, don't take that cut and cross that line because, in the end, you've got to look this life in the eye.
Me narrating:
it's been about two month's so far I have seen some
Chica's looking at me side ways when I'm eating if I had to guess
associates of Victor you know the guy I did not shoot twice
but funny enough A Sista held me down inside
taught me things her name was Nevaeh.
Nevaeh: Hey white girl them girls still mean mugging you?
Me: hey brown sugar them little putas don't want to fight.
Me narrating: Of course, some people did not like that we were
cool like this one big white girl named Emma, who had a Swastika on her arm.
It seems her old man is AB. She walked by us. She stared at us.
In this prison, there's two to a cell, and luckily my bunkmate was
Nevaeh, we were both talking and walking back to our cell.
I clocked Emma behind me about four women back, and Nevaeh was
in front of me.
Me: So what the hell is her story, you know?
Nevaeh: Yeah, her old man left a lot of drugs.
At her place, I mean thousands of dollars worth of product.
Me: like Ice?
Nevaeh: Yeah, I believe so.
Me narrating:
While we were talking, I guess Emma heard about us talking because she came up.
behind me, hitting me, and calling me a race traitor for hanging with the monkey and talking
trash about her. I was going to turn around and swing back at her, but
Nevaeh dashed past me, hitting Emma with a powerful uppercut.
making her stumble backwards, but two other AB ladies came from
the other side, and I stepped in front of them and started fighting. I got fucked up pretty good, but
I watched Nevaeh back and Gave as good as I get. The fight lasted for at least five minutes, but it
felt more like twenty; eventually, the C.O.'s broke everything up because me and Nevaeh did the most damage.
We were put in the hole, and Emma and her two friends were taken to a local hospital.
while in the hole with Nevaeh in one close by.
Nevaeh: Thanks, White Sista.
Me: Sista? Well, thanks, my Brown Sista lol.
Me narrating:
Nevaeh then told me her story
she was in here for defending her mom from
this rich Son of a bitch who making a pass at her and would
not take a no for an answer she was only fifteen when he tried to force himself on her mom
she stabbed him five times kicking him off fortunately her was safe
unfortunately the guy was not dead his driver heard the fight and call the cops
she was fifteen and now she is twenty-five
She asked me my story.
So I told her my past in Belfast.
With a note, I told her how I killed those two boys.
for trying to molest my sister, and that the cops think I killed Victor.
I never confirmed nor denied it to her that I killed Victor.
We spent two weeks inside the hole when we got out.
We went back to our cell, but hours later, screaming and yelling could be heard.
all through the prison, and all the cells opened, it was a riot.
Nevaeh: We should stay here after all we just got back.
Me: That's why we should not.
Nevaeh: Do you think it's a trap?
Me: Yes, this riot started soon as we got back to our cells.
convenient for them.
Me narrating:
We decided to leave our cell and see
What was happening? We saw guards being beaten and people taking stuff from rooms.
and other inmates even fighting, but then I saw them, the Chica's looking at me again, and they ran at us with some
white bitch's I'm guessing friends of Emma's
but then a whole lot of black women came up beside us.
They said they saw me defend Nevaeh, so they well now help and watch my back on the inside.
Then a rumble started. One of the Chica's tried to stab me, but I knocked her out cold. This fight lasted.
at least an hour, no one was dead but seriously injured. I myself received a black eye and three broken ribs.
gash's on my face and a few broken fingers
A couple of months later, I was out of prison. It seems the witness has no longer seen anything.
the present day: I was in my old room at the compound, telling this story to
to my girlfriend and sister, my daughter was with Emily's sister watching cartoons in the
other room next to us.
Tristen:
What ever happened to Nevaeh?
Me: Last I heard, she was out and living here in the USA.
She had 15 years and did 10 when we met, so I think she got
Early probation for good behavior
Emily: Babe, it's about that time.
Me: Thanks for reminding me.
Me narrating:
I kissed my girlfriend on the lips.
and my sister's forehead kissed my daughter.
goodbye I walked into the bar and saw Half-Sack and Opie waiting.
I looked at the Mugshot wall at mine from Canada and my father's and my brother's Mugshot.
After I left and got on my Harley, Opie got on his
Half-Sack got in our van, and we drove to Stockton prison.
When we arrived, we saw Jax Clay, Bobby, Juice, and
Happy and Tig walking out of the prison.
end of the chapter.