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Location- August House
Date- January 16, 2015 Sunday
Time- 10:10am
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A U G U S T POV
I was woken from the annoying irritating sound of the doorbell going off repeatedly. I slipped on my Nike slides and made my way downstairs.
"Trey." I said, smacking him in the back of the neck.
"Huh ?" He said, barely awake and still laying down.
"You couldn't answer the fucking door ?" He didn't answer me so I'm guess his ass went back to sleep. I went and opened the door stretching.
"Are you August Alsina ?"
"Yes, that's me. Who's asking ?"
"APD. I'm going to need you to put both hands behind your back. You are under arrest for the rape case of Maria Gomez." The officer said, pulling both of my hands behind my back.
"Aye, man I ain't rape nobody ?" I was confused, and thought about pulling away from the cops but that would only make matters worse. "TREY !" I shouted.
"Huh ?" He said again barely awake.
"Go get Ant take him to my ma house and tell her they trying to take me to jail." When I tell you Trey got up off that couch so fast, with a slob stain on the side of his face going all the way to his ear.
"What you do, man ?"
"Rape." The officer started shoving me out the door.
"Anything you say or do may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning, if you wish." At that moment I knew to shut the fuck up, because the officer just read me my rights.
He shoved my head into the back of the police car, as he got into the drivers seat. I already know that Mr. Gomez called the cops on me. I need a really good lawyer, because Mr. Gomez is a good lawyer himself... Best in the city.
I was in the back seat stressing. I couldn't call my ma, cause she was probably at church. The only people who is probably at my ma house is ChaCha and/or Travis. I need one of them to come bail me out.....if I'm able to get bail.
It wasn't long before I reached a jail cell. I sat in it pasting back and forth trying to figure out how I got here. M missing and he worried about if I'm behind bars or not. What a fucked up person to call dad. I know I ain't gone be like that once I get out.... If I get out.
A/N- I've never been to jail before so I don't know what they be doing so bare with me
I was sitting in the cell by myself until the other people in jail came back from their lunch. In that very moment I met my roommate. He was medium size, brown skin, tattoos all over him, and dreads.
"August ?" The little nigga said. It took me a minute before I realize this little nigga was Lil Wayne. Should of known his ass would be in jail, dumb fuck. "What the fuck you in here for ?"
"Rape."
"Rape ? I thought a pretty boy like you would just get Coochie if you asked, hell you don't even have to ask they just drop they draws when you say 'baby.'" I laughed at his dumb ass.
"I didn't really rape nobody. I got ole' girl pregnant and her daddy mad, so he said I raped her."
"What the daughter saying ?"
"She saying I didn't, but she went M.I.A yesterday. Like, nobody has heard from her."
"Damn, play boy you know how long you can get for rape ?"
