Bunkie

By Tracey Sanders

Will Ingrid get out this time? She gets in trouble again. Wrong moves through Gwinnett get her caught up this time with her mother Elizabeth Walls. She battles with so many female personalities. Can she make it through? All she has is her sassy humor, and stories of the past to get her through the day. Meet the Episodes of Gwinnett Detention Center. Can Ingrid focus on her house responsibilities and care for family while being behind bars? Her phone calls rarely get through at the family Caf, and at the house. Is everyone okay? She realizes that she can only help herself and no one else can. The loss of everything makes her so depressed. To search for enjoyment, she receives and gives advice to her bunkies. Shes reminiscent on past relationships. Who wants to manage her lifestyle with her future endeavors for family goals driven.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514408971

Tracey Sanders

Tracey Sanders is a full time caregiver for her own company Formation Plus Caregiving, which was developed in 2008. Her motivation came from her parents who are elderly and suffer from prostate cancer and diabetes. Her mother has dialysis treatments and father recieves radiation to fight their illnesses. Tracey makes sure her parents gets the proper care by fixing meals, running errands, and being a home aid. Tracey waitresses and dance at gentlemen's clubs in Michigan at night mostly on the weekends. She enjoys writing poetry, short stories, lyrics, and books since she was a little girl she would write stories. Tracey Sanders studies at DeVry University and has a Assoiciates Degree in Arts. She recieved an Business Award for her father's restaurant Sanders Bar-B-Que and Soul Food in Detroit, which she managed. Tracey goals is to write for artists in the entertainment industry and become an entreprenuar in Business with Home Health for adults. In her spare time she volunteers at the U.S Department of Veteran Affairs were she is an escort for assisting patients through the hospital by wheelchair or stretcher. Her hobbies of writing made her create "Bunkie", which is stories of struggle with work, jailmates, and love for certain men. She gets robbed and trys to fight her way back on the streets of Georgia and Detroit with strange men. She has dreams an reminscence on her past and entertainers she's meet through a movie production, and gets out of jail to realize all she has is her good looks; and dance moves to make money. She meets different inmates at Gwinnett County and talks about her jail experience.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Wild Hospitality

Chapter 2 Gwinnett Lockdown

Chapter 3 Jail Curse King

Chapter 4 Celebrity Highlight

Chapter 5 Future Endeavors

Chapter 6 The Tahitian Sweet

Chapter 7 Full of Dreams

DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to my dear parents who bail me out of jail when times where tergeant in my mind, because the devil had me against the wall; and family was there to rescue me.

Will Ingrid get out this time? She gets in trouble again. Wrong moves through Gwinnett get her caught up this time with her mother, Elizabeth Walls. She battles with so many female personalities. Can she make it through? All she has are her sassy humor and stories of the past to get her through the day. Meet the episodes of Gwinnett Detention Center. Can Ingrid focus on her house responsibilities and take care of her family while being behind bars? Her phone calls rarely get through at the family café and at the house. Is everyone okay? She realizes that only she can help herself—no one else can. The loss of everything makes her so depressed. To search for enjoyment, she receives and gives advice to her bunkies. She’s reminiscent of past relationships and wants to manage her lifestyle with her future endeavors for family goals driven.

CHAPTER ONE

Wild Hospitality

I want to go to that Bed & Body Works.

You mean Bath & Body Works, Mom.

Okay, let me get dressed.

What time do you want to go?

Soon.

Early evening in Gwinnett County on a Saturday meant possible traffic. It was the weekend, and Scenic Highway was full of retail shops and grocery stores—very popular to our eyes. Every time you went out the door, you spend some money, my father would say. I, Ingrid Walls, decided to move to Georgia from Michigan to finish school and be with my married friend while still being flirtatious with others; it never really worked. My past relationships had lasted no more than six years. Who would have thought how much trouble a nice woman like me could get into? All the parties, all the dinner dates, all the not-happening jobs made me feel abandoned, without a real man by my side every day. I was so gut-wrenching honest that he made me a cheater. He asked too many questions, accusing me of seeing other men, not having a true relationship. To mingle on the side, apart from the stress, was more of my choice. Intensified with hurt, I needed the love of family to rescue me again.

Before, my mother, Elizabeth Walls, and father, Andre Walls, bailed me out of Franklin County Jail. After that, my mother flew into Las Vegas to rescue me from a psych ward, because I got robbed after my fight with Steve and had nowhere to go. Then after, it was problems with helping just too many people in Michigan with houses and fancy cars. I had to move from there to many episodes. Men with soft voices who were thugs by nature made me a little hardheaded. Learning life at my tender, mature age of twenty-eight made me realize how grateful I was. I was living well.

For the next few weeks, I enjoyed the smiles and laughter of my mother and my sister, Gloria. My father flew back home to Beverly Hills. He had picked up a little weight from the medication, and so had Mom. I just had to stay, try to finish school, since I had a grant. Unaware of what would happen next, I felt sweaty and confused of the decision I had given my family; maybe I should have gone back. A part of me wanted to leave. Gloria, my sister, picked out my house, a three-bedroom ranch off Norris Lake. The rent kicked my ass—twelve hundred a month—but it had a cute view, and the kids were nice, not too noisy. The neighbors would have lake parties, and sometimes, catfish and snappers would be swimming in that lake. The air was fresh, and the shops were not far. I never knew how to fish, but I wanted to get a Jet Ski for my little cousins, when they would visit in the summer.

So now we had clean lines of gleaming wood floors, blinds that seemed to make the room lighter. The only problem was, the Jacuzzi jet didn’t work in the master bedroom. I needed an electrician and someone to help with the lawn. Steve said he would ask his neighbor across the street from the family house. It was so nice of him to let me go over there a few times. I started to worry we would be caught. His baby mama was victiceous; she had pretended to be his wife in the past, with terroristic phone threats, and from my understanding, his wife was quiet and nice.

I called Rick, my equipped repairperson, who had fixed my mailbox, which Steve’s baby mama had run over with her caravan. She was a stalker that was jealous of everything we shared together. Rick even painted Steve’s condominium in Stone Mountain for a good deal. I stayed to help with wiping down paint from getting on the trim of his wood floors. I gave him referrals, and we became business associates. He spray-painted. Soon, a tenant would move in. I called and got his carpets cleaned, and he got his floors polished.

Rick was an old flirt; he always wanted me to pay up front with a smile and a bag lunch from Kentucky Fried Chicken or any burger spot.

I missed that place. Since he wasn’t getting any rent money from his friend, he let me take the furniture to Lawrenceville. Having to move from all the baby-mama drama, I felt he and I needed space; I would work it out on my own, continue to work at the clubs, sell items, and just make it the best way I knew how. Now this was the third home, and no sign of him. My cousins were in town then, and I managed to get them settled, finish my cleanup, and go to Six Flags for an hour. I got everything moved in the week before, and my Latino neighbor Peter painted for me.

I hated moving days.

I just moved to Snellville, and the family drove down to help me out. Confused from all the drama, I moved never telling my family what had happened in Vegas. Yet I had already seen more deaths than what most people would experience in a lifetime. No way was I going to die over a man.

Are you ready yet?

No, not really. Almost.

Those shoes look good.

Thanks. These are the ones I got on sale at Macy’s, their BCBG Girls. They’re kind of tight.

Maybe you picked up the wrong size.

Ingrid, that’s the red sweater I brought you. It looks good too.

Thanks. I like your velour jogging suit. Purple looks good with your complexion, Mom.

I’m telling you, you should think about coming back home.

I will. If it doesn’t work out in a couple of months, I’ll return. I know you probably need my help around the house.

I do.

I’ll fly in for your birthday week. Sound good?

Okay. Do it your way then.

The house looks good, Ingrid.

Thanks, Gloria. I try to keep it pretty and clean.

Are you coming, Gloria?

Oh, Gloria, do you want to go with us?

Y’all enjoy yourselves.

Why not, Gloria?

I’m still tired.

We can eat lunch at the mall. We are going to Discover Mills. Come on, we’re supposed to have fun. They have a 60 percent off everything at the Bath & Body Works store.

Just bring me back some cigarettes. I’ll get dinner started by the time y’all come back.

Okay.

Everybody loved Gloria. She was my only sister, who was crazy before, in a wacko sort of way. Her room looked like a completely random pile of clothes, hair, shoes, and cigarettes that filled her ashtrays. If she moved in, I would die needing an inhaler. There would be tension from one of her episodes sometimes; she took antidepressants to calm her nerves. Other than that, she was aggravating, like majority of Americans on drugs, very hard to deal with at first. Now I’m happier around her. Last week, I took her to a barbershop to get a lineup in; she wore short hairstyles now. There she flirted while she got a haircut. Mom and I waited in my silver Mitsubishi truck. Looking at the wait time, I decided to visit the phone shop. I got a new Razr phone from the MetroPCS store. Getting my phone activated took time enough for me to look around. I said hello to the owner, who had always flirted back with a smile.

When are we going out?

Not sure yet.

Smell this.

Umm, I want that.

It was a spray air freshener for the car that had a fresh scent of magnolia mixed with new-car aroma.

How much?

Seven.

What?

I’ll give it to you for five. I got new shoes too. Check out my collection in the back.

I’m scared to go back there. You might try something.

No, I won’t.

Well, I got to use your restroom.

The restroom is in the back, where the stuff is.

Okay.

You look sexy showing your stomach.

Okay, what you’re thinking is not happening, so where are these cute shoes? Are you going to give me a discount?

They’re forty-five.

I went to the back, trying to hurry up before I exploded. Then the door opened.

Let me touch it.

No. Oh my god!

He unzipped his pants and groped me. It felt somewhat good in a flirtatious type of way, but this person wasn’t my type; he had the goods though.

"Put it away. It’s big. You’re not supposed to