𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 2✔️

95. Ruption✔️

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Nickoi's POV

My eyes are fixed on the table as my thoughts weighs down on me.

I'm not an over thinker.

But this whole situation is weird to me.

I can't help myself but wonder.

Who the hell is behind this?

Someone with access to your house, my subconscious tells me.

I face palm myself because I smell a snitch and I smell a betrayal close by.

No joke.

Yo affi guh stay to yoself cause people nuh stop betray yuh my bro.

Someone planted that gun in my kitchen.

And I can't put anything pass anyone.

When it comes to something like this I can't trust a soul.

No joke.

That gun didn't just walk into my house and place itself in my kitchen.

Someone did.

I'd say that someone could've planted it in my kitchen during the birthday party but I watched the cameras the next day.

Especially when I had so many people in my yard.

So I'm sure that gun was placed in my yard after that party.

Jah Jah.

And as crazy as this sounds I have to think about the people around me. Lizzie, Joe, My friends, my mother, my brothers.

Zara.

As crazy as it sounds.

I myself don't want to believe that but I can't put anything pass anyone.

The door opens and I look up.

The female police steps in the interrogation room and I watch her intently.

She pins up her hair and sits down.

Who is she?

She not even did inna the house why the frig a she in ya?

Weh the idiot black police bwoy?

My eyes finds the window and there he is, looking in at me.

I maintain eye contact with him until I hear the clicking sound, indicating that the recorder is on.

"How are you doing?" she ask as she sits.

"How am I doing?" I ask dryly, staring in her eyes.

"Are you nervous?" she ask and I lean my head looking at her.