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Cali Serenity
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77th Street Community Police Station
My hands shivered anxiously as I sat at the brown table with my hands folded and head down as my hair hung underneath my chin.
I've been here for two hours and it felt like a fucking eternity and I just wanted to go home.
The room stunk of paint and cig smoke and this wasn't some shit I wanted to be inhaling while I was pregnant. I heard the door open and close, followed by footsteps.
"Cali, are you ready to comply with us?"
I didn't answer because I didn't want to reply to any questions about none of this street shit. But I know they weren't gonna let me continue to sit here for two hours and not say anything.
Looking up unhurried with bloodshot eyes, I glared at Officer Cline who entered the room with a file folder in his hand filled with papers.
"You know Kross correct?" he questioned.
"You know I know Kross, so why ya'll asking me that?"
"What are you to him?"
"You tell me" I questioned back.
"His girlfriend"
Officer Cline was a slender yet built white man with brown hair and bottomless blue eyes.
He looked like he was in his early forties and aging gracefully despite being a part of the most loathed cops on the planet.
"Are you aware that Kross is in the largest, most notorious, most vicious, and ruthless gang in Los Angeles?" he interrogated me with the side-eye.
"That's funny, last time I checked LAPD was that gang, and my boyfriend ain't no cop" I objected, widening my nostrils.
Officer Cline chortled as he dragged out the metal chair and sat down at the table, opposite of me. He relaxed his left leg on top of his right leg and leaned back on the hind legs of the chair.
