Queens, New York
1st December, 2021
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Onika's Pov.
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Betrayal is painful, getting by betrayed by a friend or foe can leave a mark but the worst betrayal ever is when you betray yourself.
I sit in front of detective Roosevelt with my head in my hands and a weary heart. I wondered how much my heart can take before it finally gave up? When it finally stops enduring the blouses that keeps attacking it.
"I told you I don't know" I gritted through my teeth. I look up at Roosevelt who had a smug look on her face, why did she enjoy ruining my life with her fucking questions?
"Carry me through this, yea?" She stops the tape recorder making my anxiousness kind of fade away. "This is your necklace" She dangle the chain in the air. I nodded, "And you don't know who had it?" She asks confuse.
"Yup" I say popping the 'p'
"You have to understand why I don't believe you, right?"
I couldn't tell her that the person I gave the chain to is Ty, not before hearing his story first.
"You know what I believe?" She asks leaning back in the chair.
I really didn't care what she believes, she has no hard core evidence and that is why she's running around questioning instead of arresting.
She leans forward before saying "I believe you guys are all fucking me in the ass one by one"
I scrunch my face up "I don't do anal"
She grab the necklace off the coffee table holding it in her hand "This should've been hardcore evidence 3 years ago, someone is not playing by the rules" She states. "Where is your father?" She asks.
I shrug my shoulder "Do I look like his keeper?" I didn't even care that I was getting smart with her... I just needed her to disappear.
She sighs clearly frustrated "I don't care how long it takes, I will solve this case" She says before standing up.
I open the door for her and she gave me a look before walking out my house.
Bitch.
I walk towards my father's bottle of whiskey pouring it into a glass. I lean on the table thinking about the necklace, why was it at the crime scene?
I raise the glass to my lips taking a sip; I scrunch my face at the bitter taste that I still wasn't used to. How can that asshole drink this shit and enjoy it?
I rest the glass down, pulling out my phone dialing Blake's number; I don't even know how I have his number.
I press the phone to my ear listening as it rings out. That bougie greasy hair fuck.
I dial his number again but it only went to voicemail. I roll my eyes; does he really want me to walk over to his house?
I sigh placing my feet into my crocs before walking out the door. It took me five minutes before reaching Blake's house.
I knock a few times when the door opens revealing his mother.
Her eyes look puffy almost like she's been bawling, none of your business Onika I reminded myself.
"Uh, is Blake home?" I ask.
She rolls her eyes as she starts sniffing, I can see a white substance by her nose, and of course she's doing coke.
"Of course not, he's probably out on a shopping spree" She rolls her eyes again. "Do you want to leave a message?" She asks as she sniffs.
I shook my head "Just tell him I passed by" I told her and she nods before closing the door.
