𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒄 (Completed)

32.

Solange's POV

I sobbed into my hands as I leaned against the cold bars. I've been in this cell for hours. No phone call or nothing. Just an empty cell & a nasty toilet. Not to mention that foul smell. I wasn't even given food. Is this how the jail life goes? My mother told me not to get into trouble. I completely did the opposite of that. Mama red is going to be extremely mad at me. This could possibly kill her.

"Are you Solange Donnell?" A guy said.

I looked up to see a guy standing above me. He wore a black trench coat with a black suit. He had a patch over his left eye & a scar over his right eye.

"Yes, who are you?"

"I'm Officer Pinkett. I would like to talk to you about your arrest"

I stood up immediately "what was I arrested for?"

"Well, your being placed under drug possession."

"But i don't have any drugs."

"I'm fully aware of that but your boyfriend does."

"M-my boyfriend?"

"Yes, Michael Jackson? Is he not your boyfriend?"

"Michael?" Damn, I completely forgot about Michael. Where is he? Shouldn't he be here with me? Did they put him in prison already? Michael has never been caught by the law when it comes to drugs. Was he set up?

"Have you eaten anything?"

"No."

He took out a bunch of keys & unlock the cell door. "Come on, let's get brunch together."

We walked down a long hallway & into a room that had a one-sided mirror. He sat me down in a chair.

"Where am I?"

"Your in a investigation room. Don't worry, its just me & you here."

In front of me was a box of donuts. Freshly baked & glazed. He slid the box towards me. I gladly accept it & ate my life away. It felt like I haven't aten in ten years. So sweet & delicious.

"Mind telling what happened tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Yes, what were you two doing in front of a abandoned house in the middle of the night?"

I've never lied to the police before. Especially in a investigation room. I know they have cameras or some sort of listening device hidden in here. Recording everything I say & do. What should I do?

"We were hanging out."

"Late at night?"

"Yeah, we like to hang out at night sometimes." My appetite for food has died down. I stopped eating & pushed the donuts away.

"Were you aware of the drugs that he was picking up at the abandoned house?"

"No, I wasn't."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how much money was in this brown bag?" He pulled out a wrinkled brown bag that stuff with the $20k.

"No, I don't."

"There's $20k in this bag. It was hidden in a bush in front of the house. Fingerprints are all over the money."

"O-oh, I didnt know."

"Are you really his girlfriend?"

"What?"

"Or are you some sort of girl he messes around with?"

"W-why are you asking me that?"

"Do you really know who Michael is?"

"What do you mean?"

He pulled out a big file from his trench coat. It was like a stack of newspapers. How did he even fit that in his coat? He slid the file towards me with a serious look on his face.

"This is the file of Michael Jackson. Every crime he committed & every single move he made is in this file."

I rose my hand up & touched the file. My fingers found themselves inside the file, flipping through the pages. My eyes were big as a owl. I can't believe what i'm seeing. These records go back to his teenage days. He never talked about his past. I always assume it was because he didn't want to talk about it. But now I know why.

"This is his file?"

"Yeah. Robbery, theft, assualt, shoplifting, gun possession, rape & domestic violence. "

My whole body froze at the last two words. "Did you just say rape & domestic violence?"

"He was arrested for "apparently" beating a woman in her own home." He flipped to the back of the file, showing me the report of the charge.

"The woman said he beat her until she was almost into a coma. But then again, she was on drugs. So, it was a tricky situation" he continued.

"W-what about the rape?"

"Another woman accused him of raping her. We did a rape kit on her & it came out positive. But later she confessed that it was consensual."

I let out a sigh of relief. I thought I was going to go crazy. Michael would never do anything like that. He respects women too much.

"This is a lot."

"We've been keeping track of Michael's moves since day one. We could never get ahold of those drugs. Or how he makes them. Where he makes it? Where does he keep it? Do you know any of this?"

"N-no, I don't."

He hummed "Does Shenila Montgomery sound familiar too you?" He said out of the blue.

I frowned "that's my aunt, why?"

"People call her Mama Red, right?"

"Yes, why are you asking me about my aunt?"

"It comes to my attention that Mama Red knows Michael personally."

I laughed "is this a joke?"

"Do you see me laughing?"

"Mama red doesn't know Michael personally. She doesn't even like him."

"Does she know about you & Michael's private relationship?"

I'm starting to get agitated here. How do they even know that? Have I been watched also? "Why do you need to know that?"

"I'm just asking questions."

"Well, your pissing me off!"

"Okay, okay." He stood up & opened the door. Moments later, he brought somebody with him. I couldn't see there face because they was leaning down.

"Who is that?"

"You don't know your own boyfriends face?" Officer Pinkett smirked.

He grabbed the back of the person's hair & flunge they head back. I gasped, it was Michael. He looks like he was drugged up. His face was sweaty & his eyes were hanging low. He was extremely pale.

"What did you do too him?"

"I didn't do anything. Your boyfriend somehow got his hands on some drugs. He's been using all night." Pinkett had this weird smirk upon his face. What did he do too him?

"Michael!"

He just sat there with his head hanging low. He didn't move or nothing. Suddenly, he just fell over on the floor. I ran to his side with my hands out. I shook him trying to get him to snap out of it. I put my head to his chest. I couldn't hear him breathing.

"He's not breathing!"

"What!?" Pinkett pushed me to the side & checked his pulse. He cursed to himself & did CPR. I begin to sob as he continued to perform CPR on Michael. He whipped out his phone & dailed a number.

"911? I need an ambulance."