De'Angelo read over the autopsy report with rage, immediately balling it up and tossing the paper to the floor. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me? She didn't fucking do that to herself."
"Son, there were no signs of a struggle and she slit her wrists... Her prints were on the knife. I don't know how else to say this but your mother committed suicide. I don't know why, but she did. I'm sorry." The cop told him with a pitiful expression. He had been up here at the station every day to find out about the progress of his mother's death and what the police were doing to find the person who did this. His mother loved life and wouldn't commit suicide, he just knew it.
De'Angelo stared at the male officer who just looked at him expectingly before abruptly charging at the pig. He might not have wanted to listen but he wasn't about to keep saying those things about the man's mother. He tackled the officer to the ground which immediately alerted the attention of the other cops around him who instantly jumped in to pull De'Angelo away from their colleague before he could even land a blow.
It took most of their team to hold him back from the unfortunate officer who was just doing his job. Once they realized he wasn't going to give up, they tazed him due to him almost escaping their grasps and immediately put him in handcuffs for assaulting an officer as soon as his stiff body hit the ground.
By this point, the tears had already lined his eyes and threatened to slip down his cheeks. Not because he was getting arrested, but because suicide and his mother in the same sentence would never sit right with his soul.
"You a fucking liar, yo! Y'all just don't wanna help her! Why y'all don't wanna help my mama, man?" His voice cracked as he broke down face first on the floor. Some of the officers looked at him with pity, understanding that losing a parent was one of the hardest things to go through and some were disgusted by how he was acting. He was a grown man throwing a temper tantrum and was now about to go to jail for the stupidity of his actions.
De'Angelo didn't care about sitting in a jail cell. He just wanted to know what happened to his mother. She couldn't commit suicide, she wouldn't just leave him behind like that. Plus, everyone loved her. There was no life she touched that wouldn't be effected by the loss of her presence. Why would she ever kill herself?
He was already in a police station so they wasted no time in dragging him towards the back. He was able to make a phone call while he sat in the holding cell waiting to be processed and booked and could only think to call one person.
Sage wasted no time in scrounging up some money from her savings and paying his bond, knowing he would pay it right back. She was mad at him though, her best friend wasn't usually one to flip out. He took after his mother and had a kind soul.
She smacked him upside the head and scolded him as soon as he got in the car. Yelling about how he really put himself in danger because that entire situation could have went left. He couldn't even be mad at her for nearly knocking his eyes loose from its sockets a minute ago. As he stared at his best friend, all he could see was his mother. She never blamed him for how he felt not once, she was more upset about how he had put his well-being at stake.
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Wrongful Conviction
General FictionThe loyalty of twenty-five year old De'Angelo James is put to the test when his childhood best friend, Sage Medina, is wrongfully arrested for a crime she didn't commit. De'Angelo will stop at nothing to maintain his friend's innocence, even if that...