Hello, my name's Chris and this is my story of how I got the one thing I wished for years but lost everything else!

As I got off from my dreary job as a cashier at a convenience store that was a fifteen-minute drive from my apartment, I got a call from Shayanne, a girl I’ve has been talking to for a couple months now. 

“Chris!” shay yells into her phone “what are you doing”. I shake my head at her usual response to when we talk “Just got off work, today sucked, drama galore” I replied as I start up my car and press on the gas pedal lightly because my car hates the cold and will shut off if  doesn't and I don’t feel like continuing to turn it on and off, it also helps make the heater work, because unless the car is running warm it blows air almost as cold as if I had the ac on, and in the dead of winter it being fifteen degrees outside I don’t want to deal with anymore cold. “What do you mean drama, what happened?” Shay replies “Just assholes being assholes, but my anger got the best of me until a regular stepped in and told the dude to back off and leave, and Grizz is a big dude not many people would want to deal with him if he got started” I reply as I think to myself Fuck it if she cuts off she cuts off, I wouldn't blame her for the shit I’ve put her through over the past couple of years I back out of my usual parking spot as Shay replies “Details man details, you know they are the juiciest of gossip” I just shake my head as I pull out of my jobs parking lot, phone in my lap on speaker so I don't have to hold it up to my ear. 

“Shay listen, I seriously almost lost control not thirty minutes ago, and I mean it, you know what I mean when I say lost control, unless you want to talk my ear off and distract me from these rampaging thoughts I don't feel like repeating what happened” the other end goes quite for a moment “Oh, it was one of them days” is all she said as I myself get quite because I know she's remembering everything that has happened to me in the past Fifteen years. 

See what most people don't know about me nowadays is that I almost went pro in the MMA circle, but ten years ago the day after I talked to a scout about signing my first big fight in a week, that would be televised, I sprained my shoulder during training and went home early. And yea, I know what you're thinking it’s the whole cliche caught my girlfriend or wife cheating, and yea you’re right I did, we were to be married in 9 months, and she had just told me she was pregnant with my kid less than a week ago. I caught her cheating with my manager who surprise, surprise has also been my best friend since I was twelve, see what's not cliche about my story though, is I didn't just beat the shit out of my so-called best friend and manager I beat the shit out of both of them. They were both in the hospital for over three months, needed facial reconstructive surgery, and almost died multiple times, to top it off in my rage induced state of mind I forgot Kelly was pregnant, I also pretty much aborted what myte have been my unborn child and I'm completely against abortion so imagine my state of mind when the rage wore off. I got off lightly because of the added crime of passion, I was sentenced to four years

But I didn’t do four years, I did almost double that at seven. I got in a lot of fights, most of which weren't my fault and were proven as self-defense and charges dropped. The one that added three years was I got in an argument with one of the corrections officers, he made a bunch of comments about my charges and case. I lost control, the only reason I'm still not in jail for the next ten years is because the dumbass forgot that they had cameras outside the cells in isolation and they were recording him antagonizing me, saying all sorts of fucked up stuff to get me to fight him” The judge that was presiding over my case and sentenced me to an extra three years and stated clearly in the courtroom that he didn't want to give me any extra time over some of the foul shit the corrections officer said and how my psychologist had took the stand for me saying that corrections officer was one of the officers she had told that I was finally starting to do better after two sessions a week for almost three years, but had no choice because the higher ups wanted to make an example of me. He got suspended for a year without pay because of the comment he made.  

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I got transferred to Coffee Wood correctional in Virginia after my additional time got added on. For the first two weeks I was in isolation, then they decided they wanted me in population, I asked to speak to warden when they told me I was being sent to population, they denied me at first until I got my lawyer involved. When I sat down in front of the warden, I was surprised that the first thing he said to me was that “The judge presiding over your case that got you sent here is my cousin, they suspended him without pay for a year over after his comment he made at the end of your trial, now what can I do for you Mr. Forrest” Oh and that's my full name Christopher Woodcraft Forrest

I just kind of looked at him flabbergasted for a moment till I shook my head “I don't want to go to population, when they told me I would be going in a week a couple days ago I told them no, and that I wanted to talk with you, they denied my request until I got my lawyer involved. I'm bound to get into multiple fights that is just going to tack on more time to my sentence, if you look at my file, you’ll see multiple fights at my last prison, but I proved that I was just defending myself. I’m tired of being on the defensive, if you put me into population, I promise I'm going on the offence, I just want to be left alone, do my time, while still having library privileges to read to help pass the time away.” The Warden gave me a surprised look 

“I appreciate your candor Mr. Forrest, I've already told most of the shift leads what you're in here for and you're not to be taken lightly, you would have seen me today regardless if you got your lawyer involved or not, I've read over your entire file after my cousin asked me to request you come here, you've gotten dealt an extremely shitty hand My Forrest, and I'm taking you asking for isolation and library privilege's as a request and I'm approving them. Now don’t take me feeling sorry for you as weakness Mr. Forrest, I've been the warden for ten years hear now and working in the Penitentiary system for the past thirty, I've seen some good people get dealt an extremely shitty hand by the court system and life in general and your one of the worst I've come across, and yes Mr. Forrest I’ve read your entire file, I'm not going to dredge up old memories, but just take my warning to heart, don't take my kindness for weakness, I'm approving your request, now just do what you said you want to do, do your time and leave, you have a  good day, tell Shayanne to give me a few minutes before she sends in the next person” 

That was the first day I met Shayanne and she's been a godsend sense, but we won't get into that right now that's for later in the story, now that I've told you a bit about my past, let's get into how I gained the one thing I always wanted but lost almost everything else!