Merely Existing...

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"Can I get some water, please?! Anything?! This is so unfair!!" I scream as loud as I possibly can, to the dick head cops that have me sitting in a closed room with handcuffs tied to my left wrist that extends to the table in front of me. I try to wiggle free from them but it seems to only make them grow tighter. Shit! I thought at every failed attempt. I've gotten arrested before on several occasions so I knew the process would be lengthy. They have to file paperwork, get my fingerprints scanned, then send me to the courthouse cell till I get arraign to see a judge but something about this particular day seemed off. They weren't offering me beverages or letting me know what I was waiting for, I was just simply waiting. To make matters even worst I had a date tonight, just in case Detective Ramirez wanted to use a situation like this, for a better advantage to lock me up for good. I have to get out of here!

Panic started to invade my body and I was shaking uncontrollably. I need a blunt and a bath. They won't find anything on me, the case just opened they couldn't have possibly exhumed his body that fast, could they? I question myself feeling uneasy. Suddenly I hear the bolts on the door click and I immediately look up to see the arresting officer come in with a perplexed look on his face. He looks directly at me and snickers, "You're free to go." I feel like a weight has just been taken off of my shoulders but why the change of heart? This is suspicious, almost like he wants me to get excited just for him to say something like "sit your stupid ass down!" But he didn't instead, I ask, "Just like that?" I began rubbing my wrist where the cuffs currently still hold their grip. He looks at my movements and gradually comes closer to remove them. Retrieving the keys from his back pocket, he bends over to finally release me from my current situation while whispering mockingly, "It seems you have friends in high places, looks like someone made your girl recant her statement. You should be lucky, assault would've put your ass in the pound." I giggled because he was trying to be all macho and tough. I do not care where he feels I would've belonged, I need to get out of here!

When he finally lifts me from the seat and escorts me out of the door, I take one glance back thanking God in my head that I was finally free. Turning back in the direction I was currently heading, I see a certain detective waiting for me on the opposite side of the double doors. Great..now what? "Thanks, Mr.Fletcher I got her from here." Detective Ramirez says while reaching out his hands for me. I look back and forth between the two cops extremely confused. "Come on Ava, I'll take you home. You haven't forgotten our plans have you?" He says with his hand still held out for me, waiting for me to grab them. I reluctantly do what's expected and the other cop disappears behind the doors. "What? How is this even possible? Are you the one who got me out?" I ask him trying to hold the skepticism down my throat. "Well I mean we have dinner plans, I couldn't let you sit up all weekend, because some girls were jealous." His response sounds genuine like he wasn't on to me. Maybe I was reading into this the wrong way, I can still never be too careful. I follow him into his detective cruiser while he drives to my condo.

Once I got home, Ramirez told me he'll wait downstairs for me to get ready and we'll go to his house just to change vehicles being that he didn't want to drive around all night in his cop car. That was fine by me, I wasn't in the mood for extra attention anyways. I pull my phone from the zip lock bag with property written over it and plug it into its charger waiting for it to power up. I check on my jellyfishes who still floated around with grace unaware of where I just was, not even worried for the future, or how they would've eaten had I gotten locked up. They just simply existed. I want to shrink myself and jump in that tank but I can't. I head towards my bathroom to freshen up. Looking up at the mirror made me do a double-take. I look a fucking mess! I have scratches on my neck and under my brow, my lip was busted and some of the rollers were missing. Reaching to shield my eyes was a tad dramatic but I can't believe I allowed someone I didn't know that close to me. I pinch my arm and start to run the shower water. I find my blunt and lighter and take them with me to the toilet and defecate while inhaling and exhaling the fumes of the Marijuana. It calms my mind for a bit. Once I finish using the bathroom I throw on a shower cap and scrub and rinse off the day I had endured.

I try to remind myself to take it easy and focus on the plans I have ahead but I couldn't stop thinking about what led to the fight. All I've done was embarrass the woman, it's not like I threatened her life. Stepping out of the shower, I find some warm-smelling perfume and drench my body in it. I wouldn't necessarily call what I'm about to do lucky because I was going to get laid but I deemed it as a sacrifice. I know he wants to fuck so I'll let him. If he feels I like him he'll leave whatever suspicions he has of me alone, or he may even call and inform me of whatever information so I can then move accordingly. The plan will work I just have to see it through. Once I've made an effort to cover all the irritating scratches on my face I got dressed. I had on a Gucci maxi dress that didn't leave the mind wandering with any imagination. I look great! I grab my phone and keys and head to press the elevator button.

Once settled in the elevator waiting for it to approach the lobby, my phone roars to life. I instantly start to receive concerning messages from Malcolm, Diamond, and Patrica. Patricia's message had a link attached to it that signified my already doomed thoughts of the video circling the internet. My BeYou account messages and notifications causes my phone to ping so much I had to shut it off quickly and make my exit through the elevator. I walk to Ramirez's car, he looks up and rushes to hurry and open the passenger side of his unmarked vehicle. It's a 2015 Chevy Impala, which screams law enforcement so he was right to want to ditch it. "You look stunning! I love how you turned around with the hair." He admires while licking his lips. I reach up to touch the overly achieved bun I've gelled up more than I'd like to admit. Patrica never got a chance to straighten it with her hot comb and flat iron. She only washed it and had it under the dryer before those hating hoes just had to ruin a perfectly good moment. "Thank you, I'm starved where are we going to eat?" I ask him taking a peek at my phone that displayed it was 10 pm along with scratches probably from the drop of the fight. Great now I have to buy a new fucking phone! "It's a surprise woman!" He exclaims. He puts the car in gear heading towards his home, leaving me to bathe in my thoughts.