Evil Twin (Eren X Fem Black Reader)

Jailhouse Blues.

Y'all got locked the fuck up. They kept interrogating you guys. You got charged for shooting the gun in the first place. They decided to fine you instead of putting you on trail, since you had another court case going on already. The fine was 250,000 or stay in jail for two weeks, which meant you would get out on your court date with Mikasa. You pushed for a restraining order on Mikasa and you got Jean, Floch, and the majority of the football team thrown in jail with y'all. Connie and Eren pressed charges against them. The whole thing was a mess, and that was the plan.

You, Amari, and Connie kept saying that you all stole the gun. Although your fingerprints were on it, that didn't necessarily mean you stole it. Your plan would have fumbled if you actually kept contact with Eren during that period of time. Because the cops were more concerned with how the gun got to Eren's house, they narrowed it down to Connie and Amari, who were the only ones to keep contact with Eren during that time. They also realized you were in jail when it was stolen.

They suspected Eren but they deciphered Eren had to had gotten the gun from somebody. There wasn't a single time his DNA was on it. The plastic bag it was in was also different from the one it got stolen with. Eren's DNA was outside of the plastic bag, but not in it, making it known he didn't put the gun in the bag. Amari's DNA wasn't on the gun at all, which narrowed it down to Connie. But they let Connie go because it was Connie's gun, so of course it would have his DNA on it. They could not build a case against him. There was no evidence against any of you. They let Connie and Amari go. They were back to the drawing board, their only evidence being who's DNA was in that bag.

Although the current heat was off of you, you was still in jail. You were in the cell alone, reading a fashion magazine, that talked about shit you didn't care to know. The guards unlocked it. "You have visitors." They said. It was late at night your family usually came during the daytime and Connie + the rest of them after school. You raised a brow. "It's your cousins boyfriend, Tracy." They explained. That raised even more questions. Whenever he got into the mix, you got in trouble. You got up and followed them.

He was waiting in the waiting room, alone, and anxiously waiting. Something was wrong. They let you in and you approached him. "Heyyyyy?" You said. He looked up at you. He stood up. "Oh. UHm hey. How are you up?" He said. You didn't know what it was, but every time you talked with this muthafucka, you couldn't fight the urge to sound rude. "Tracy, I know your not here to see how I'm holding up. Just tell me what's up." You said bluntly and softly. Tracy raised his brows. He sighed loudly and sat down. You did too, drumming your hand on the table.

"Ok, listen. I don't know what your problem with me is. But, I need your help." He said starting off. You didn't necessarily have a problem with him it's just familial issues he got caught in. It was more envy than hate. "You've been in here for a week. Did Kendrick come to visit you at all?" He said, sounding concerned. Your eyes saddened. "No. He's probably still mad at me."You said chuckling. Tracy scooted closer. He beckoned you to come closer.

"I think he got caught up again. With Miami." He said. You had a questioning look on your face. There was no way. Y'all moved to New York to get away from that. "KJ told me hasn't been home since you went and I saw him when I was doing a gig down there. He was dealing." He said. You raised a brow. Your brother hasn't dealed since you were 13. He got out of that life after he got a chance at a better one. An honest one.

"Wha- Are we having money problems? If y'all actually TOLD me SHIT, I COULD'VE HELPED." You said standing up. Tracy stood up too. He was probably tired of you. "Listen, I don't know what's going on with him either, and YOUVE been in and out of jail like fucking CRAZY, SO YES IT MIGHT BE MONEY TROUBLES." Tracy yelled. That was the first time you heard the usually calm and collected man yell. And it was at YOU.